Dear Dr. Tucker,
In our last session, you suggested that I blog in order to get in touch with my feelings about the dead horse I saw in the dumpster here in Bat Ayin yesterday. And then you subsequently, with a chilling nonchalance, dropped the bomb-- James Brown was dead. And suddenly, that little dead horse in the dumpster, whose momma kicked at it and wouldn't let it suckle at her breast, that little sweet brown horse- let's just say it's of a different color now.
For was it not the Godfather of Soul at whose Breast of Funk I myself suckled when my spirit flagged? First at the Trump Casino in Atlantic City (1994), and then at Mariners' Hall in San Francisco (1999)? Was it not the glory of his glistening mane that inspired my ill-fated gelled coiffs in the days of my wild youth? Was it not James Brown himself who, when kicked by a mother of a society that just couldn't hold his light, couldn't offer him the sweet nurturing he needed, jumped up, shouted "Hey!" and let us know that "This is a Man's World?" (so to speak)
That dead little horse in the dumpster is now my only link, out here on this hill, thousands of miles from the birthplace of Soul, with a man whose refusal to stay down, refusal to be peacefully led off the stage of life taught me that, no matter how hard it gets, no matter how cracked up you might feel, you always got a brand new bag in which to reach, to pull out some vessel filled with that sweet nectar of life.
You know about bags, Dr. Tucker, and their power. Have a donut for me. On me. And join me in remembering one of our legends.
You ask how I feel?
I feel good.... I knew that I would. Hey! Ow!
6 comments:
i think there's a little dead horse inside of each of us..
actually, i wonder what were the chances of 'dead horse' and 'godfather' being mentioned in the same post yet have nothing to do w/ a particular movie.
yishar koach, yitz. for, although i did make some sort of The Godfather comment when first reporting the dead horse, I didn't even notice the linkage here. Glad you're part of the Family.
We were talking about your wedding antics last night when we sat around the fire with David and Jacqui.
How's your head?
i had 3 today on the way to amish land.
Chanukah's over, sister. Time to go back to the baked goods-- cookies, brownies, fruit pies... The amish make a good rhubarb pie, I've heard.
"...Time to go back to the baked goods ..."
What? so what was.."Have a donut for me..."
I had one for you, one for me, and one for posterity...alright, alright, i'll move on now...
Are we fighting? Cute!
You are right. I davka told you to eat a donut. I'm sorry. I just get all confused when I think of you hanging with the Amish... they're like Haredim without mustaches, and Haredi women never drink wine and what fun is that???
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