Enthusiasts, you owe it to yourselves to buy the great Jesse Jarnow’s new book, Wasn’t That a Time: The Weavers, the Blacklist, and the Battle for the Soul of America; it’s a doozy. Real honey of a book JJ put together here. It’s all in English, but the authorial command makes you feel like the next chapter might be in Italian or Kanji characters, something high-class like that. In fact, it’s a high-class book all around: this is a volume that would never wipe its dick on a guest towel.
Excuse me.
Don’t interrupt me while I’m reviewing a book. Would you pester Michiko Kakutani?
Fuck her. We’re talking about you. Have you read Jesse’s book?
Define “read.”
I’ll enter that into the record as a “no.”
It’s not my fault.
It never is.
Jesse’s book made a terrible strategic decision in arriving at Fillmore South the same day as Nick Tosches’ Dean Martin biography. I’m not blaming Jesse. It’s the book that was wrong.
You don’t deserve friends.
They don’t deserve me.
Thanks for letting me know about this.
There’s also a documentary, The Weavers: Wasn’t that a Time.
Came out in ’81, they were all still alive then , but Lee Hayes was terminally ill, so they did a final Carnegie Hall show. Long time ago but I remember liking it.
Yeah, Chris, that is one beautiful documentary. I saw it again fairly recently and came away convinced that there are no humans like these four on the planet any more, at least in this country, and we won’t see the likes of them again. Something about the confluence of wisdom with innocence. Plus they were just plain intelligent. I keep thinking back and wondering if we’d be any better off today if Pete really had taken an axe to Dylan’s power cord at Monterey, as he apparently threatened to do.
“i been rolled when i was stoned, too”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-rdboPm_ew
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q93yhb3hxSU