Anybody Can Tell You To Listen To Supremes Records
August 13, 2014
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Who’s going to remind you to listen to Dorothy Moore records? Who can you turn to, in this world of pain and mizzry?
I’m here for you.
General Business
August 12, 2014
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I don’t know if they call it that anymore.
General business, I mean. That’s what they called it when I was younger. I don’t know if that was peculiar to New England, either. It sure was peculiar, though.
If you had an agent, he’d call it General Business. It’s a General Business job, he’d say. That’s what was said. You understood immediately what was required.
You made twice as much as bar band wages. You had to fish through the back of the closet for clothes you think you have. They’re the haberdasher’s version of a stray cat. They’re at your house, but you’re not sure where they came from, and you’re not even sure that you actually own them.
Chicken and shells. Chicken and shells. Chicken and shells. A bridesmaid or two. General Business.
If You Make Things, You Are My Brother: The Tailor
August 9, 2014
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Sometimes things are only different. Other times they are plain worse.
Fish don’t know they’re swimming in water. Even people, who are at least 14 percent smarter than fish I’ve known, don’t think much about the air around them while they’re passing through it. Culture is a form of atmosphere. You pass through it, but it yields so easily that you ignore its effects. Then one day there’s a hurricane, or a drought, and you notice it all of a sudden. No one thinks about the Interstate Highway System as a concept while they’re driving on it. Well, no one but me, I gather.
If you like novelty, you can easily be persuaded that plain worse is better. If you dislike novelty, you can easily be convinced that anything novel is plain worse. Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a world with only these two types of people, and it’s driving me to distraction.
‘Playing The Blues With Four Hands With Margrethe’ Isn’t A Euphemism, But It Should Be
August 8, 2014
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It’s not possible not to have a crush on Blossom Dearie.
I’ve never played the blues with four hands with Margrethe. I have worn Irish handcuffs, though. I’ve also played the Irish banjo. I’ve thrown Irish confetti. I’ve worn the Irish suitcoat. I’ve never doled out Irish sunglasses, however.
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