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Definitely bought this in 1992 to support peace in L.A.
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A Dan Clowes OK Soda machine in the background of Waiting For Guffman!
I’m not usually one to share my dreams on the Internet, but this one was especially memorable, and maybe shows what happens to your mind when you work at a radio station.
In my dream, I’d summoned friends and family to a basement rec room—I’m not sure whose, I didn’t recognize it—where I would perform a concert of songs by…who? The audience had gathered, but I’d forgotten whose songs I was supposed to be singing: Richard Thompson’s, or Matthew Friedberger’s.
I was bantering with the crowd to kill time when I noticed a middle-aged black man in the back row and thought, that’s him! I was still trying to remember who “him” was, but this guy seemed closer to Richard Thompson, so I announced that I was honored to have the subject of my tribute concert in the house, and introduced this guy as “Richard Thompson.” He didn’t correct me.
It was time for a song, so I just made something up, in part because I was still paralyzed with uncertainty as to whether I was supposed to be singing a Richard Thompson song or something by Fiery Furnaces. “Richard” gamely tried to sing along, then I told everyone to hold on for a minute while I made a call.
I ran upstairs to call my sister Jenny, because I’d just remembered that I was supposed to hang out with her and her family—though maybe I was confusing her with Eleanor Friedberger. I apologized for scheduling a concert that afternoon and said I’d be a half-hour late, but Jenny said that her youngest son Will would have to take a nap soon so I’d better hurry.
I ran back down to the rec room to find “Richard” on guitar, entertaining the audience. I interrupted him to announce that I was sorry, but the concert was over. Everyone started to file out, but I thought I’d better sing one final number, so I jumped on a table and started to bellow “Wall of Death,” which I knew was a Richard Thompson song and which I knew most of the words to. (For one verse, I just sang, “food, food, I think this is a verse about food…”)
By the end, only a few people were left, though they seemed to be into it, laughing and clapping. I’d realized that it was all a dream, and I quickly woke up.
'In handling a musket in battle,' a comrade recalled, '[Civil War Union soldier Albert D.J. Cashire] was the equal of any in the company.' Cashire also 'seemed specially adept at those tasks so despised by the infantrymen,' such as sewing and washing clothes. Cashire fought in forty skirmishes and battles and became active in veterans' affairs, marching in parades for decades after the War.
Then, in 1911, while working as a handyman in Illinois, Cashire was hit by an automobile and taken to the hospital with a leg broken close to the hip. The doctor who examined Cashire discovered what the Illinois veteran had so long concealed; Cashire was a woman, an Irish immigrant née Jennie Hodgers. Hodgers was eventually sent to an insane asylum and forced to wear women’s clothing until her death in 1915."
Tony Horwitz, Confederates in the Attic
Classical MPR contributor Garrett Tiedemann has interviewed the composers of music for Breaking Bad, Gravity, and Hannibal; his next interview is with Michael Price and David Arnold, music composers for the BBC’s Sherlock.
Garrett will have some questions of his own, but we’d also like to include some questions from our audience. What do you want to know about the music for this international hit show? Answer here with your questions for Price and Arnold, or e-mail them to firstname.lastname@example.org.
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