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2 More Shopping Days
Odd. I take the day off and still this post doesn’t see light until way after 5pm. Of course, I spent a great deal of the day out among my fellow Americans. I wouldn’t call what I was doing “last minute shopping” — I’m pretty good at the gift-getting thing — but rather, exploratory erranding.…
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3 More Shopping Days
I’ve been trying to find a story. There’s this story I remember from when I was little. Every year, starting around Thanksgiving, the local FM stations around Chattanooga would start putting various standards into rotation. KZ-106 would go with the “Santa Claus and His Old Lady” bit from Cheech & Chong. You know the one…
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4 More Shopping Days
We’re careening dangerously close to the end of the afternoon and I’ve yet to post today’s track. A bad sign. There is a certain class of song that manages to mention a given holiday without actually being considered a holiday song. Joni Mitchell’s “River” is a perfect example. Though the track begins with a piano-keyed…
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5 More Shopping Days
Hank loved Annie. Some would say that he loved her to the point of distraction. Smart and pretty, with dark eyes and dark hair, Annie was quite a catch in her day, so who could blame the man. But much to Hank’s chagrin, Annie didn’t feel quite the same. Hank never took rejection well. “This…
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6 More Shopping Days
Six days out and the local weatherfolk are already giving us the meteorological thumbs down on a potentially snow-covered holiday in Atlanta and surrounding. This shouldn’t and doesn’t surprise us. We’re used to getting our official winters later. The last big blizzard that everyone remembers happened in March of 1993, if that says anything. What…
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8 More Shopping Days
If you’ve not found the perfect gift to give your estranged uncle’s new mail-order Russian girlfriend, you’d better hurry. You might think that an airplane bottle of Popov tied with a red ribbon is funny, but she will probably disagree. I’m working on a couple of things that might help you. Sometime between now and…
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Profane & Profound
(And really damned funny.) When I was a kid, Richard Pryor’s stand-up was the forbidden fruit of comedy. You might know somebody who had a couple of Cheech & Chong tapes or someone else who’d managed to acquire some Eddie Murphy, but Pryor was a rarity. So uncommon was actual audio that his routines became…
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Three-Peat, Baby
For the third week in a row, the mighty Hispanics — Alyssa, Darcey, Nikki, Rusty, Joseph, B.J. and your humble author (none of which are actually Latino) — descended upon the Mellow Mushroom of lower Buckhead like a horde of very polite and personable locusts, leaving in our wake the shattered dreams of first place…
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Every Woman Every Man
One thing leads to another thing which leads to a post. That’s the way blogs work. Mostly. This afternoon, I read David’s post about shuffled songs that start with the letter “P.” Having some experience with matters involving letters and music, I left a comment about one two of the listed songs: “People Get Ready.”…
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Aim To Misbehave
Typically, movie trailers are made with little or no regard for the movie they’re promoting. The voiceovers are tired. The scenes are all flash. Twists are revealed. And worst of all, the music is almost always inappropriate. I ask you, seriously, do we really need another buddy movie or Disney cartoon introduced to the diddy-bopping…