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The Women I've Loved

Posted by Job O Brother, March 23, 2012 03:07pm | Post a Comment
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In honor of March being Women's History Month, I've created the following list of female musicians (with a smattering of bands consisting of, or fronted by, women) who have rocked me, rolled me, and everything in-between. Presented from A to Z, I hope you'll waste your employer's time and/or ignore your children's needs long enough to peruse this list and find some swell new chanteuse to make your knees sway...


Laurie Anderson


Ruth Brown


Wendy Carlos


Karen Dalton


Missy Elliott


Fanny


Bobbie Gentry


Nina Hagen


R.I.P. Robert B. Sherman

Posted by Job O Brother, March 6, 2012 12:21pm | Post a Comment


Robert B. Sherman
December 19, 1925 – March 5, 2012


Robert B. Sherman
Robert B. Sherman, Richard M. Sherman and Walt Disney


 
Robert Sherman, half of the sibling songwriting team known as The Sherman Brothers, passed away in his London, England home, yesterday, at age 86.

His credits read like a beautiful memory encompassing an entire childhood. In addition to his film work, he and his brother wrote many of the famous songs played at Disneyland, including the (some say) most-played song of all time, "It's a Small World".

It's entirely appropriate to feel bummed out about this.









(In which we celebrate Leap Day.)

Posted by Job O Brother, February 29, 2012 05:56pm | Post a Comment


leap year postcard

It’s February 29. I’m sure you’re all busy celebrating with the traditional construction of tepee’s made from soft caramel (which takes soooooo long to make, am I right guys?) and the sacrifice of your neighbors’ used cotton swabs to our lesser-known deity, Jeff Christ, little brother of the Lord. Even so, I would be remiss not to say something about this most sacred of days.

First, let’s say happy birthday in our prettiest voices to those born on leap-days…

Gioachino Rossini



Saul Williams



Black [gay] History Month, 2012

Posted by Job O Brother, January 29, 2012 04:30pm | Post a Comment
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Ethel Merman’s voice makes my stomach acids sour and the very idea of shopping for clothes gives me a panic attack; despite these and other suspicious facts, I am a member of the LGBT community. For this reason, the issue of equal rights is ever-present in my mind.

There’s been a lot written and said about comparing the history of intolerance between racial minorities and the gay community, most especially in late 2008 when Prop. 8 was passed in the state of California amidst reports that large numbers of black people, urged by their church heads, voted to end the briefly instituted marriage equality of the state.

There were, of course, many exceptions to this and I don’t mean to angle this as a blacks-versus-gays situation – it's far more complicated than anything I'll do justice to here – but it did shine a light on an issue that often ruffles feathers. Knowing my place here on the Amoeblog as “light entertainment,” I will eschew any prolonged essays on the matter (for great, long-winded crap like that you should check out Charles Reece’s blog), but I will say that equal rights for all people is not only a victimless proposition, it’s one that benefits all people. Whether you think it’s appropriate to compare the struggle for gay equality with those of racial minorities, the fact is that everyone should have the same basic, human rights.

It would be one thing if a child was struck with bone marrow cancer every time two lesbians kissed, but kids, that’s just not the way it is and the sooner we let the gays get married, the sooner they can set up homes that will raise the property value of your block.

(In which we return from where our roots are rooted.)

Posted by Job O Brother, January 3, 2012 11:59am | Post a Comment

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Home is where the hearth is. Downtown Nevada City, California.


The boyfriend and I have recently returned from frolicsome fun in my hometown of Nevada City, California. This year my most shiny of celebrations was neither Christmas nor New Years, but my sister Jacquie’s 50th birthday (for which I provided the cake, subsequently learning that Christmas day is a lousy time to buy baked goods).

Some highlights of the trip were…

Teaching my mother how to prepare absinthe. Who doesn’t love this quintessential Christmas pastime*? Equipped with a curvaceous reservoir glass and ornate, slotted spoon I enthusiastically gave a demonstration on how to prepare absinthe in both the traditional French method and the more dramatic (and efficient) Bohemian method. Both methods were merely informative, not practical, as my Mammy and me prefer our green fairy sans sucre.

absinthe poster
My Mom, enjoying her beverage
(artist's depiction)

Armed with our booze and one clove cigarette each, we sat in her English garden and contentedly sinned with some of Satan’s most pleasingly perfumed indulgences. Once we felt sweetly weak-in-the-knees it was time to make some pie. (Drinking and driving is a bad idea, but drinking and pie making is a sign of advanced evolution in a species. Word.)

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