In the early morning aftermath of two tragic military assassinations in Quebec and Ottawa, Ontario this week America tuned in and saw a different kind of Canada.
There is a lot going on right now and I really can’t wrap my mind around columns about X, Y and Z. These are some tough letters to cover and I have already been over them a couple of times in the past therefore they are about to be passed over. No offence.
Frank Gutch Jr: From Goodnight Moon To Goodnight Songs and Beyond: Famed Children’s Author Still Alive In Prose and Song, or Are You Glad To See Me Or Is That a Grammy In Your Pocket?; Jeff Ellis: A Day Late and a Dollar Short … Plus Notes, as few as they arePosted in Opinion with tags Amy Gary, Burl Ives, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Emily Gary, Filligar, Frank Gutch Jr., Goodnight Moon, Happening '68, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Jeff Ellis, Learning How to Live, Margaret Wise Brown, Maxi Dunn, music, paul revere, Records, segarini, Tom Proutt on October 21, 2014 by segarini
Goodnight stars; Goodnight air; Goodnight noises everywhere.
So Margaret Wise Brown ended her classic childrens book Goodnight Moon, a bedtime book for the ages. Until I received a message from Charlottesville musician, Keith Morris, he of The Crooked Numbers, I had never heard the name nor knew of the book, to my knowledge. How I missed it I don’t know because not one person of the multitude I asked later was ignorant of its existence, though few recognized the name.
No, I’m not running for Mayor…too much history of missteps, tom foolery, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I would make the Fords look like Dominican Monks. However, I am hoping that someday we will get a Mayor who loves this city as much as you and I do.
There once was a band called The Extras. They were an amalgam of players that used to back up the late, great BB Gabor. When they went off on their own they released a debut album called ‘Bit Parts’ and had themselves an FM radio hit with a novelty tune called “Circular Impression”.
In the immortal words of E. Ernie Earnshaw (The Man Who Flew a Tree to Chicago and Left His Suitcase in the Trunk) “Fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck-fuck”.
My column is not finished on time. Again.
Even with the best of intentions and scads of hunched-over-the-keyboard typing frenzies, I have failed to deliver. I will be posting it over the weekend between Jaimie’s and Roxanne’s, who are always on time and make me look even worse than I am, and I promise you a crackerjack read. In the meantime, look at this picture of the NRA’s latest Mascot, Billy, The Open Carry Goat…whose name, oddly, is Ryan.
Ryan “AT-AT” Dosowich
Thank you. Drive safely….