Pat Blythe – Women of Blues Revisited – Part III

Thoughts and ramblings…..

Let me just wander/wonder for a moment. It’s a simply gorgeous day today (Wednesday) and there are way, way too many diatribes written about “he who shall not be shamed”, south of the 49th parallel. Noodling around in amongst what neurons are actually firing is this thought…… What if we all just simply stopped reporting on his every move, his every tweet, his every fart (cause that’s what comes out of his mouth….gas) What if it ALL just completely halted….any mention of his name or his family’s. No Tweets or tweet responses, no Facebook or Facebook sharing, no comedy shows, no “fun” news (i.e. John Oliver), nadda, zip, bupkis….. NOTHING! A complete blackout for say……48 hours. What would we talk about? What exactly are we missing in other news and stories? My curiosity has got the better of me…. what would “he” do. No attention paid, nothing to rail against, no media outlet to harangue, no “fake news” to protest….. I wonder…….and my neurons wander……

Roxanne Tellier – It Is To Laugh!

In a Salon.com article this week, Steve Almond accused Comedy Central of having “squandered Jon Stewart’s legacy” by appointing South African comedian Trevor Noah as host, over the then-incumbent Samantha Bee.

Pat Blythe: Women of Blues 3 – Bessie Smith – The Empress of The Blues

“The blues is not about people knowing you, it’s about you knowing the people.” –– Ma Rainey, (from the HBO movie Bessie)

Darrell Vickers: How I Went from a Suite at the Four Seasons to a Shitty, Bug Infested Apartment on Avenue Road in Three Easy Steps.

Andrew and I had died on gone to showbiz heaven. We’d somehow been hired to come in and help George Carlin put together a pilot he was writing and starring in for HBO. This was about as likely as John McCain quitting the Senate to teach Anger Management seminars.

Segarini: Robin Williams

Robin Williams 1951 – 2014

THIS is the Robin Williams I remember. THIS is the Robin Williams I will miss. Not the actor, not the slapstick movies or the maudlin heart tuggers, or the serious dramatic turns. THIS is the Robin Williams who went from a street mime in SF to an explosion of wit, terror, truth, and freedom. A man with no brakes, no barriers, and no rules. Back when HBO was a joke, a shitty little tiny cable company, an upstart, Robin Williams was an upstart too…and fueled with the desire to be loved, to entertain, and in possession of a cocaine driven brain of epic ability…to think ahead while still saying what had popped into his head just moments ago. A train off the tracks, a comedy delivery that made the jokes as deadly as shrapnel. THIS is the Robin Williams I lost. Fuck.

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