Though we'd need a translator, the woman artist from history I'd most like to have dinner with was less a visual artist than musician: Hildegard von Bingen. She wrote and composed 100s of songs and compositions, was the abbess of the convent, and frequently challenged the conservative leadership in the Vatican.
As for Alexander Adams, here's what we had down in Dallas: It was from some TV show in 1960. I was a white boy in Oak Cliff over there by the Texas Theater where Lee Harvey Oswald was caught. Bo Diddley had a tuxedo on. Those three very beautiful colored girls. Like your sisters. They went to church and made good grades in school and it was funny how you felt protective of them like a brother.
And there was a bass player and a drummer.
When they started playing, they owned everything everywhere. Nobody could do anything about it. They were so inside of what they were doing, they weren't even there, so you weren't there either. You were where they were, which was not there.
Bo Diddley stood back while the colored girls came up and moved around. You should've seen how they moved, how they owned everything without knowing or caring whether they did or not. One was playing rhythm guitar. Natural, calm, unassuming, you never saw anything like that kind of authority. She made you want to get beside her, see if you could talk with her, hear what she might have to say.
Then Bo Diddley, sober, quiet, reserved, BLISTERED everything and everybody with that guitar, utterly sober, utterly blistering. It burned you down to your freedom. Then he started dancing. Not because he meant to; it just went that way. Dancing and shooting rockets from that guitar, blistering all of us white school kids free from the rigor, free from the regimentation..
I'm thinking of that young woman with her guitar, with her freedom and her authority. Like the ocean. That guitar could've been her man or her little baby. Then: https://youtu.be/QGLndTdgwc8 Shiver and learn.
"People in Boston" and their analogs elsewhere are not crazy. If they were, they'd have an excuse, like people who are really crazy, because they couldn't help being that way. What goes by "wokeness" is not insanity but perversion, as in perversity, which is an elegant word for something seriously bad. The worst people I've ever known could be described as being fucked up, but none of them were crazy.
Thanks Franklin! Honored
Though we'd need a translator, the woman artist from history I'd most like to have dinner with was less a visual artist than musician: Hildegard von Bingen. She wrote and composed 100s of songs and compositions, was the abbess of the convent, and frequently challenged the conservative leadership in the Vatican.
As for Alexander Adams, here's what we had down in Dallas: It was from some TV show in 1960. I was a white boy in Oak Cliff over there by the Texas Theater where Lee Harvey Oswald was caught. Bo Diddley had a tuxedo on. Those three very beautiful colored girls. Like your sisters. They went to church and made good grades in school and it was funny how you felt protective of them like a brother.
And there was a bass player and a drummer.
When they started playing, they owned everything everywhere. Nobody could do anything about it. They were so inside of what they were doing, they weren't even there, so you weren't there either. You were where they were, which was not there.
Bo Diddley stood back while the colored girls came up and moved around. You should've seen how they moved, how they owned everything without knowing or caring whether they did or not. One was playing rhythm guitar. Natural, calm, unassuming, you never saw anything like that kind of authority. She made you want to get beside her, see if you could talk with her, hear what she might have to say.
Then Bo Diddley, sober, quiet, reserved, BLISTERED everything and everybody with that guitar, utterly sober, utterly blistering. It burned you down to your freedom. Then he started dancing. Not because he meant to; it just went that way. Dancing and shooting rockets from that guitar, blistering all of us white school kids free from the rigor, free from the regimentation..
I'm thinking of that young woman with her guitar, with her freedom and her authority. Like the ocean. That guitar could've been her man or her little baby. Then: https://youtu.be/QGLndTdgwc8 Shiver and learn.
"People in Boston" and their analogs elsewhere are not crazy. If they were, they'd have an excuse, like people who are really crazy, because they couldn't help being that way. What goes by "wokeness" is not insanity but perversion, as in perversity, which is an elegant word for something seriously bad. The worst people I've ever known could be described as being fucked up, but none of them were crazy.