Welcome! How exciting that we can go on this journey together. I tend to write in free form thought, so I'll tend to post on just about anything that strikes my fancy - life in the Midwest for a Cali Gal, culture, politics, history, opinion, entertainment... Basically, life. Grand, ain't it?
Getting Slammed Can Be A Good Thing, Right?
If you haven't heard, it's been raining in Southern California. For a long time. Everyday. Ceaseless and endless. Okay, that last part isn't true, but for a region used to languid, dry, sunny days, these last few days have been alien. It really shouldn't matter, because the rain cleans our gutters and our minds - it's not like we don't need it.
So this weekend, when I should have been out prowling the local Targets for Cam's Halloween costume, I was in the house, nursing his cough, generally relaxing, catching up on the DVR'd shows and watching How to Train Your Dragon (if you haven't seen it; see it). I happened to be channel surfing when I came across something I had seen the previews for and secretly decided to watch, Brave New Voices 2010 on HBO.
I cried for the entire hour. I was so enthralled, enchanted, surprised, wowed and well, ridiculously impressed by the talent of these young people that I vowed right then and then that Cam had better grow up appreciating ART. He had better know genius when he sees or hears or reads it. He had better feel something about this world and his place in it.
Of course, there aren't any clips of the performances from the broadcast itself, but I did find the trailer as well as some clips of earlier in the competition of pieces I liked. Of course, this being the AGE of the INTERNETS, I went online and found at least one review of the show (I don't think most white critics can honestly critique slam - it's like a foreign language to them - the poets are speaking Shange and the critic is still aching for Frost). But for me, there were only two or three pieces that I thought were just good. The rest? Oh, the rest were amazing. They were brilliant. They were bad.
So I am getting old. We all do. And it's true, time seems to fly by. I don't know how it happened, but I'm glad to have the memories. Where I feel age most is music. You know, the day you don't know any of the currently popular tracks, you're old. I fancy myself a pretty good arbiter of good music, so I am ashamed to admit that I missed this genius. Yup, I'm calling it. I'm late. Clarence Greenwood, aka Citizen Cope, has been around for ages. The above with Eric Clapton (Eric Clapton?!) is from 2010! How did I not know about him? I didn't know. My husband didn't know. Most people didn't know. That needs to change. He's good. His music is good. And he's got a fab life partner - Alice Smith.
So, my mission is let as many people as possible know about him. He should be a thing. And so should Alice.
For the record, Roy Moore does not deserve to serve in the U.S. Senate because he is a fool and charlatan who does not respect the Constitution - except for the 2nd Amendment (is that surprising?). He is a disgraced, former jurist.
And he appears to be a serial sexual predator of young women. That first statement should be in the nail in his political office coffin. And the second should be the dirt on that coffin, but it's not. And that's a shame. A clear pattern has been established and verified. For many on the right side of the aisle, the evidence, the statements of the women are not enough. I get the political reasons why Republicans don't want to lose a Senate seat. But at what cost? The cost of their souls. History will not be kind to them on many levels.