in those days,
when we had nothing to lose,
when a shoestring would have
busted our budget,
you wouldn’t have been mawkish
if we’d lived in a belfry;
you wouldn’t have been angry
if it was ringing with bats.
you’d have loved it, and loved
life and loved me while doing it.
but these days,
when we have everything,
if it’s not designed by a consortium
of the better known architects
we don’t even look,
don’t even disturb our coiffeured
minds for a moment
unless it has the imprimatur
that others love it
and is, therefore, worth loving.
A chicken, sausage, pepper, and potato bake. Thanks once again to Chef John!
According to the calculations of Archbishop Usher of Armargh, today is the earth’s birthday. His calculations led him to believe that God created the world on October 23rd, 4004 BC.
Now, there are those who say his math is wrong, but let’s not quibble on our birthday!
It is with a great sense of loss that I heard this morning of the death of Phil Chess on Wednesday. With his brother Leonard, he created Chess Records which brought “race” music to a wider audience, helped give birth to rock ‘n’ roll, and in turn inspired a whole generation of British artists such as the Rolling Stones and Eric Clapton.
Chess records — which gave us Etta James, Sonny Boy Williamson, Muddy Waters, Bo Diddley, Buddy Guy, Chuck Berry, and so many more — made Chicago the world capital of the blues. Their popularisation of black music helped spawn the white variant that eventually came to be rock ‘n’ roll.
Phil Chess was 96 years old.