I just got an email earlier this week that September 6, 1936 was the day the last surviving Thylacine died in captivity in a Tasmanian zoo. The Thylacine was a marsupial predator that lived "down under" until the entire species was hunted to extinction.
There's a band from Columbia, MO called Ptarmigan who wrote a song about the animal as well. I'll have to set up a show with them sometime.
Coincidences always seem to occur in my basement at the end of each summer, so this past weekend, on the anniversary of Thylacine's extinction, The Union Electric was practicing its newest song, an adaptation of the poem "Thylacine" by Stefene Russell, set to some chords I assigned to it and some riffs that the band contributed.
From Stefene Russell's series of "dead species" poems
suitcase jaw, knife stripes
they eat the bones
no bloody feathers blowing
against the salty grass
and the chimera shadow
the flip book
with jowly wolf head and hindquarters
of a tiger and a middle part
that we don't know how to name
the farmer's children slam the closet door
pull the hems of coats and dresses over their eyes
at the thought of croupy barking
but the gait
three animals put together
the book says awkward, though tireless
like the one who can't keep up
far down the path
that trip off a little migraine of the heart
Everything I write now seems to be about people (and now animals) in cages. Apparently my cover songs and adaptations are falling into the same subject catagory.
AND THE DEAD SHALL RISE ...
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