Friday, 3/26/10

by musicclipoftheday

Last night, drifting off to sleep, I heard (or dreamed) a commercial for a new  cable TV channel:

The Jackie Wilson Channel

All Jackie, All the Time

Jackie Wilson, “Baby, Work Out” (AKA “Baby Workout”), live (TV broadcast), 1963

Want more? Here. Here.

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I threw a party, wore a very sharp suit. My wife had out all sorts of hors d’oeuvres, some ordered from long off—little briny peppery seafoods you wouldn’t have thought of as something to eat. We waited for the guests. Some of the food went bad. Hardly anybody came. It was the night of the lunar eclipse, I think. Underwood, the pianist, showed up and maybe twelve other people. Three I never invited were there. We’d planned on sixty-five.

I guess this was the signal we weren’t liked anymore in town.

—Barry Hannah (April 23, 1942-March 1, 2010), “Our Secret Home,” in Airships (1978)

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Thanks for linking—very much appreciated!

—Tim

(Tim Lawrence, author of Hold On To Your Dreams: Arthur Russell and the Downtown Music Scene, 1973-92 [2009], in response to Tuesday’s post )