Should be making my way back from the city of broad shoulders today. (Update: broad shoulders and blistered feet. I feel a bit betrayed by my dress shoes, but maybe they feel the same way about me by using them for too much city walking.)
July 1, 2007
Music Store Review of the Moment
Hey, are you my buddy Mike Brown? If you're Mike Brown: dude, you are gonna totally love this place. You know all that crazy new jazz shit you listen to? You know how your music is so obscure that by the time it gets around to making a chord you're sick of it? This is your place. If you are not Mike Brown, however, Twisted Village got nothin' for you. --from this page of personal reviews of the record store Twisted Village
Note of the Moment
A long time ago I made a note to look up "High-Handed Outrage at Utica", a chapter said to have been read by Lincoln to has cabinet before the Emancipation Proclamation:
"Why don't you laugh?" he asked. "With the fearful strain that is upon me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die, and you need this medicine as much as I do."Well I finally managed to Google it up and I can answer... Maybe because it's, you know, not funny?
At the risk of spoilers, here's some of the ending paragraph:
Sez he, "That's all very well fur you to say ; but I tell you, old man, that Judas Iscarrot can't show hisself in Utiky with impunerty by a darn site!" with which observashun he kaved in Judassis hed.Does the final line of the piece ("I sood him, and the Joory brawt in a verdick of Arson in the 3d degree" -- for a bit if religious fervor inspired art vandalism) some kind of pun I'm not getting?
Seriously, the image of Ol' Honest Abe reading this to a grimfaced crew, trying to get a laugh with such flimsy material, probably overdoing the accents... it's not all that reassuring.