Monday, September 29, 2014
Once again, the Fbox teams advance to the post-season. Neill CARDINAL Furio will have to find some way to root, root, root for his namesake team at a time when the city of St. Louis has come to exemplify all that is wrong with America. Janine roots for the Tigers, carrying the torch for her father, who never visited Detroit, but became a Tiger fan when his beloved Giants moved to San Francisco in 1957 – it simply was not possible for him to become a Yankee fan, you understand. Why the Tigers? Hank Greenberg. Detroit, we should point out, has long been the poster child for what's wrong with America, though it has the potential to become a new and better kind of American city. Good luck to us both, and all.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Ah, facebook. You tell me things I don't know what to do about. Today is apparently the birthday of the most unfortunate Black Dahlia. Neill wrote, and I sang, an extraordinary song about her, Black Dahlia Blues. It was one of the most difficult singing assignments I've ever received, and I made him sing every note with me, like a shadow. It's very, very dark. And beautiful. Like the Black Dahlia.
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Friday, December 13, 2013
Somewhere in Denmark last night, Neill was cutting vinyl on a deadline and using, I quote, "John Lennon's actual genuine 100 percent authenticated Twittenhurst EMT140 plate reverb!!!!" That's four exclamation points from a grammarian. I hope one day he will use it on us. The band is called Eggs Laid by Tigers. They sing Dylan songs – Dylan Thomas, that is. Have a listen. The first record was very engaging; I was especially impressed with the dark humor they elicited with their settings ; Dylan's no Ogden Nash, neither one.