Now I have to put the lovely artwork of this CD in the Never-Play Shitpile with the Nuge.
Hey, the rain today wasn’t a ferocious as predicted …. got to see modern dance presentation at the Isabella Stewart Gardner and get one of my good ganders at a painting of a demon by someone who believed they were real.
(It’s “Saint Michael, Archangel.” The demon does not look like any clever monster-mashups from scary creatures. Really suggests something not from this universe.)
After this week, I think there is an obvious change. The batter should be allowed to run out and smack the pitcher as quickly in the head as he can, and then advance to first.
Anybody museum got any program schedules from Circus Maximus around?
Which is what we called him when I took his BU disinformation class in 1979.
As you can tell, very witty, yet made sharp, even corrosive points. One story I remember is that he mentioned learning Elvis Presley songs on acoustic guitar “so young people would trust us at parties.”
One of the most informative and enlightening classes I ever attended.
My ideal political and fusionist international performer. I snatched up everything I could find by him and he was a regular on the house soundtrack. I could not begin to improve on this guide to his albums, not least because I agree with nearly every point. Stinks to lose the fighters. Do a show with Joe Strummer in Paradise tonight, Rachid. He was seven years younger than me.
Charlie Pierce knows this is a day for reflection on evil acts and scumbag behavior.
First there was this incredibly evil development. Which was kinda hidden and kinda not. I didn’t understand back then just how well “noise” of events could conceal the most important messages.
Next, another ugly history lesson. I thought Starr was going to be the phony-scumbag bottom. HA! This is a key insight that had not occurred to me:
(One of the worst things about the current media elite is that so many of them came of age during this extended kabuki and became convinced that this is the way things are supposed to work, an attitude many of them brought with them into their coverage of Hillary Rodham Clinton’s presidential campaign.)
Missoula judge blocks evil Grizzly hunt. I thought this was nothing but sickening sadism toward animals typical of the brutality of King Donald. Good olde Missou — an island of sanity and civilization out there. And hey, the mascot of the University of Montana is the Grizzly. Can’t have them slaughtering the mascot! First time I’ve felt entirely good about my Griz Cheerleader folk art.
Excellent, information-packed obit.
My favorite African Jazz Pioneers album is Live at Montreaux Festival. The S/T debut is my second pick.