Hello friends. Today is supposed to be a day off for your corpulent correspondent, but I’ve been summoned to work. I was anticipating low-stress, and everything’s been jerked in the exact opposite direction. I think I might have experienced a bit of whiplash (AKA antici-lash). I don’t feel so great. In any case, I’m going to share with you some of the crazy and interesting stuff I’ve discovered this week while trolling for filth on the internet. Then I’m gonna suit up and fend for my life. OK? OK.
In a recent update I talked about finding evidence of another family who used to live in our house, and asked you guys if you’ve ever returned to one of your former homes. My friend Tim read that update, then saw this article in the Charleston Gazette, one of our hometown newspapers. Kinda cool, I think. I’m considering writing a series of letters to the current residents of every place I’ve lived, like the woman in the article did, and seeing what happens. I could provide some interesting stories for each, no problem. It could be fun, or a giant bust. What do you think? Would you ever consider doing such a thing?
Below is an odd, and ultimately amazing, video captured by a dash camera in Russia. Aaron Starmer retweeted the link, after I posted it on Twitter, with this description: “The music, the tension, the twist at the end. This is great cinema.” Be sure to check it out, it’s only a minute long.
I saw both of these magazine covers recently, on different websites. I knew the universe was telling me something, so I’ve brought them together — finally after all these decades. I’m sorry, I’m getting a little emotional…
Below is a letter to the editor of a British music magazine — Melody Maker — from 1976. As you can see, it was written by Morrissey, then 17 years old. Wonder if he stands by this opinion? Somehow I doubt it. …Bumptious?
And this a short article from the New York Times, in 1924, talking about how prison had “tamed” Adolph Hitler. He’s “no longer to be feared,” they reported, and is expected to retire to Austria. Unfortunately, the media was about as reliable then as it is now, and ol’ Adolph still had a few surprises up his sleeve.
This is supposed to be a newly-discovered anecdote about the day Bob Dylan showed up at a Replacements recording session. However, I heard it many years ago. That “Like a Rolling Pin” recording is horrible, by the way. I think Westerberg was drunk and burned out when it was recorded, and it’s not pretty.
Finally, here’s a story about a drummer dropping dead onstage, mid-song, and his band playing on. Messed up, man. Although I got a morbid chuckle from the top photo, which shows him slumped over his drum kit, amongst a party-like atmosphere.
And I need to go now. I’ll try to post a real update tomorrow — unless somebody has other plans for me. <sigh>
Have a great day, my friends!