One of the greatest Blues guitarists to ever live — and die much too young — was Mike Bloomfield. He was born into a wealthy, North Side Chicago family and grew up a “Good Jewish Boy” — until he hit the age of 14 and discovered the guitar and Southside Chicago Blues.
The strangled mechanism spits
dancing — dangling — from a knotted rope.
I love to gnaw on a good piece of bubble gum. I tend to hold a lot of tension in my jaw, and having something to keep my muscles moving tends to loosen up the chokehold on my grinding teeth.
Continue reading → Three Thousand Sticks of Gum and Other Chewy Facts
I am always surprised when I read about the discovery of the latest talents of those in a medically verified coma.
I’m not surprised the coma artist turns out to be a fake in the end, because they always are — I am surprised how the media are so readily eager to be fooled by charlatans who use the comatose for gain in the fame game. If we can’t have genuine Savants, we’ll invent them instead from a hospital bed!
J. D. Salinger, John Hughes, Greta Garbo, and Thomas Pynchon. Writer, director, actress, and another writer — but what do they have in common? Simply put, they all are, or were, seekers of intensive privacy even though they live(d) public lives. They all sought to create Art and then chose to retreat back into their own private world to enjoy their lives without the intrusion of cameras or interviewers.
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