Over the years, I feel like I’ve worked with a kajillion guys named Apodaca. Whether I was working warehouses here in NM or truckin’ from Cranberry bogs in RI. This brother is the coolest!
One of the great advantages of my life and time was growing up in a couple of places on the southern New England coast. A tough old factory town and, later, a culturally vital small town nearby. Both offered me a lot. Not the least of which was being able to hop in the family car [a 20-year-old Chevy] and be in Harlem, Greenwich Village, anywhere in metro New York City in an hour or so.
So, this young white dude, reading philosophy, writing poetry, hating every factory I worked in…got to hear the real deal in person: Malcom X on a Harlem street corner, bought books and argued dialectics at the Jefferson Bookstore, caught musicians like Monk, Mingus and Miles at Birdland, Half Note and the Five-Spot.
Living double time-and-a-half.
That’s what I get for watching “Vera”…season 3, episode 3, “Young Gods” just before what passes for supper in my nutrition regimen. 🙂
Keep on rockin’ in the free world…
Not an operatic tenor warming up
If you ever spent any time as a performing artist, you know what a kick it is to be in front of an audience that knows what you’re about.
Dogs are always the toughest critics to impress.
Listen up, my sisters and brothers. Lesson 1 in class analysis.