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In case you’re wondering if this blog has gone adrift . . . I’ll just plead solstice-ogling syndrome. Why stay on course when a grape popsicle 1949 Mercury oozes by like this, and it’s tickling your tastebuds and it’s
for sale, although I did not ask any particulars.
Only at the mermaid parade could you get a photo like this, although the photographer here might
be photographing the Chevy here with a right angle spy lens. Or maybe she was putting me in the frame?
Rattus rod!
I’d let this guy park for free.
Mesa sunrise on this mid-1950s Lincoln?
And finally, seeing this old Ford made me remember this unit from
way south Coney Island Caribbean.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who has now recalled that although Coney Island is surrounded (mostly) by the sixth boro, it is still part of Brooklyn.
Most paraders don outlandish costumes, like this one . . . how could there be a chicken-of-the-sea
named Lady Gaga.
And these next two photos MIGHT puzzle you . . . since the woman in black shorts and boots seems to command a lot of attention even though she is not particularly be-costumed.
Lots of attention and with a weird parasol.
Besides music and dance, I enjoy the costumes–however over-the-top or under-the-bottom– they may be. Even librarians dress up and carry conventional parasols, as
do museum folk.
And it’s fun, except for the man in blue shirt blocking half the street and bombing lots of my photos; I’m sure I’m not alone in finding that just loutish. His press pass can’t license him to photobomb that shamelessly, can it? Maybe someone with a press pass can weigh in on protocols for photographers at events like this?
Sometimes paraders break out of the procession and pose with the kids at the parade. I like that.
If you haven’t seen the 1979 movie called The Warriors, here’s a reference to that. I like that movie now because it depicts what parts of the city are said to have looked like 40 years ago.
Well, start counting down the days until the 2017 parade and make plans to be there.
All photos by Will Van Dorp. If you didn’t recognize the woman in the black shorts near the top of this post, here’s the story.
Meanwhile, here’s my second shorter recording of Gypsyfunk Squad. Here was the first one.
Soon after this shot, the queen of hearts and troupe danced for the judges with this on a loud sound box. That makes for a good day, even though I can’t remember Alice, a rabbit, or the dormouse. But that’s one of the things I love about the parade . . . good music and dancing.
After then parade, Gypsy Funk Squad played on . . . Here’s my phone-recorded sample of King Jack Neptune playing the oud, with a mermaid queen, percussion and dancers. Hear more oud–related to the lute–here.
Of course, Dick D. Zigun, honorific mayor of Coney Island, always leads off the parade with his drum and band.
I’ve never seen this sort of Mexican dancer in the parade, but they surely raised the bar for quality.
And of course, mermaids can make politics much more palatable than most politicians or media marketeers.
But mostly, it’s exuberant music and ecstatic dancing.
How many starfish have you seen trumpeting?
And high octane drumming overcomes stasis.
Enjoy the photos, the solstice, and the strawberry moon.
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All photos here by Will Van Dorp, who WAS a judge!
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