The 20 or so young protesters who had come to support Nathan were, I discovered, a posse from the Oakland Beach/Warwick Neck area — all friends who hung out at a tattoo parlor owned by one of their number.
I am sure that there are other facets to the story but it was time for me to go. As I was wrapping up my interview with Nathan and his Oakland Beach homeboys, Chris, Brian, and Sid, an automobile rear-ended another car in front of the demonstration and, simultaneously, the Channel 12 news truck materialized. It seemed like a good time to talk about the Young Adults.
I see where America's Most Wanted has been cancelled after 23 years. This could open the door a crack for a TV show that I've been proposing for years: America's Least Wanted. And, yes, I don't have to tell you who the host of that show would be. If you can't create a phony-baloney job for yourself, what good is living?
• On Monday afternoon, my former writing partner Phillipe (Chip Young) shot me an email of a "breaking news" headline: Donald Trump passes on presidential run. Who will now inherit the comb-over vote? Phillipe also tacked on this Trump joke: "How do you get a hairdo like Trump's? Tell the stylist right before he starts cutting, 'Did I mention I fucked your daughter?' "
I wonder if the people who talked Trump out of running might have been the same crew that, back in 1968, had to get Salty Brine to back off when he announced that he was seriously considering a run for the late US Representative John E. Fogarty's seat. Or, perhaps he was talked down by potentially embarrassed stylists José Eber (and the rotting corpse of) Jay Sebring.
• Things to Do, Music Division: For old school types of varying stripes, there are a couple of prime events coming up. First, Patrick's Pub on Smith Street is hosting its famous Bob Dylan Night on May 21 at 6 pm, days before the singer's 70th birthday. Jim McGetrick and company always keep this fun and lively. And the Cavalcade of Bands at Rhodes-on-the-Pawtuxet on May 24 at 5:30 pm is perfect for aficionados of swing, jazz, and the big band sound. I hear that there is a woman whose first name begins with a "P" scheduled to perform, but I am not allowed to elaborate because I have reached my quota.
• Things to Do In a Midtown Hotel: You really don't have to (allegedly) sexually assault the maid. The last time I was in a midtown Manhattan hotel (I was in town to tape a voice-over for a PBS documentary), I watched a documentary on the history of mass transit on the local PBS station and then went to sleep. Not too exciting, but a whole lot safer.
• And speaking of powerful men who feel that they are entitled to betray those closest to them and engage in despicable behavior, what's the deal with Ahhh-nold Schwarzenegger?
RIP . . .
. . . Cornell Dupree, king of the "bawling Memphis guitar," as King Curtis put it on the intro to "Memphis Soul Stew," the leadoff track to the fantastic King Curtis & the Kingpins' Live At Fillmore West record album. One of the all-time greats, Dupree created perfect guitar licks for some of the best soul, funk, pop, and jazz (Miles Davis's Get Up With It) records ever made. His exquisite taste has never been duplicated.
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