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the torch-ginger

The Great Funk RoadTrip of 2007

Jackson people -

Get ready for Tha Funk! This Saturday, July 7, a group of Oxford ladies will be driving down to Jackson to hear a band called SkyHi based out of Murfreesboro, TN. They'll be playing at 9PM George Street Grocery (located at 416 George St.). We can do dinner beforehand as long as we go early enough (i.e. 6PM or earlier) to make sure we don't miss a single guitar lick (frolicswllamas is doing her usual spastic, obsessive, fangirl crush thing).

I post this here for two reasons:

1) To invite you all to join us! I would love to have any excuse to see many of you, my physically distant but greatly-missed friends in the Jackson area. I would love to introduce some of the newer faces to some of the nostalgic ones.

2) We may need a place to stay Saturday night. This is a wholly secondary issue. I would rather hang out and see people stress-free and pay for a hotel room. Tentatively, we have anywhere between three and seven women going (all with very nice breasts, but most, sadly in secure relationships): me, frolicswllamas, coilla, Brooke, Liz, Kirina, and Selva. We may get hotel rooms; we may straggle out among several crash pads.


Note: The third-party company that I used to withdraw my poker winnings is dragging its interest-earning, dream-stomping feet. They still haven't transfered me my money and it's nearly too late to go to the WSOP. So in all likelihood, I won't be going.

Luckily, I have other things I could easily spend the money on, like bills, but it still is a major disappointment. zordac has so much faith in me and my ability to last long enough to win some money. He wanted me to go anyway and just let the money come in after the fact. But I can't let myself do that. It doesn't make sense when I am certain I will have a chance to go next year.

Woe.

But we still have funk! And then I'm going to Nashville for Harry Potter with Brooke and Will the following weekend.
the torch-ginger

JoJo, Kenny Brown, and a Limerick!

I realize I never posted a picture of our new cat JoJo who joined us back in November. We got her from zordac's mother who found her on her doorstep after her lumpectemy.

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I now tell people that I have 2 and 1/2 cats. I have one cat that is as big as two cats and I have a kitten that's just 1/2 cat. It hasn't gotten old yet, at least not to me.

I'm ready to shake this cold, and go see Kenny Brown at Two Stick tonight.

Life is nice. Here, have a limerick:

There once was a woman near 30.
Whose past was soot black and dirty.
A chisel and paint
removed all the taint
Spick and span was never so flirty.


Made it up jus' now. Was trying to come up with something for my profile, but it didn't fit.

What'd you think? Is it mustard?
the torch-ginger

Tragic

I've owned Otis Redding's greatest hits for well over 15 years.

I just now learned that he died at the age of 26.

His body of work is no less enjoyable now, but I'd always thought that his greatest hits were culled from a lengthy lifetime of production. But knowing that we could have had forty extra years or more of his voice is pretty heartbreaking.

Others on my playlist today:

Bill Withers
Al Green
Johnnie Taylor
Nina Simone
The Temptations (Papa was a Rolling Stone, particularly)
as well as a number of other Stax and Malaco Records artists.

Jimmy did the Malaco Records website several years ago. I don't know how common the knowledge is, but the historic studio has actually been broken down and sold in parts in an auction. It was still a working studio after decades of soul.

And that's another tragedy.
Ooooh I can feel it

The Vienna Boys Choir Syndrome

What is the music-consuming public's obsession with young boys singing about love?

Take Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five, or from my generation, ABC (Another Bad Creation) or Kris Kross (they had dance songs, too, but they had their own collection of pop "Girl, I love you" songs).

Not only are their almost-whiny voices more obnoxious than enjoyable, but they don't have the depth or emotion about the subject matter that a mature, sultry voice can carry.

Sure, those kids may fathom puppy love and infatuation or perhaps even sexual longing, but I can't connect with it. Sure, they're kinda cute singing about their sweetheart on the monkey bars, but their songs don't invoke in me the feelings I experienced as an eight-year old dreaming about marrying the "older man" in the 5th grade.

But I even find their non-love songs annoying.

So it must be a completely managerial decision to construct such a music group and impose them on our radios.

Give me Al Green or Marvin Gaye any day.