November 24, 1963: Take Two, Times Two
Sean MurphyON THIS DAY: On Nov. 24, 1963, Jack Ruby shot and mortally wounded Lee Harvey Oswald, the accused assassin of President Kennedy. You think that is irreverent? Here's Hicks:
A Dose Of Dennis Miller With An Ian Curtis Chaser
I saw something the other night that really depressed me. It concerns a genius who, for a variety of reasons, could not maintain control. His implosion can be attributed to many of the usual ailments:…
The Coolest Man In The World Cheers on The Greatest College
(Props to Derek Eads for the genius above.) What can you say about this? (Huge h/t to Dan Steinberg and his D.C. Sports Bog for bringing this magical moment to…
You Don’t Need To Be A Fan of Star Wars or Christmas (or Christ) To Appreciate This
'Tis the season. Which is to say, the time of year for finding excellent, non-traditional renditions of overly familiar "traditional" holiday music.
The Big C Claims A Cop And A Coach
You have to hand it to Cancer. It does not discriminate: all it requires is a living body to inhabit and attack. That's it. Certainly, if you are impoverished or…
The Internet Wins…Again (Starring Arnold Schwarzenegger)
If you have lived your entire life and not enjoyed one of the many Schwarzenegger soundboards, here is your chance (2002 says hello). Now, another testament to that team of…
What’s It All About, Then? Part Three: Jazz, Featuring Five Of My Favorite Things
Just before my birthday, on the subject of Eric Dolphy (who I'm happy to call attention to anytime the opportunity presents itself), I had the following to say about what the…
Five From Sonny Boy Williamson
Sonny Boy. Another harp player, arguably the greatest of them all (some would vote for Little Walter, but not many people would argue that anyone else belongs in the same…
Five From Junior Wells
Junior. They didn't break the mold when they made him; he broke it himself. This was an era when being street-smart actually involved streets and a type of smarts that…
I Talk To The Wind
Sunday came, and without slowing down to let anyone notice, it went. Sundays have a way of doing that. On the dissolving horizon the sky looks good enough to eat:…