March 19, 2009

 

One Hundred Years From Now

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Y'all know I loves me some Gram. One of the things I like most about him is the solid legacy (as opposed to the romantic, at times embellished one) he's left for musicians that paralleled and came after him. GP's "Cosmic American Music" reverberates through the Stones and the Dead, the Lemonheads, the Jayhawks and Beck just to name a few. His brilliance was certainly not in his guitar chops and perhaps barely in his voice, but moreover in his turn of a lyric.

That said, I present the masterful Wilco (Chitown represent!) to interpret a little Parsons ditty apropos for any time but so much now, a cautionary tune of paradoxical optimism:

Everybody's so wrong
That I know it's gonna work out right


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July 25, 2007

 

Fifty word fiction: Dat's A Keeper

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Benny and Hilda sit by the pool at the Super 8. It’s not open – it’s November. “Evah seen one’a dem Amish?” asks Benny. “You know da ones wit da buggies dat don’t like dere pictcha taken?”

“Yes, Ben darling, I most certainly have.”

“I got a book fulla dere souls.”
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