[or, in this case, the inspired juxtaposition of two.]
say what you want about drudge, that fucker knows exactly what he's doing--and is really, really good at it.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
because sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words
.
[or, in this case, the inspired juxtaposition of two.]
say what you want about drudge, that fucker knows exactly what he's doing--and is really, really good at it.
[or, in this case, the inspired juxtaposition of two.]
say what you want about drudge, that fucker knows exactly what he's doing--and is really, really good at it.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
the flip side of "dreamweaver"
.
back in the late summer of 1976, i came crawling back home to east texas after yet another ill-fated adventure with beau [one of several i haven't written about yet], humbly enrolled as a freshman in tyler junior college for the upcoming fall semester and took a job at the nearest ken's pizza [which, unbelievably, is apparently still there] to help pay my way through same.
it was hard, miserable work, except for when it wasn't--once the doors closed for the night, we jacked up the jukebox, cued up our favorites and rocked the night away as we cleaned the place up, and life was good.
until that fateful night when somebody pushed the wrong button and instead of "dreamweaver," we got the b side. at first we were, like, wtf, and then the bassline kicked in and "let it out" pretty much immediately moved into high rotation on our nightly hit parade. we kept waiting for gary to release it as a stand-alone single, but it never happened.
flash-forward 25 (+/-) years: my baby sister the producer [about as impressed with celebrity as i am, god love her--she once left me a message saying "mike, i'm stuck entertaining the dalai lama tonight--anything you want me to ask him?"], walked in one night, tossed me a cd and said, "i interviewed gary wright last week for a piece on vintage rockers and i know you love him, so i asked him to autograph his 'best of' for you."
to which, after flipping it over and scanning the contents, i could only cry in injured disbelief, "where the fuck is 'let it out'?!"
flash-forward to now: i'm drinking tonight and this poor, great, unappreciated song is what came up on shuffle at just the right point in my incipient drunkenness [what--you expected a different explanation for this post?].
back in the late summer of 1976, i came crawling back home to east texas after yet another ill-fated adventure with beau [one of several i haven't written about yet], humbly enrolled as a freshman in tyler junior college for the upcoming fall semester and took a job at the nearest ken's pizza [which, unbelievably, is apparently still there] to help pay my way through same.
it was hard, miserable work, except for when it wasn't--once the doors closed for the night, we jacked up the jukebox, cued up our favorites and rocked the night away as we cleaned the place up, and life was good.
until that fateful night when somebody pushed the wrong button and instead of "dreamweaver," we got the b side. at first we were, like, wtf, and then the bassline kicked in and "let it out" pretty much immediately moved into high rotation on our nightly hit parade. we kept waiting for gary to release it as a stand-alone single, but it never happened.
* * * * *
flash-forward 25 (+/-) years: my baby sister the producer [about as impressed with celebrity as i am, god love her--she once left me a message saying "mike, i'm stuck entertaining the dalai lama tonight--anything you want me to ask him?"], walked in one night, tossed me a cd and said, "i interviewed gary wright last week for a piece on vintage rockers and i know you love him, so i asked him to autograph his 'best of' for you."
to which, after flipping it over and scanning the contents, i could only cry in injured disbelief, "where the fuck is 'let it out'?!"
* * * * *
flash-forward to now: i'm drinking tonight and this poor, great, unappreciated song is what came up on shuffle at just the right point in my incipient drunkenness [what--you expected a different explanation for this post?].
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