All the Song Fans for Serious Song Fans
I don’t know about you, but I think being a Song Fan is way better than being an Athletic Supporter, if you know what I mean. Not only is it sweaty down there, but the sticky balls bouncing around every which way are enough to make you want to put the jock back in (his) jock strap. Maybe it would be less sweaty if they took the time to fan themselves once in a while. I mean, it is part of what keeps us ladies daisy fresh, we start fanning ourselves when our uppers start sweating, we don’t wait for the Netherlands to start melting before we take action. But we also buy ourselves new underwear before they look like cartoon Swiss cheese, so maybe we just care more. Which is why more women are needed in politics, before the whole world is a few overcrowded islands catering to the mega yachts that come to restock. Oh, that got dark fast! This is why we don’t talk about men’s underthings and the Uber rich at the same time, it’s bad voodoo.
Anywhoooo, look at these lively dancing fans. Not too big for your rapidly shrinking dance space, fits into a purse or pocket, and almost into one of the wristlets. It fits with is bum hanging out, if that counts as fitting. Don’t get caught dancing to Terrapin without a fan you’re sorely tempted to toss into the lion’s den at the opportune time.
The first one is the China Cat Sunflower Fan, getting as close to a cat can to smiling, while a leaf of all colours plays a golden string fiddle in the field behind them.
Second is the Bird Song Fan, and all I know is something like a bird within her sang. Dedicated to Janice Joplin, here we see her crying in the snow and rain, the bird in her chest like a cage.
Third is the Ripple Fan, our skeleton is walking down the road between the light and the dark of night, lifting up his hand when his cup is empty, in salute to the Ripple in still water.
Next comes our Lady With A Fan Fan, and while the storyteller speaks, a door within the fire creaks, suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there, eyes alight with glowing hair. And the fan she’s about to throw into the lion’s den, see if you recognize it? You may have that one too, maybe tucked away as a momento. Or you probably gave it to someone at a show who needed it more, because not all heroes wear capes.
Fifth is our US Blues Fan, included because my first dancing fan was a US flag fan given to me on the 4th of July at Fare The Well in 2015, and I can’t dance without a fan since. By the way, Uncle Sam is waving a flag and and popping a bag, not eating a turkey leg, although I hear that was a close second for alternate lyrics.
Next is Must Have Been The Roses in here last, where Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had Ribbon, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair.
Then the Billy Strings Red Daisies Fan and the Stealie fan are not so much song fans, but can be purchased here to combine shipping with other fans.
They are bamboo and bright fabric, $10 each with $7 shipping in the US and Canada for the first fan, and free shipping for any additional fans.
