May 24, 2010
Tom Waits – Lord I’ve Been Changed
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- Sheila Ryan: Nice selection from Robin Gibb’s heyday as lead singer from Bill Crandall in Rolling Stone.
- Casey Cichowicz: And health, wealth, and happiness to those that eat them.
- Sheila Ryan: Eggs.
- Erica: Perhaps we can pick up John Waters.
- Josh Weichhand: Ugh… Yes, to all of the above. Miss you guys. Miss the time I was able to spend here. I miss...
- Sheila Ryan: In the back of my Honda Element, the moveable roadside attraction.
- Sheila Ryan: You are very good. Pray continue in this vein.
- Cooper: You are both very kind. Thank you.
- Erica Braverman: Where’s the world’s largest fork and stack of bacon?
- Casey Cichowicz: Also, I think the new Here We Go Magic album is quite good.
- Sheila Ryan: Also, it is a wonderful story, and I really want to believe it was not a contrived stunt. Damn. I want...
- Joel Bernstein: It was mostly for you.
- Sheila Ryan: Well, you just know I love that, Joel.
- Michael Grant Smith: Cooper’s entire collection of short-short stories in JMWW is a lesson of how to write...
- Sheila Ryan: It’s all in the attitude you take toward non-anecdotes — such as my not having seen the...
Phil, I love this so much. Thank you for making and posting.
That tornado is one of my first memories. I was three years old, and it came roaring through Dallas around where Deron and Amy live — so maybe five miles or whatever from my family’s Dutton Drive house. My mother climbed up on a neighbor’s roof to look at it!
wait, I think there’s pictures of that twister in Norma’s cafe just down the street from us.
Phil, this is just amazing–the imagery and the music. I cannot tell you how much I love Tom Waits.
This tornado is before my time (I was born in 1958), but I have a very clear memory of a tornado that came through Dallas in May, 1979. I was writing a paper on the post-WWII existentialist views of hipsters, formed by an understanding that life could end at any moment in a nuclear age. I was engrossed in my writing and looked up and realized that the sky was green and the trees were blowing horizontal.
Durn: I saw them pitchers when you and me and Amy went to Norma’s that evening a while back. When they served you that fish that wadn’t quite, you know, done.
Aw, Cindy. That green sky. Once you see it, you never forget it.
“Wake me up in the midnight hour.”
Kinda stuns me, this video does.
Or — as kids used to say back in Tex-ass way back in the wayback days . . .
Kindly stuns me.
1957 tornado memory from one of my long-time friends, also born-and-raised in Dallas: “I was the only one who ran back to my room and hid in the closet. We could see it from our front porch. Mom picked me up from Mrs. Blevins, who kept me while mom worked.”
More sense than my mom!