Some time ago, I sent off a revised version of this story to a small literary magazine. It’s not the greatest story, but it’s very unique: A Holocaust tale told in the form of a narrated children’s story and featuring an M. Night Shamalamadingdong twist at the end starring KISS’s Gene Simmons.
Jeff Tweedy’s performance at UC Davis’s Mondavi Center was so delicate that I was afraid I was going to break it — like fresh snow, so clean and perfect. Every step I took promised to break the magic spell. For one night the big music hall was as intimate and quiet as Nashville’s Bluebird Cafe.
This week’s “Deep Cuts” is short and sweet, and located over on The Good Men Project. Check it out here: http://goodmenproject.com/arts/nelson-mandela-in-song-js/#!o1n3E
My parents married early in the Space Age. Kennedy was in office, and during that same year the US and the USSR combined for 81 orbital launches. Space was the buzz, and everybody got in on the action. Everything from cars to bicycles to bras sported missile-influenced designs. This was the year that The Jetsons debuted.
My love for all things P-Funk knows no boundaries. The Brides of Funkenstein were former backup singers promoted to the front line for a couple of late seventies albums. Funk or Walk was their debut LP, and single “Disco to Go” went gold:
Okay, lots of things say “thank you” better than a song, not the least of which is simply saying thank you, but can you think of a better Thanksgiving playlist than songs of gratitude? Thank you, I didn’t think so.
I know you have a lot to be thankful for today, from your family being together to your football team winning to your Aunt Mabel forgetting to bring her famous ambrosia salad that looks like tuna cat food, so pull up a headphone and let’s do this thing.