{"id":3921,"date":"2020-09-08T20:46:18","date_gmt":"2020-09-09T03:46:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/?p=3921"},"modified":"2020-09-08T20:46:18","modified_gmt":"2020-09-09T03:46:18","slug":"lizard-song-and-smoke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/archives\/3921","title":{"rendered":"Lizard Song and Smoke"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/rose-in-smoky-light-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3922\" width=\"384\" height=\"512\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/rose-in-smoky-light-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/rose-in-smoky-light-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/rose-in-smoky-light.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 384px) 100vw, 384px\" \/><figcaption>rose in smoky light<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Max wrote: <em>I had a very productive morning working on my book about lizards only to wake and find it was but a dream.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wrote back: <em>I\u2019ve\nalways liked lizards. I always feel lucky when I see one.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Max thought my response might make a good start for a story. I suggested the lines might also be good lyrics to a song. I\u2019ve been playing around with a catchy chord progression for the last few weeks, hunting for lyrics, so I tried singing <em>I\u2019ve always liked lizards, always feel lucky when I see one<\/em> to the music, and the words fit the tune nicely, so I got to work writing the rest of the song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I was trying out various combinations of words with the chord progression, the sunny day started to turn ominously gray as the air filled with smoke from the big fires inland. I stepped outside and the sun was orange. I went to get my camera and by the time I got back outside the sun was pink. A moment later, our mighty star disappeared behind the clouds and darkness fell at 4:30 in the afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/pink-sun-830x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3923\" width=\"415\" height=\"512\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/pink-sun-830x1024.jpg 830w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/pink-sun-243x300.jpg 243w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/pink-sun-768x947.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/pink-sun.jpg 1038w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 415px) 100vw, 415px\" \/><figcaption>pink sun<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I found myself quasi-panicking. Should we flee? But to where? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marcia finished giving an online cello lesson, we shared a couple beers, and I snapped a few pictures in the eerie daytime dusk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"750\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/late-afternoon-1024x750.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3924\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/late-afternoon-1024x750.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/late-afternoon-300x220.jpg 300w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/late-afternoon-768x563.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/late-afternoon-1200x879.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/late-afternoon.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption>strange smoky late afternoon <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Then I performed my new song for Marcia and she\napproved. Here is the first verse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I\u2019ve always liked lizards, feel lucky when I see one. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I like pelicans, too. In fact, I&#8217;d like to be one. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I like koala bears, and I like kangaroos. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I like walking on the beach. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>And I really really like you.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now I&#8217;ve got enough new songs for my next CD, and when the pandemic subsides and and the air clears and studio time becomes available again, this is what I\u2019m gonna do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=sAljiMIrKNE&amp;list=PL7A2gJzg9TABOOrZ41SK_PupiAY7TAP_6&amp;index=97\">Studio Time<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Max wrote: I had a very productive morning working on my book about lizards only to wake and find it was but a dream. I wrote back: I\u2019ve always liked lizards. I always feel lucky when I see one. 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