Inside the flat, a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. OMWC turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The station (NPR, it was called) could be somewhat quieted, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. Life, if you looked about you, bore no resemblance not only to the lies that streamed out of NPR, but even to the ideals that the Party was trying to achieve.

But even Government Radio cannot deny the existence of birthdays despite them being symbols of white privilege, and today’s include a guy with a red glare; a guy who had something to say but you can’t hear it because all you can do is stare at the lump on his forehead; a guy who set many records; the patron saint of zymurgy; a guy I think of every time I see a rabbit; a guy who saw eye to eye with Sammy Davis, Jr; one of the few accomplished guitarists who was still lonely; a guy known for his calm stage demeanor and classically trained voice; what Mr. Ed would have sounded like if he were singing; and the best pitchman the world of beer ever had.

Before these become unstories, let us Link.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the guy who will not be your next president.

 

They say this as if it were a bad thing.

 

Something new to worry about.

 

I know I’m not supposed to advocate violent overthrow of the government, but when this level of contempt for the constitution passes without even an embarrassed cough…

 

You have to scroll a lot to find the antisemitism, and then you still haven’t found it.

 

INSURRECTION!

 

Leo Kottke is a sentimental favorite. He and SP were friends, and she told me that the sort of rambling stream-of-unconsciousness patter to introduce songs was not an act. “That’s exactly what Leo is like when we’re just sitting around talking.” This has both his funny intro and his astonishing playing. I always think of SP every time I hear Leo play. Excuse me, it must be allergy season.