Fools of a Feather CD Productions

Larry & Lynette
Larry on MySpace | Lynette on MySpace
You can order
your copy of our CD Here

"Snapshot"
10 songs, 10 dollars
Just the right size for listening,
just the right size to buy!
(Postage will be added upon checkout)

6/20/07 notes:
Thanks everyone for your support! It's DONE!!
CD Release party will be at our Quarterly Music and Art Party
7-7-07 at 7PM. Lots of people already have their copies,
and not waiting for the party...

6/10/07 notes:
Thanks everyone for your support! It's about to happen--the CD is
at Deaf White Kitty Studio now being mastered!
CD Release party will be at our Quarterly Music and Art Party
7-7-07 at 7PM.

1/16/07
We have it in the hands of others now, getting volume levels evened out
and feedback on the songs. Seven licenses in hand. Three to go.
Who knew that Paul Simon would be the holdout?
Wonder if we'll have to replace that song? Argh!
I hate to have deadlines when things are out of our hands..........
Oh well, we will just have to wait.

12/16/06 notes:
Thanks for your pre-orders--it will help us with the licensing costs!
Much progress is made, the play list is almost done (we are wrangling over one last song)
and we have a name now for the CD--it's called "Snapshot".
Lots of memories, schmaltzy wonderful songs, sweet harmonies and tunes you will love to hear.

6/2/06 notes:
Several pre-ordered already--They're going fast!
Get 'em now before we go platinum!

See a list of some of our favorite songwriters

SMILE!

A Fools of a Feather Productions

One

(Larry & Lynette's close harmonies)

We ignore the gray holiday drizzle as typical.
Kids splash noisily in the fountain pool
behind the stage as their folks munch on
corn dogs and seven dollar 'tropical' kebabs.

The rest of us plant ourselves on the dropletted
benches and give our friends a congenial listen.
The doctors have lately recharged Larry's ticker
making him voluble with stories again.

Lynette patiently strums her necessary notes
and which are those? The waterspider's arpeggios
that trace the gentle scuttling of her fingertips
across her husband's broad chest
so that when her arm falls into place
it will rest lightly, expected and welcome.

An owl vanishing into the dark grazes his earlobe
with the mouse's whiskers of a whisper by habit
too soft to wake the children even years
after they've grown up and moved away.

This reminds him of a trickling creek
they finally reached late on a day hike,
how the flowing braid of a three-foot rapids
chimed against its quartz pebbles and seemed
to play counterpoint against his breath
as he grasped for his knees.

We smile. Hikes were more fun before
we all grew so damned convex. (Me too.)
Good thing how their kitchen harmonies keep us
at our sink windows washing the evening dishes
so we don't miss the pale dusting of starlight
on the lake that the creek eventually finds,

glazing the interwoven ruffles
from just across the way
with liquid sparkling.

Hank Davis