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This week: Sports Hating Coach K, Paulson/Wallace, Glenn Close, and Johnny Carson. Featured image by James Ensor. Music by Peter Gabriel, Grateful Dead, Dave Alvin, The Beatles, and Blondie. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Not One Of Us
This week: Chef Wise Guy, The Murders At Starved Rock, Chesters Weger & Arthur, John Sturges, and Kyle Melancon. Music by Peter Gabriel, The Kinks, Stevie Ray Vaughan, The Band/Staples Singers, Electric Needle Room, and Dash Rip Rock Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: And Through The Wire
This week: Ketanji Brown Jackson, Cory Booker, Gambling Movies, Mabley/Sykes, Carson/Rickles/Brock, and Barbara Stanwyck. Music by George Gershwin, Queen, The Jayhawks, Lady Gaga, Frank Sinatra, and Squeeze. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Rhapsody In Blue
This week: A Fond Farewell, the Bloody Benders, West Ford, the Showtime Lakers, Jonathan Winters, and William Hurt. Music by Ringo Starr, Camper van Beethoven, Colin Hay, REM, Silvia Telles, The Smithereens, Ella Fitzgerald, and Jefferson Airplane. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Photograph
This week: The Godfather at 50, Ward McAllister, The Gilded Age, Lucy and Desi, and fictional presidents. Music by George Harrison Paul McCartney, Wille Nelson, The Waterboys, Utopia, Little Richard, Frank Zappa, James Taylor, and John Lennon. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: All Things Must Pass
I’m still muddling through Carnival. Russian aggression against Ukraine hasn’t helped my morale, but I’m plugging away on the periphery of the parade route. I’m still leery of crowds and determined not to catch COVID as has happened to several of my vaxxed and boosted friends. So it goes.
Speaking of Carnival, I’d like to thank everyone for making Letter From New Orleans: Nix On Nyx our most read post so far this year. Was it the Felix and the Bag Lady featured image?
James Taylor wrote this week’s theme song for 1971’s Mudslide Slim and the Blue Horizon album. It’s my favorite JT LP.
We have four versions of You Can Close Your Eyes for your listening pleasure: the studio original, JT live with Carole King, Linda Ronstadt, and Susanna Hoffs & Matthew Sweet.
Keep your eyes wide open, jumping to the break can be dangerous.
Last week my older son Brian had a corneal transplant. Without it he would have gone blind, which would be a rather inconvenient condition to have given that his chosen profession is photography. You can see some of his work by clicking here.
He lives with a condition called keratoconus which you are welcome to click the link and find out more about, but basically means his corneas never formed properly. It occurs in around one out of every 2,000 people and is the leading cause of corneal transplant.
This was the third attempt to have the transplant, the first two aborted because of, first, a problem with anesthesia and second a problem with the viability of the cornea to be transplanted. With transplants the phrase “good enough” is never good enough. If it’s the least bit hinky the surgeon says no go.
As well she should.
Fortunately the third time was the charm. As he is a single gentleman his mother (Cruella) and I took care of him for the first few days of his recovery. That consisted mostly of keeping lights in the house low or off, making sure he took his anti-rejection medication and providing as much TLC as he would allow us to give. Once assured he was capable of going it on his own we returned him to his own house where he continues to recover.
From this experience I find myself up on the soapbox preaching the good word of organ donation and why you, yes you, should be taking the easy steps to participate in the process.
The weather has been crazy in New Orleans. It’s mostly been cold but heated up for a few days followed by another cold front. The cold front was heralded by wind and rain but the answer, my friend, was not blowing in the wind. I have no idea what that means but I’ve been criticized for a lack of Dylan content.
Carnival season is heating up, but I remain indifferent. The Omicron wave peaked and dropped off here, but I remain leery of crowds. I may pay the odd float visit to friends who are riding in various parades, but I won’t be entertaining or grubbing for throws. Wait until next year.
This week’s equine theme song was written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards for the Rolling Stones 1971 album, Sticky Fingers. You know, the one with the zipper on the original Andy Warhol album cover. I should zip it and move on.
We have four versions of Wild Horses for your listening pleasure: the studio original, the Stones live followed by the Flying Burrito Brothers and Garbage.
It’s time to saddle up like Tex Ritter and jump to the break.
By the time you are reading this, the wife (Cruella) and I will be winging our way homeward, off the Azamara Quest and returning to reality. It’s been a much needed break from that sometimes cruel state. Aboard ship one can, if one so chooses, be totally cut off from the outside world. Internet service is spotty and slow, to say the least. In addition it is, frankly, expensive, so much so that Cruella and I opted to just have one account we shared. Sharing of course means having to let each other know when one or the other of … Continue reading I’m Kicking You Off
Krewe du Vieux marches tonight. I’m sitting this one out. My crowd anxiety is such that I won’t even attend the parade for the first time in twenty years. I’m okay with that. The parade begins this year by my krewe’s watch party, the Spanktuary. It’s going to be a zoo and I’m not in the mood to be one of the animals. Besides, I don’t care to be careless. Be careful out there.
I’m still in the throes of epic insomnia hence the Max Ernst featured image. I hope to be one of the hibernators sometime soon.
This week’s theme song is a traditional blues ballad. That means we don’t we know who wrote it. Sounds careless to me.
We have three versions of Careless Love for your listening pleasure: Dr. John, Nat King Cole, and Helen Merrill.
Now that we’ve pondered careless love, let’s carefully jump to the break.