Frankie Ghee Sings Wednesday & Friday 8/30, 9/1
Wednesday, I’ll be at TRUE LEGENDS IN LIBERTY LAKE opening for the amazing Pamela Jean at 6pm
Friday, I’ll be at AK ASIAN IN SPOKANE VALLEY, 6-8pm
You are invited to come and chill with me. It will be a groovy time!
Frankie Ghee Sings Ak Asian 9/1/2023 6-8pm
YOU ARE IN INVITED! COME ON BY AND SING ALONG WITH ME. ORIGINALS AND COVERS, LOTS OF. STYLES, BUT I GUARANTEE YOU’LL KNOW SOME OF THE WORDS!
It Was Wednesday Night in Spokane…and This Happened
I was super fortunate that the weather cleared up just in time for me to play. Thanks to everyone who sang along, danced, or just gave me a smile. I appreciated the generous tips and the balloon bouquet from the very nice young lady who gave a me a compliment. Please stay tuned and check out the “upcoming events” tab in the menu for future gigs. You are invited!
It was Saturday Afternoon in Spokane, and this happened…
Thanks for having me at the SPOKANE GARDEN EXPO! It was a groovy experience😎
BUSKING WITH FRANKIE EPISODE 3/SEASON 2023
#BUSIKINGWITHFRANKIE HEE HEE
Thursday Afternoon in Spokane, I donned by baseball cap and headed out with zero fanfare or primping. This was a truly live and spontaneous event, and I’m so glad it was. I got lots of smiles and got to talk to some very warm people. At one point I left my camera on and recorded two songs and a whole conversation.😂😂 I’m sharing one of the songs here. Thank you for listening.
It Was Monday Evening in Hayden, Idaho, and this Happened…
OLD FRIENDS
My oldest friends
Who knew me when
Now, don’t know how well you know me
I have aged and changed
And remained the same
And surprise you with my politics
I might not recognize your cars
And you don’t know my favorite song
But when my mind rewinds
Old friends
I tell boring tales about you
You are still the best of friends
I am grateful….For old times
…a poem for a cloudy day
The Mouse and the Lion
The sun owns the sky
Magnificent and powerful
Brilliant and hot
At least until one fluffy, cotton candy ball
Of ghostly, grayish white
Like a scurrying, frightened, house mouse
Swallowing whole
The majestic king of beasts
And it’s huge, golden mane
Devours the perfect star
And all of its warmth and prospect
With one thoughtless clamping
Of petite, marshmallow jaw
And, for a while, the sky holds nothing
Only the cloud
And the Shadow
And the tell-tale silver lining
The only evidence
Of the perfect crime
It was Friday Afternoon in Athol, Idaho, and this happened…
Poetry Rising Happened. I sang original music. I read some flash fiction and a couple of poems. Stephen share poetry and first hand experiences. Consider stopping by the Hayden, Idaho Library this coming Monday at 6pm for more Poetry Rising, music, poetry and prose.
UP THE STAIRWAY DOWN by Frankie Valinda Ghee
The petit wedding planner in the bright blue tank top and the fitted yoga pants walks up the black, metal stairway that begins where Spokane’s 8th Avenue South abruptly ends. The stairway is almost brand new, a definite improvement over the crumbling wreck of a thing it replaced last year. The stairway is new, but the thing that has followed her all the way from the house she rents on the north side, over the Monroe Street Bridge, through Down Town Spokane and finally up Sherman Street’s steep climb is older than ancient, and it is hungry.
This monstrosity that dogs her step for step and breath for breath was once something like a massive bird or bat like thing. Millennia of travel, abuse and aggression have distorted and maimed the creature rendering it gangly and impatient.
The woman walks purposefully up the stairway, absent mindedly gripping the railing as she counts each step. At the top, she stands firm and reaches out a small manicured hand. The creature opens its mouth and extends a purple, plump and pitted tongue roughly the size and coloring of a loaf of moldy wheat bread. There is a moment of shared affection. Then, together the small woman and the beast sit at the top of the stairway and wait.
The two of them always wait, sometimes hours for a lonesome traveler. When the meal finally arrives, usually wearing something with a zipper and sporting headphones, they set upon it together with a ravenous fury befitting the giant mongrel thing and belying the dainty, fresh faced siren with whom it dines.
Only when the meal is done and the stairway has been licked clean of gristle and gore might one hear the playful banter of a young woman and her pet.
“Who’s a good boy?” she asks with good humor in a sweet mother’s voice.
“I am. I am a good boy.” It growls back at her.
They play for a few moments on the stairway and then head back down.
Upcoming Events
- MAY 9, AROUND THE PIANO SPOKANE, WA
- MAY 13, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS GARDEN EXPO SPOKANE WA
- MAY-OCT FRANKIE GHEE SINGS BUSKORAMA USA TBA, TBD
- MAY 24, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS, THE NEST, SPOKANE WA
- JUNE 2, WEST CENTRAL COMMUNITY NEIGHBOR DAY- EVENING AM PARK
- JUNE 9, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS, JD’S, BAY VIEW,ID 7-9pm
- JUNE 14, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS, THE NEST
- JULY 15, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS, TRADING CO, COLBERT WA
- AUGUST 13 FRANKIE GHEE SINGS ONE SHOT CHARLIE’S HARRISON, IDAHO
- OCTOBER 12, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS THURSDAY MARKET, SPOKANE, WA
- OCTOBER 19, FRANKIE GHEE SINGS NW MUSEUM OF ARTS & CULTURE SPOKANE, WA