tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post3747553065749770028..comments2024-03-28T07:38:03.544-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/28/24: Talk about haunting melodies....Neil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-2168288518513888742022-01-02T21:42:37.526-06:002022-01-02T21:42:37.526-06:00I knew. One of my best friends could have written ...I knew. One of my best friends could have written that song, because it happened to him, in pretty much the same way, a couple of years before the song came out. He, too, met her in a club, but not in old Soho. He was a student at Georgetown, so it was down in old D.C.Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-29485363024832441062022-01-02T14:39:06.768-06:002022-01-02T14:39:06.768-06:00Coey, thanks for that. The transcript itself doesn...Coey, thanks for that. The transcript itself doesn't do justice, so I listened to part 4 of the episode (as if I ever need any excuse to listen to the perfect voice of Ira Glass). That was funny!Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095365044754792646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-78303719109076065172022-01-01T22:53:36.544-06:002022-01-01T22:53:36.544-06:00Speaking of the Rolling Stones, there’s a great se...Speaking of the Rolling Stones, there’s a great segment from an episode of this American life, in which Tig Notaro (one of my favorite comedians) tells a story about introducing her sixth grade class to a classic Stones hit. https://www.thisamericanlife.org/518/transcriptCoeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06130250489695215525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-22329334774348978872022-01-01T22:26:04.025-06:002022-01-01T22:26:04.025-06:00Now THAT one I got...it's a cold medium, and n...Now THAT one I got...it's a cold medium, and nuance is lost. And I can be extra thick about jokes, ironically enough. Speaking of 1970s rock, for years I thought the Kinks song "Lola" was about a girl.Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-85882307755117427262022-01-01T19:17:43.326-06:002022-01-01T19:17:43.326-06:00If it wasn't apparent, I was joking about the ...If it wasn't apparent, I was joking about the misappropriation.<br /><br />BTW chances are I was the kid who brought in Sticky Fingers, even if I don't remember Miss Benson's music expo. I remember coveting that album at the Revco(?) at Bagley and Lindbergh(?). I loved Wild Horses and Can't You Hear Me Knocking. Still do, even though I rejected the Stones for a while during the punk/new wave years.<br /><br />And... nothing wrong with Sabre Dance! ("you can dance if you want to, we can leave your friends behind"..., oh, wait).Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095365044754792646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-48031592357691985312022-01-01T15:52:34.099-06:002022-01-01T15:52:34.099-06:00No, that was my allowance—I didn't work the pa...No, that was my allowance—I didn't work the paper route until I was 9, and then I remember saving most of the money to buy a roll-top desk, when I was 14. I've still got it, behind me now. An amazingly nice piece of furniture for a 14-year-old to buy for himself.Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-27999145308037926932022-01-01T13:00:21.389-06:002022-01-01T13:00:21.389-06:00Are you saying that your parents misappropriated t...Are you saying that your parents misappropriated the profits from your Berea News Sun delivery route and only left you with 25 cents?Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095365044754792646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-63855934154798559932021-12-31T12:38:00.942-06:002021-12-31T12:38:00.942-06:00As a patrol boy, I stood at the corner of North av...As a patrol boy, I stood at the corner of North avenue and Menard in front of an establishment called the Blue Dahlia. Similar review to what they have at the Baton Club now and so there was a lot of talk about that song. So yeah I guess I did.FMEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06829632906445535928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-51533365974727252702021-12-30T23:03:58.753-06:002021-12-30T23:03:58.753-06:00Did you know in 1970 what the song referred to? I ...Did you know in 1970 what the song referred to? I know I didn’t until sometime in the early ‘80s. I had a sheltered childhood. As a flute player, I appreciated that Jethro Tull was the coolest thing flautists had going, but my talents were not in the same time zone, even. Coeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06130250489695215525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-51840358616080823252021-12-30T18:50:02.983-06:002021-12-30T18:50:02.983-06:00I don't think it happened until freshman Engli... I don't think it happened until freshman English class that we were asked to bring in records. My choice was Jethro Tull thick as a brick. They were the first band I saw live in concert at the Old Chicago stadium.<br /><br />Needless to say, if you're familiar with the album, My English teacher wasn't thrilled with my choice. <br /><br />I could have brought the first record I ever purchased in 7th grade. Lola from the kinks that probably wouldn't have been a big hit either. <br /><br />Didn't discover my love for classical music until my eldest son learned cello and played in the Chicago youth symphony orchestra. Super nerd that kid still listens to classical music in between cuts of rap , death metal and classic rock. He has a Remarkably broad taste in music that oneFMEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06829632906445535928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-64255844912775518132021-12-30T14:34:50.004-06:002021-12-30T14:34:50.004-06:00The one thing we knew that we wouldn't spend m...The one thing we knew that we wouldn't spend money on was a live band. Too loud for my sensitive ears. When you ask a band to be quieter they are offended. Not so a DJ. After the wedding, the one comment I got repeatedly was "We LOVED that we could actually hear each other and TALK during the dinner!" Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831580101168618303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-35269922804744823592021-12-30T13:08:46.797-06:002021-12-30T13:08:46.797-06:00I love "Sabre Dance," but it *would* be ...I love "Sabre Dance," but it *would* be a bit much for a wedding march. And as for the other choice, one can certainly understand not wanting to be "a figure of ridicule at my own wedding." <br /><br />I grew up with at least some familiarity with, and a definite appreciation for classical music. My parents had a couple albums, with titles like 25 Classical Gems or 50 Classical Greatest Hits, or whatever. (Obviously I don't have the encyclopedic memory that some of you folks sport.) Which was a good way to be introduced, in a way, as it hooked you with the "good" parts of much longer works. Though it led to some disappointment as I later explored many of the works in their entirety and was not as captivated. Anyway, though I've listened to and enjoyed a lot over the years, before yesterday I would have said that I was completely unfamiliar with "Love for Three Oranges," though I now realize I'd heard the "March," at least.<br /><br />This morning on WFMT, former morning host Carl Grapentine briefly commemorated the 100th anniversary of the Chicago premiere in his "Carl's Almanac" segment. He played three segments from the "Love for Three Oranges Suite," I believe. Jakashnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-88071865063567652162021-12-30T11:43:00.260-06:002021-12-30T11:43:00.260-06:00Well, it couldn't have been lucky for EVERYBOD...Well, it couldn't have been lucky for EVERYBODY. There is so much culture, we can't keep track of all of it. Once I participated in a celebrity softball match. I was excited because I got to share the outfield with Minnie Minoso and talk to him. But I also had my photo taken with an actor who was in town, and I was surprised to see that photo framed in my kid's room. It was me and Jackie Chan. I had no idea who he was when we took it.Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-7123626973187736312021-12-30T10:08:48.441-06:002021-12-30T10:08:48.441-06:00I was kind of a dork in sixth grade, too, Mister S...I was kind of a dork in sixth grade, too, Mister S. When kids were crying on the Day The Music Died (February 3, 1959)...I didn't even know who any of the plane crash victims were. Somehow, I had never heard of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P. Richardson (AKA the Big Bopper). I wasn't into rock 'n' roll, or Monsters of Filmland magazines, or even major league baseball. Truth be told, I didn't know which respective leagues the Cubs and the White Sox competed in. <br /><br />Thanks to my father, and his "hi-fi" equipment, I knew all of Sinatra's stuff, and classical composers, and countless Broadway show tunes. Instead of ballplayers, I had learned the names (and nicknames) of all of Chicago's Mafia "boys"...and knew where Capone's HQ was, and where St. Valentine's Day had happened. I was also an avid reader of MAD, which immeasurably enchanced my relationship, six years later, with the woman who is now my wife (she read it, too). MAD turned me into the class clown, and a snarky wise-ass.<br /><br />My one-liners in class, and my punning, made me a big hit with the cool kids. By that spring, I was being invited to basement parties, learning dance moves in garages, hanging around girls' front porches, and listening to AM Top 40 radio. But my sudden popularity didn't last. By junior high, those same cool kids had discarded me like a pair of worn-out Keds. Once a dork, always a dork. <br /><br />My rejection made me resent and despise the powers-that-be, and the tastemakers of pop culture, and probably helped to propel me down the road to radicalism and pinko beliefs (much of which also came from Jewish parents and grandparents...I have never voted Republican in my life). And I still liked classical music, natch, right along with my new taste for rock. One can have two musical loves simultaneously. Or even more. Later on came folk...snd jazz...even blues and bluegrass. Spending half my life in Chicago, a musical Mecca, was a huge plus.<br /><br />Hey, Mister S, I went to 950 Wrightwood. Once. Shlepped there on New Year's Eve of 1978, during a huge snowstorm, with a gorgeous widow I'd recently met at the Channel 11 holiday food-and-toy drive. Some kind of Serbian punk band was playing, and we both got very drunk. Took her back to her place. Then she kicked me out, into the storm. The CTA trains to Evanston weren't running, and I had a long walk home, through deep drifts. Got totally soaked and frozen, and caught a bad cold. Never connected with that gorgeous widow, who was still mourning her loss. Nine-fifty was most definitely not my Lucky Number.Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-39527043660990437712021-12-30T09:42:41.474-06:002021-12-30T09:42:41.474-06:00Love the column
Jack from Superior ColoLove the column<br />Jack from Superior ColoJackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08102358875325723796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-81143123396570668452021-12-30T08:45:09.012-06:002021-12-30T08:45:09.012-06:00At least you didn't go with Funeral March of a...At least you didn't go with Funeral March of a Marionette. That would have been appropriate at my first wedding.Margaret Hagermannoreply@blogger.com