OK, not exactly underground, but I’ll be heading to Atlanta for part of this week in order to attend a conference on first-year/”gateway” courses, and whenever I think of Atlanta, I think of the city’s famous Underground entertainment district. I don’t ever recall spending any time there — nor am I likely to on this visit — but I think of the area because my brother ran up an $800 bar tab there one evening around 1990, on a spring break trip with a bunch of his friends. Apparently he bought trays of shooters for the entire group. I’ve wasted my share of money over the years as well, but I don’t think I ever did it quite so flamboyantly.
But enough of that. On to the potpourri, yes?
I went to a lacrosse match this afternoon; the results weren’t what I would have hoped for, but it was a nice golf-shirt-and-jeans kind of a day, and a decent crowd at what is invariably called “Historic Setzler Field,” the oldest college stadium still in use in South Carolina.
I’ve been to a match or two each season, but I find I really don’t have much understanding of the sport. I know how goals are scored and I know about the Jim Brown rule, but that’s about it. But I have kids on the roster from time to time; in fact, one of the guys in my creative writing class picked up a goal late in today’s game.
Apparently the sport is gaining popularity in this region, but I still think of it as a Mid-Atlantic or Northeastern thing, and a lot of our players come from the DelMarVa area. In fact, athletics contribute a fair amount of geographic diversity to our student body. All the same, I’d like to know why our opponents seem to get more free collisions than we do. See? I’m learning to gripe about the officiating in a different sport. Hurrah for transferable skills.
Something else I did this afternoon was book a hotel room and rental car for a forthcoming Noir at the Bar gig in a few weeks in Hillsborough, NC. I don’t know who all will be reading, but if you’re in the area on 11 April, swing by the King Street Bar — I’d love to see you.
Speaking of writing and such, LB has been posting excerpts of stories from At Home in the Dark over at his place. My story hasn’t yet been excerpted yet (in part, I suspect, because it’s very compact), but it’ll show up soon enough. Stop by, meanwhile — you may want to see what you can get!
Some sad news to report — Gahan Wilson, one of my favorite cartoonists (and the author of a genuinely delightful horror short story entitled ““) — is struggling with dementia, and with the loss of his wife of more than 50 years. Wilson’s stepson has set up a GoFundMe account to assist in the cost of his memory care, should you wish to contribute.
At the account page, Mr. Winters (the stepson) offers the following anecdote from a few days ago:
I went over to see Gahan this morning and was going to take him out for a drive. As I came in I asked one of the staff at the memory care ward how he was doing. She said, great. Where is he? He’s eating. I peeked around a corner and he looked good. I decided not to bother him and I used the time to talk with the nurse. So, he’s doing pretty good? Oh, yeah, he’s settling in really nicely. Good. He even drew me this drawing. She opened an official looking binder on a cart and there was a beautiful, signed, Gahan Wilson cartoon of a very cheerful, mouse, dressed in clothes walking along. They were all coloring, and I asked him to draw me a picture, and he drew this. I smiled. You know it’s worth a lot of money, I told her. I know, she said. I slipped out without disturbing his flow on the day. I’m so happy he is adjusting to the memory care side of things. They’re treating him like a celebrity and they are getting him to draw cartoons. Sweet.
Here’s hoping it stays sweet for as long as it can.
But let’s wrap this up with a little more music. Emitt Rhodes is somehow both a legendary pop songwriter and an obscure one. The multi-instrumentalist/singer/songwriter/recording engineer/producer hasn’t really had hits in any normal sense of the word, and a series of near-Badfinger-level legal hassles stifled much of his career. However, fans of late-60s light psych and sunshine pop speak of his work with wonder, and Rhodes has been the subject of The One-Man Beatles, a documentary that has attracted some notice. In the past decade or so, an interesting assortment of notable musicians have worked with Rhodes, and he put out Rainbow Ends in 2016.
This track dates to his early work with the SoCal group The Merry-Go-Round, but is probably best known for having been covered by Fairport Convention as the opener of their first album in 1967. While the FC version is the best known one (relatively speaking), I slightly prefer the original. With a rather odd nostalgia video, this is “Time Will Show the Wiser.”
See you soon!