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wow..i never saw that..look at her cute bob!!! thanks Sheil-babe!…miss u like crazy!
I miss you too.
Let’s talk soon. Much to tell!!!
And his crinkly smiley face just kills me.
Back in High School . . . all them years ago . . . every year we had to vote on nominations for a Class Song. It was always the same junk; some vaguely uplifting Top 40 sludge (this was the early 1980s, so you can imagine how bad the choices were). The nominations were usually generated by student leaders (Class Presidents and the like), but for my Senior year, they opened up the nominations to rank and file students (Democracy in Action . . . with acne). Well, I decided that, for this 95% Caucasian student body there was one song, one recording that should be, had to be, the song to represent us . . . and I was proud to place in nomination (with my name next to it and everything) Nina Simone’s ‘Young, Gifted and Black’.
More than ever, my fellow scholars looked at me like I was a left-bent visitor from the planet Mercury (though one or two got what I was doing . . . thankfully).
By the way . . .
James Baldwin rocks!
(just thought I’d throw that in there)
tom..i just read Another Country….loved it sooo much and i must hear Nina singing Feelin’ Good at least once a week..or i am a lost soul!!!
I’ve been listening to Nina Simone since at least my teenage years, and I still go through periods where I play her recordings constantly; as though I can’t get enough of that voice, that presence (which I can’t on those occasions). ‘Little Girl Blue’, ‘Mississippi Goddam’, ‘Mood Indigo’, ‘Baltimore’, ‘Four Women’, ‘Pirate Jenny’; could this woman make a less-than compelling record?
I’m not as much an admirer of Baldwin’s fiction as I am his essays (I think he was the greatest essayist of the last century), but ‘Another Country’ is his best novel, and the only one that has the force of his non-fiction (though ‘Go Tell It on the Mountain’ comes close).
God only knows what he would make of human affairs, post-9/11.