Spitball Army

Tom Clay, a populist Ken Nordine, created a montage of audio clips from prominent news events of the ’60s and released it to radio in 1971. I must have heard it dozens of times on my little transistor radio when I was a kid. I was reminded of it, and of its spirit, as I awoke to the news of the passing of Teddy Kennedy this morning.

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I remember bringing the first B-52’s album home the summer after my first college year and playing it really loud, and driving my poor Mom crazy with it. Was that our generation’s “scream-o?”

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I’d heard brief mentions about this band from acquaintances over the last month, but never anything describing them or their music beyond the fact that they hail from Wasilla, Alaska. Yes, that Wasilla.

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The two buttons above were created to help promote a couple of stage productions put on by Harvard theatrical groups while I was an undergrad, between 1978 and 1982.

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Here are more found things from one corner of one room of my little house. This little batch, like the last two posted, are buttons, proclaiming support for certain “causes.”

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Jim James’ Tribute To (CD);
Harvard Beats Yale 29-29 (DVD);
California Pizza Kitchen’s Garlic Chicken pizza (food)

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I missed most of opening act Ron Sexsmith’s set because I foolishly went to eat a Japanese dinner with several music business folks. After getting no service, I excused myself and headed downtown; otherwise, I would have missed Ron’s set completely.

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I accompanied a writer from one of our local papers to this concert. It was, by every performance measure, a really good show, and was one of the tours when it seemed that Elton had realized that there were more people who wanted to hear his moldy oldies and album cuts than wanted to hear dreck like “The One” and “Something About the Way You Look Tonight.”

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…and then there were these stubs, found in various piles about the house, from an odd assortment of musical events that I attended before the turn of the century.

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