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It made me sad.

Finding an old name and then the face to go with it.

The couple, married before me, before any of us, straight after college.

You think a couple is a good couple because of so many things, their combined physicality for instance. Their interests. They way they make each other laugh.

They were both tall and thin. I mean, really tall and really thin. Both hipsters, not artists themselves, on the periphery, but always the right choice in music and film and clothing.

Without looking for either of them, I found them both on Facebook.

So many people are still there, in Cleveland, the art scene still alive. If I had stayed in Kent, would I have begun to venture back to the east side? Would my poetry have cropped up again? Would my daughter have wanted to go to art school and really have accepted the acceptance at CIA?

I would not have found Sacred Harp singing, that’s for sure.

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They were at my wedding with a new baby. How little I knew of babies then, but thought I did. Thought I knew so much.

(for the first time, I’ve figured out how to put a video directly from my Photo Booth to my blog without making it public on youtube. how could this have flummoxed me so in the past? does this date mean it’s from October or November? dang dates)

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As some of you may know, Lady Gaga’s meat dress went on display in Cleveland this week. You can read about it here, courtesy of Erin O’ Brien’s fabulous Owner’s Manual for Human Beings.

In honor of the showing of Lady Gaga’s meat dress, and in concurrence with the advent of summer travels the country over, I thought I’d repost something I wrote a couple of years ago, as a “note” on Facebook.

 

Here’s some of what I learned at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last week in Cleveland:

Jimi Hendrix’ drawings were very good.

The Soul Stirrers are an amazing gospel group. Mahalia Jackson must have had them in mind when she asked “Why should the Devil have all the fun?”

Stevie Nicks is popular, more than I had ever imagined, and women who love her will stare and stare at her dresses. I witnessed near-active salivation.

Stevie Nicks cannot fit into any of those dresses ever again, I just know it.

Stevie Nicks is over 60 years old (”…and I’m getting older, too…”)

Maybe Stevie Nicks isn’t as bad as I thought all these years. She’s a pretty good song writer after all.

I don’t really know the definition of a “juke joint,” but here we go:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juke_joint

Jim Morrison was once skinny skinny skinny enough to fit into a teeny tiny jacket that belonged to his gal, Pamela Courson. He was also a cute little Cub Scout.

The now-famous “John Lennon glasses” were standard-issue British National Health glasses and he began wearing them for the film “How I Won the War.”

White folks grab all the glory from Black folks. Except maybe when it comes to gospel. Then they each just have their own way of doing things.

White music that forgets its black roots, whether blues, R and B, or gospel, isn’t really very good (okay, I learned this not at the R and R H of F but on the ride back home to Massachusetts listening to really bad white pop music).

Not only is Steven Tyler a horrible speller, but the lyrics of “Walk This Way” are more raunchy than I ever realized. Really dirty.

Roger Waters made millions and millions of dollars though he had a loathing of the audience and what he was doing. Hypocrite? You decide.

Even though he studies the Alexander Technique and is supposedly well-versed in Tantric sex, Sting’s outfit from Synchronicity is bad. Really, really bad:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbQd3jxth5k&feature=related

No way can Mick Jagger be that small. C’mon, really? I would crush him like a bug.

Listening to Joni Mitchell and Nirvana at the same time is cognitive dissonance.

The Dyson hand dryers in the bathrooms rock out almost as much as Rock n Roll itself.

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