We survived Super Spreader Sunday, so today enjoy some fun quips and songs from Dusty Springfield and John Hiatt and a Beatles classic like you've never heard it before.
Here in Florida, the melting petri dish, the home of the exiled Mad King Of Orange, and the sanctuary of many whackos, nobody tells them how to party or commit suicidal genocide! 😂
Thanks for the heads-up about "Going Back to T-Town," Greg. Since I cut the cord years ago, I've struggled to keep up with PBS programming (I live in a dead zone for antenna coverage). Now that they offer a livestream from their iOS I'm able to watch programming but still don't have a good handle on getting alerted to what's upcoming.
Greg, it was nice to see your mention of The New Yorker's piece on Dusty Springfield. I was lucky enough to get to know Jerry Wexler late in his life (through my wife's art connections). When we had a house in East Hampton we were invited to a couple of his dinner parties at his home on David's Lane. I spent cocktail hour gawking through all the gold records on the walls that he'd produced over the years. At dinner I mentioned that my wife and I were big fans of Etta James (she was a fixture at The Cookery, a couple of blocks from where we lived, as I'm sure you'll recall). Jerry then told us he was working on his memoir, which I knew would be a wonderful personal history of the music business, with stories about Ahmet Ertegun and Atlantic Records. On Monday, he sent us a dozen Etta James CDs by messenger. I think I also read somewhere that when asked about what he wanted on his tombstone, he said, "More bass."
Yeah, would not have expected him to want, "More Cowbell." The Cookery: saw Alberta Hunter there about 3 times. Good place to bring parents to see her besides.
Perhaps I'm a schmultz, but I saw the entirety of Super Programming as spectacular entertainment, something I humbly suggest the country needs. Sometimes, we just need to enjoy enjoyable parts of life and not sit in judgment of everything.
Here in Florida, the melting petri dish, the home of the exiled Mad King Of Orange, and the sanctuary of many whackos, nobody tells them how to party or commit suicidal genocide! 😂
Thanks for the heads-up about "Going Back to T-Town," Greg. Since I cut the cord years ago, I've struggled to keep up with PBS programming (I live in a dead zone for antenna coverage). Now that they offer a livestream from their iOS I'm able to watch programming but still don't have a good handle on getting alerted to what's upcoming.
happy to help....
I didn’t like the Jeep ad as it seemed to be promoting white Christianity. Am I the only one offended by that???
Greg, it was nice to see your mention of The New Yorker's piece on Dusty Springfield. I was lucky enough to get to know Jerry Wexler late in his life (through my wife's art connections). When we had a house in East Hampton we were invited to a couple of his dinner parties at his home on David's Lane. I spent cocktail hour gawking through all the gold records on the walls that he'd produced over the years. At dinner I mentioned that my wife and I were big fans of Etta James (she was a fixture at The Cookery, a couple of blocks from where we lived, as I'm sure you'll recall). Jerry then told us he was working on his memoir, which I knew would be a wonderful personal history of the music business, with stories about Ahmet Ertegun and Atlantic Records. On Monday, he sent us a dozen Etta James CDs by messenger. I think I also read somewhere that when asked about what he wanted on his tombstone, he said, "More bass."
Yeah, would not have expected him to want, "More Cowbell." The Cookery: saw Alberta Hunter there about 3 times. Good place to bring parents to see her besides.
Perhaps I'm a schmultz, but I saw the entirety of Super Programming as spectacular entertainment, something I humbly suggest the country needs. Sometimes, we just need to enjoy enjoyable parts of life and not sit in judgment of everything.