For about one hour on the morning of Saturday, April 30, it rained feathers on Colorado Boulevard. Did a poultry truck explode? No. Was it the end of days? No. Was Pasadena experiencing some kind of freak storm? Well, kind of. Once a year Pasadena closes a section of Colorado Boulevard and opens its arms to everyone and everything that the very traditional Rose Parade would never allow. Known as The Doo Dah Parade, this exercise in madness has a 30+ year history of synchronized-dancing business men, giant cat floats, gothic stilt-walkers, transvestite surf-guitarists, hula-hoopers, and every other harebrained scheme the likes of which any sane person would never imagine. This stuff is beyond wacky tacky.
A look at the 2010 Doo Dah Parade
Our friend Anna Goeser, inventor of the Mojave Bonsai and owner/founder of Easy Acres Chicken Sitting (eastside Los Angeles' premiere chicken-sitting service) decided to enter the parade as a novel way to promote her business. The idea behind our entry was chicken-sitting, dust bowl refugees. Given our family's long and storied Okie heritage, we found this a comfortable fit and committed ourselves wholeheartedly to the endeavor.
|Anna - Mother Hen of Easy Acres Chicken Sitting|
|The new American Gothic |
I'm holding the pillow that started it all
|The chickens take pride of place on the hood of the 1937 Studebaker.|
|Prepping for the parade....in the gutter|
Take that, Dorothea Lange!!!!
|The feathers were flying!|
|Mary rode on the running board|
|Upping our Okie street cred - we pushed the car along most of the parade route|
Strangely enough, we were not the only hillbillies with chickens at the parade. The spirit of the parade took over and we joined forces with the performers from "Diatomaceous Love" who brought their own tractor, jug band and live chicken!
|The obligatory Disco Brigade|
|A family of papier-mache eyeballs and bunny heads.|
I really liked the designs, but I'm pretty sure that they were part of some New-Age
spiritual philosophy. The lady pictured told me that children don't know how to cough.
What does that even mean?
Going into this, I really thought that this would be a once-in-a-lifetime gig. We had such a great time, however, that I am already planning for next year. We danced, played the kazoo, littered freely and met some truly awesome people. My number one plan for next year is to bring sunscreen so bystanders will remember that we were promoting urban, chicken farming not "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes."