Just saw Stop Making Sense for the first time at LAs New Beverly Cinema, and the audience applauded after every song in that rockin concert film! Ill admit, I did, too. Hell, I was high on Raisinettes & butter-flavored popcorn, higher still on David Byrnes herky jerky movements and his honey, crazy voice and his fabulous smart funny lyrics and the funk-flavored tightness of each and every song and Tina Weymouth and Bernie Worrell and the rest of those brilliant musicians and beautiful black backup singers. Wow! On a sad note, our little goldfish Goldie, who survived my childs freshman science experiment (two years ago!) and all of our awkward attempts to keep it alive and well, DIED tonight. Bottom of the tank (I just cleaned it today- could that have contributed?). I was going to just throw away the carcass, but something told me, call it a Higher Voice, to fish it out of the trash and wash it off, wrap it in a winding sheet of paper towel, place it in the freezer and inter it tomorrow in the pet cemetery alongside the driveway with its own little headstone. RIP, Goldie.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 05:28:29 +0000
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