Monday, January 16, 2017


All talk.

Lewis was at the head of the long double-file line. He wore a tan raincoat and carried a knapsack containing a book and a couple of pieces of fruit, just in case he got hungry later in jail. The protesters were facing off against countless blue-helmeted Alabama state troops armed with whips and truncheons. Lewis saw one trooper with a rubber hose wrapped in barbed wire. The streets were lined with “about a hundred whites, laughing and hollering, waving Confederate flags.” Lewis could hear one trooper’s horse snort and wheeze.

Given one minute to disperse by the troopers, Lewis had the protesters kneel in prayer. They would not leave. “And then they were upon us.” The troopers charged, and the first among them brought down a nightstick on the left side of Lewis’s skull. His legs gave way. “I really thought I was going to die,” he said. He curled up on the ground, as he had been trained, in a “prayer for protection” position.” The trooper hit him again. And then came the canisters of tear gas. His skull fractured, his coat a mess of mud and blood, Lewis refused to go to the hospital. Barely conscious, he reached Brown Chapel, the headquarters of the movement, ascended to the pulpit, and told those gathered, many of them still gasping from the tear gas, “I don’t know how President Johnson can send troops to Vietnam. I don’t see how he can send troops to the Congo. I don’t see how he can send troops to Africa, and he can’t send troops to Selma, Alabama. Next time we march, we may have to keep going when we get to Montgomery. We may have to go on to Washington.”

That night, an audience of forty-eight million people watched a fifteen-minute report on Selma. President Lyndon B. Johnson, who had urged civil-rights leaders to force his hand if they wanted him to support a voting-rights bill, now saw that it was time to promote one. On national television, he compared Selma to Lexington and Concord as a “turning point in man’s unending search for freedom.” And the Voting Rights Act—now under assault in many ways—became law.

Keep on tweeting, Illegitimate One.

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Blue Monday, Aretha Franklin edition

Friday, January 13, 2017

How can you run when you know?

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Repeal and....

Monday, January 09, 2017

Blue Monday, Luther Allison edition

Saturday, January 07, 2017

Been away so long I hardly knew the place

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Monday, January 02, 2017

Blue Monday, Legion of Mary edition

Friday, December 30, 2016

We sit here stranded/Though we're all doin' our best/To deny it

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

It's dry right now, but it's gonna get wetter

"I'm going to stay right here until the times get better."

Monday, December 19, 2016

Blue Monday, Jimi Hendrix edition

Friday, December 16, 2016

We're so alone/And life is brief

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Monday, December 12, 2016

Bob Dylan's Nobel Prize for Literature speech

"10,000 talkers whose tongues were all broken"

Perfect. Thank you, Bob. Thank you, Patti.

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Blue Monday, Charlie Patton edition

Friday, December 09, 2016

The Cream!

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Monday, December 05, 2016

Blue Monday, Howlin' Wolf, Mick Jagger, Jeff Beck edition

Friday, December 02, 2016


Andrew Sachs, RIP.

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I'm watching and I'm waiting, hoping for the best

Monday, November 28, 2016

Blue Monday, Jimmy Reed edition

Friday, November 25, 2016

The angels got the key and you can't get in

Thursday, November 24, 2016

"A guy commits murder and he gets pardoned after 20 years"

Well, Ralph Branca earned one of the greatest obits the Times has ever published.

“Branca turns and picks up the rosin bag and throws it down, heading toward the clubhouse now, his shoulders aligned at a slant — he begins the long dead trudge. Paper falling everywhere.”

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Oh, stop.


And, for the 57,000th time this month, Hillary Clinton won the popular vote by, they're still counting, 1.5 million votes.

Trump ran on identity politics, not Clinton.



Another sad day in an otherwise shitty year.


Monday, November 21, 2016

Blue Monday, Blind Willie Johnson edition

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Sharon Jones

I will always regret never having seen her and the Dap Kings.


Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Mose Allison


Never done no man no harm.

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