Earlier
this afternoon I was watching The Mentalist on Hulu, and Patrick said
to another character, “See you in the funny papers.” I nearly gasped.
Terence Burke used to say that. Thing is, today’s heat and humidity had
me thinking about Terence. “He would love this,” I thought. He really
liked weather like this, it was cray cray. But to be thinking about
Terence and then suddenly hear his favorite way to say “good bye”? See
you in the fu…
I just don't think I will ever be over what happened to Trayvon. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was crying for weeks when the court let Zimmerman off, citing "Stand Your Ground." Like...I'm thinking about it now, and I'm still incredulous. He was just 17. He wasn't doing anything. He had Skittles and iced tea. He was walking home. And a monster stalked him and killed him. And a Florida jury found Zimmerman not gu…
So we lost my good friend Terence last year. One August night he just quietly died in his sleep. We were all devastated. He was only 54. I can't say enough about how awesome Terence was, and that's both personally and professionally. I knew him a little through the music scene, then in 2007 I hired him at my workplace. He impressed the pants off everybody, was a fast learner and a superb employee. We became friends. We had many friends in…
You guys, Jane Goodall died. "It doesn't take much to be considered a difficult woman. That's why there are so many of us."
You guys. Mike Piehl posted on Facebook that David Johnston died yesterday. Oh man. I loved him. I found him busking one day, and stood and listened. I was utterly captivated by his voice, his Dobro, his wild tumble of blond hair. I booked him in one of my showcases at the Lizard Lounge. He didn't have a CD yet. Not yet. When he made one, it blew me away. You were the real deal, David. Following, my review from my archives (as Lexi Kahn) and …
When I was sixteen, we lived in the middle of the woods in a super tiny town in an 1860s house. The whole town was haunted, if you ask me. One day, my girlfriend Renee rode her bike over with her Oujia Board. Dead serious, we were meeting after school for this dead serious ghost session and we were both like, totally dead serious about it...that is how we sounded. Well, it was serious in the sense that we weren't merely fooling around with …
"People tell me all the time that I look forbidding or aloof. That doesn't bother me much - I am fairly private, withdrawn, and... distant, I guess. But, um, I think that's okay." - Ric Ocasek (March 23, 1944 – September 15, 2019)
"Songs are just sort of feelings put into words, a marriage of the emotional and cerebral. And that's sort of the best thing you can do—express in words what you're feeling, hopefully in a way that's not too trivial or stupid." - Asa Brebner
You guys, Rose Marie died. I admit that I shed a tear or two tonight. I was way too young to "get" the Dick Van Dyke show when it was in re-runs on TV. But years later I found a connection with it, when I went off to college in New Rochelle. I loved Sally, and I guess she was my first glimpse into "a TV writer," and she was a WOMAN. YES! Man, she was cool. So yeah, I got a little emotional when I heard of this fine funny lady…
Adam West was my Batman. His was the Batman that I knew first, so he's the one whose visage my mind's eye still summons whenever I hear someone say "Batman." In those days, Batman as a franchise was campy. It was a comic book lifted right from the cartoon pages and performed by people doing very silly things in a very serious manner. Decades before the franchise turned dark, Batman was good wholesome family fun. Just like Roger…
Look, it's not up for debate. No "buts." Black Lives Matter. I cannot believe it's really necessary to explain that this awareness-driven slogan is not meant to imply " Only Black Lives Matter." That's not what it means at all. To take it as such is, frankly, a weird reaction and I have a few questions for you later. But first, let me be clear. Black Lives Matter means Black Lives Mattter Too . THIS IS A NATIONAL CR…
Genine was a high school friend. Brief, bright and deep, that was our love, from about mid-freshmen year to the summer of junior year. I wish I could find my goddamn yearbook so I could see what we wrote into the blurbs on each others' pages at graduation. Was it "remember when we..." and was it promises to keep in better touch? It's things like that you grasp for, when you find out a one-time friend is gone.
That monster saw a black
boy walking in his neighborhood, followed, taunted, confronted and shot that boy for no goddamn reason. George Zimmerman should be in jail.
My heart, my soul, my mind all ache for Trayvon, his friends, his family and everyone in
America whose expectations were dashed last weekend. George Zimmerman is a predator who hunted and killed a boy just because he thought he could get away with it, and now the law has shocked …
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