Thoughts and not so deep as a puddle reflections on Jaywalking’s latest grand piano, I mean piece
“Tariffs” is the most beautiful word in the English language like “the word” “hate” is to Nancy Pelosi, I mean this here diehard forever anti Trumper Village Idiwitt…it depends on the meaning of what the word “is” is…as separation of powers is notional and situational to those that still hold onto white power of an Anti Truth Neo Nationalist Sociopath in the Bada Bing, I mean Oval Office. The Don King Trump megalomania was on full display during his narcissistic Trump rump speech and not one Representative in the chamber had the moral courage to chant “DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER” (call me crazy, but Nicole Renee Good and Alex Pretti still cannot be reached for comment). God help U.S.
In Spanglish, Trumpism went from being a verb to a noun
Respectively Jay, as from Rodney King, to George Floyd, to Travon Martin and every other school shooting that I can rattle off the top of my head, I fing hate how the bleeds it leads media take a local atrocity and turn it into an epidemic…I should like to see the rhesus monkeys who vandalized some Parisian cafe have acid thrown in their faces…as Jews have nothing to fear but fear itself…and about a hundred million true believers in the Hadith that live east of Israel.
I think about W.W.W.F.B.D. , as I still partake in his legacy everyday and this here Roman [comma], Catholic cannot help but be lie eve that Buck is rolling in his grave wanting to make like Bobby Knight to Neil Reed and choke out Rich Lowry for being such a monumental coward and disgrace to the motto “yelling STOP” athwart the most grotesque recent history that is all things the G.O.P. Crasher has done to the formerly “conservative” mission statement. There is a reason I call it the soft political porn site currently known as XXX…need I say more, I mean is that not more fitting
Is it true Nixon looked like an old man for not wearing makeup…and think of the alt history that might have been if he did…because there is a most curious thing about what women’s suffrage resulted in J.F.K. getting a lot of votes because of his good looks
I still remember where I was late one Saturday night, my freshman year…in high school, when, my jaw dropping like Beavis and Butthead watching “Night Flight”, the narrator introducing a music video by remarking these two [sweet] guys where taking over the British charts with [O.M.G.] what am I watching…I will never forget that song, let alone “Choose Life “ on the two wonderbread white guys tee shirts….who would have known only one of them would go on to super star dumb…then become a two pack a day…joint smoker. R.I.P. George Michael
Speaking of women’s right to suffrage, I would nominate “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” as best pop song ever…great guitar jingle…super duper great video…that don’t make em like they used too…what in the world do you wanna do when the day is done…very clever, if you think about how the human race is perpetuated…yet all a teeny bopper wants to do is dance (what was Don Henley thinking…political beats is still great, as much as I loathe your two former colleagues are insufficiently against trump). That is all, gotta run on, how do you spell relief…Thanks for taking my rant. Peace through superior mental firepower
Jay: I grew up in the 50s in an Irish/Catholic home. (Is there any other kind?) Mom was an Irish immigrant. She spent 1938-1945 in London and knew Jewish refugees from the continent. She endured the Blitz like all around her and taught us a revulsion for all things antisemitic and fascist.
When I was in first grade we moved to predominantly Jewish part of town. I attended Passover Seders at my friend's homes and had my first tastes of wine at the many Bar Mitzvahs I attended as my friends "came of age". One cold Winter Friday evening, shortly before sundown, I was hurrying through my paper route to collect my weekly receipts before Shabbat began. Otherwise I would have to wait until Monday. I was bundled up in a heavy military parka when I knocked on a door. My Jewish neighbor was in the shower but his aunt, a "DP"--displaced person who survived the Holocaust, was there. She didn't speak English but came to the door and when she saw me wrapped up in a military coat with my blonde hair and blue eyes she started to scream. A neighbor who lived upstairs came rushing down and saw me. He knew right away what had happened. He said it would be alright, gave me a dollar to pay for the paper and asked if I could come back Monday evening. It was then I met that lovely Jewish lady along with my friend and his father who explained what the woman had endured in the camps. She showed me her numbered tattoo on her left forearm. Then she gave me a hug and kissed both my cheeks. As I left she handed me a warm loaf of Babka wrapped in a towel. I would see her sometimes sitting alone in her yard on warm days with a far off look in her eye. Sometimes I would get up the courage to call out a Hello. Sometimes, I just couldn't intrude. At 78 years old this is as fresh in my mind as when it happened. I've learned a lot in my life but can still cannot understand antisemitism. Thanks for allowing me to share.
The 'equivalent of a Schubert Lied": yipes! Who is this singer or song you mentioned in the same breath as our beloved Schubert? FWIW? Am I showing my age?
Oh, no worries! I was engaging in some hyperbole. Although I *do* think George Michael's "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" is a wonderful pop song. "FWIW" stands for "for what it's worth." All the best ...
We’re going to be in London for a week the end of May, and I got excited when I saw that Angela Hewitt would be giving a recital at Wigmore while we were there. Then deflated to see that the recital was already (in February!) sold out.
You’re right about the Wham! song. I was, to make a considerable understatement, not part of their fan demographic, but even when it first came out, I admitted that is one hell of a catchy, up-beat tune and would unashamedly listen to it on the car radio. (I remain considerably less enthusiastic about the rest of the Wham!-Michael œuvre, but, damn, that’s a pop song.)
Thoughts and not so deep as a puddle reflections on Jaywalking’s latest grand piano, I mean piece
“Tariffs” is the most beautiful word in the English language like “the word” “hate” is to Nancy Pelosi, I mean this here diehard forever anti Trumper Village Idiwitt…it depends on the meaning of what the word “is” is…as separation of powers is notional and situational to those that still hold onto white power of an Anti Truth Neo Nationalist Sociopath in the Bada Bing, I mean Oval Office. The Don King Trump megalomania was on full display during his narcissistic Trump rump speech and not one Representative in the chamber had the moral courage to chant “DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER” (call me crazy, but Nicole Renee Good and Alex Pretti still cannot be reached for comment). God help U.S.
