About the 70s and 80s:
Why is it that all the books on content analysis are either from the late seventies (OK, and the early 80s, too) OR checked out and excessively overdue (indicating that even a recall would be questionable in my actually getting the book)?
About the 90s:
Fighting Gravity, or Boy O Boy for old school fans, came up on my playlist this morning. All of my stuff of theirs is from the early 90s, and while friends and I used to make frequent (sometimes illicit–sorry mom!) trips to Richmond and Virginia Beach to see them play, I’ve been out of touch with what they’re doing for about 10 years. Since I’m sitting in the office feeling sorry for myself because I feel like crap (see 100s), I allowed myself a quick google-around to see what they’re up to. I’m disappointed to say that the horn players are gone, and from what I gather listening to snippets here and there, the signature ska that I spent many a night skanking mightily to has been replaced by something more Dave Matthews-esque. Not that I don’t love Dave, as I snuck out many a night (sorry again, mom!) and into many clubs to see him play around Hampton Roads before they became superstars. (I have this great memory of getting backstage at a show they played at Town Point Park in Norfolk and watching them from about 10 feet away. Beauford’s enormous kit would travel forward several feet during each song, and in between some roadies would scurry out onto the stage and shove the whole thing back. During the longer pieces Beauford himself would have to grab hold of the snare, or the bass, or the high hat stand, or whatever, and pull it back toward him. And he managed to continue drumming *while* rearranging the kit, not ever missing a proverbial beat. He was/is amazing.) Oh, what was I saying? Yeah, too bad FG ain’t ska no mo.
About the 100s:
I joked my students a few weeks ago that *I* don’t get sick. Apparently the joke is on me. Today my head is so full of snot that the gingerest of footsteps (my own) send the bones in my face reeling in pain. And I have the shivers and sweats of someone working a decent fever; I’m sure if I took my temp it would top 100.