Joan Baez , via my parents was largely (but not soley, those sneaky quakers and their freaky social conscience) my exposure. And she does a lot of that stuff. Shit, I now need to get the albums I don't have. Like the Tiannamen one. Anyway.
Back in the late sixties when she was still playing coffeehouses and not famous, dad sat with her post-gig and talked in Boston.
Almost a decade ago, I went up to Philly to her concert. It was pretty informal, but I was too shy to go up and say "Hey, you met my dad back in the 60s and I grew up on you." Oh well.
Squeaking in (on the East Coast) to wish Allyson a happy birthday! I hope you spent this evening doing exactly what you wanted.
Being my age and Jamaican is precisely the right demographic for child-of-Marley (and I mean that in the philosophical sense--I'm too old for genetic) status. But he wasn't the only Jamaican protest singer, and it wasn't only Jamaicans.
The most embarassing thing I achieved with protest music was an afternoon of raucous hot and heaviness just before Nelson Mandela was released from prison, with the TV on Much Music and the remote control too far away to be bothered with. It was
years
before "Free Nelson Mandela" didn't make me cross my legs and blush nostalgically.
Christ, some fast food chain just had an ad for cheesy tots involving "morning tongue" which...ewww. Too much sharing.
Happy B-day Allyson.
Yeah the morning tongue thing is just more than I wanted thanks. I actually keep breath stuff on the bedside table.
Cheesy tots are the bomb. Tasteless advertising notwithstanding.
Christ, some fast food chain just had an ad for cheesy tots involving "morning tongue" which...ewww. Too much sharing.
I just saw that! Clever, but still. Like most of that ad agency's work.
It was years before "Free Nelson Mandela" didn't make me cross my legs and blush nostalgically.
The smell of
Chaps
gave me a similar reaction for years. When really? All the smell of
Chaps
should do is make a person gag a little.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLYSON!!!!
Cheesy tots sound freaking amazing.
Okay, I need to give into my meds. Upped them again and I am reeling. Let's try this again, horizontally.
I've got Dylan's Forever Young sung by Baez in my head. I know why. It is a wish unrealized for scrappy's niece
Aw, gee. That's so lovely.