In Spanglish, Trumpism went from being a verb to a noun
Respectively Jay, as from Rodney King, to George Floyd, to Travon Martin and every other school shooting that I can rattle off the top of my head, I fing hate how the bleeds it leads media take a local atrocity and turn it into an epidemic…I should like to see the rhesus monkeys who vandalized some Parisian cafe have acid thrown in their faces…as Jews have nothing to fear but fear itself…and about a hundred million true believers in the Hadith that live east of Israel.
I think about W.W.W.F.B.D. , as I still partake in his legacy everyday and this here Roman [comma], Catholic cannot help but be lie eve that Buck is rolling in his grave wanting to make like Bobby Knight to Neil Reed and choke out Rich Lowry for being such a monumental coward and disgrace to the motto “yelling STOP” athwart the most grotesque recent history that is all things the G.O.P. Crasher has done to the formerly “conservative” mission statement. There is a reason I call it the soft political porn site currently known as XXX…need I say more, I mean is that not more fitting
Is it true Nixon looked like an old man for not wearing makeup…and think of the alt history that might have been if he did…because there is a most curious thing about what women’s suffrage resulted in J.F.K. getting a lot of votes because of his good looks
I still remember where I was late one Saturday night, my freshman year…in high school, when, my jaw dropping like Beavis and Butthead watching “Night Flight”, the narrator introducing a music video by remarking these two [sweet] guys where taking over the British charts with [O.M.G.] what am I watching…I will never forget that song, let alone “Choose Life “ on the two wonderbread white guys tee shirts….who would have known only one of them would go on to super star dumb…then become a two pack a day…joint smoker. R.I.P. George Michael
Speaking of women’s right to suffrage, I would nominate “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” as best pop song ever…great guitar jingle…super duper great video…that don’t make em like they used too…what in the world do you wanna do when the day is done…very clever, if you think about how the human race is perpetuated…yet all a teeny bopper wants to do is dance (what was Don Henley thinking…political beats is still great, as much as I loathe your two former colleagues are insufficiently against trump). That is all, gotta run on, how do you spell relief…Thanks for taking my rant. Peace through superior mental firepower
Oh please, one week when we all need a bit of joy and levity, do a piece on your favorite pop songs!
1. "Congress has been sleepy." Seriously? Were you going for a masterpiece of understatement. We're talking Rip Van Winkle levels of snoozing.
2. In my part of the country, it is common to quote Nick Saban, "Trust the process."
3. I like democracy. I like sausage. But I can only handle watching so much of their making.
A Prayer for the French Republic: “May France enjoy a lasting peace and preserve her glorious rank among the nations.” Amen.
Often said in French synagogues since the 19th Century,
France integrated the Jewish population in 1791.
Jay: I grew up in the 50s in an Irish/Catholic home. (Is there any other kind?) Mom was an Irish immigrant. She spent 1938-1945 in London and knew Jewish refugees from the continent. She endured the Blitz like all around her and taught us a revulsion for all things antisemitic and fascist.
When I was in first grade we moved to predominantly Jewish part of town. I attended Passover Seders at my friend's homes and had my first tastes of wine at the many Bar Mitzvahs I attended as my friends "came of age". One cold Winter Friday evening, shortly before sundown, I was hurrying through my paper route to collect my weekly receipts before Shabbat began. Otherwise I would have to wait until Monday. I was bundled up in a heavy military parka when I knocked on a door. My Jewish neighbor was in the shower but his aunt, a "DP"--displaced person who survived the Holocaust, was there. She didn't speak English but came to the door and when she saw me wrapped up in a military coat with my blonde hair and blue eyes she started to scream. A neighbor who lived upstairs came rushing down and saw me. He knew right away what had happened. He said it would be alright, gave me a dollar to pay for the paper and asked if I could come back Monday evening. It was then I met that lovely Jewish lady along with my friend and his father who explained what the woman had endured in the camps. She showed me her numbered tattoo on her left forearm. Then she gave me a hug and kissed both my cheeks. As I left she handed me a warm loaf of Babka wrapped in a towel. I would see her sometimes sitting alone in her yard on warm days with a far off look in her eye. Sometimes I would get up the courage to call out a Hello. Sometimes, I just couldn't intrude. At 78 years old this is as fresh in my mind as when it happened. I've learned a lot in my life but can still cannot understand antisemitism. Thanks for allowing me to share.
Hugh Donohue
Hugh, this fills one with emotion. Thank you. Thank you very much.
The 'equivalent of a Schubert Lied": yipes! Who is this singer or song you mentioned in the same breath as our beloved Schubert? FWIW? Am I showing my age?
Oh, no worries! I was engaging in some hyperbole. Although I *do* think George Michael's "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" is a wonderful pop song. "FWIW" stands for "for what it's worth." All the best ...
We’re going to be in London for a week the end of May, and I got excited when I saw that Angela Hewitt would be giving a recital at Wigmore while we were there. Then deflated to see that the recital was already (in February!) sold out.
Darn!
Were you able to catch any of the hockey game while in the green room? I hope so. Over here we love Chris Stirewalt too.
You’re right about the Wham! song. I was, to make a considerable understatement, not part of their fan demographic, but even when it first came out, I admitted that is one hell of a catchy, up-beat tune and would unashamedly listen to it on the car radio. (I remain considerably less enthusiastic about the rest of the Wham!-Michael œuvre, but, damn, that’s a pop song.)