Nobody could dance like James Brown, a consummate entertainer, but my father could come close. He would shuffle across the carpet in his blue velvet house slippers while clapping his hands, every so often inserting a few twirls.
(Dapper Daddy and just friend)
My father left Ilocos Sur in the Phillippines for Hawaii when he was 14 years old, obtaining forged documents to make it appear that he was old enough to join his older brothers as workers on a pineapple plantation. He followed other Filipinos who made their way to the United States, hoping to find better opportunities away from a home country that offered nothing but poverty.
The religious and political rhetoric on teenage pregnancy is overwhelming, overshadowing the simple fact that two young people are caught making a decision that is not as simple as some make it out to be.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBqc_kbVDVg
Nothing says Denmark more than a giant reptile snaking its way around overhead passes, regenerating its blown-to-smithereens body parts so that it enjoys near immortality.
During the 70s, funk’s signature became the hard driving, from-the-gut bass. From Graham Central Station to the Brothers Johnson, hard driving bass lines were as important to funk/soul as guitar riffs were to rock bands.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swC1wZAJ5lU
In the monster world, the Biblical of equivalent of Cain and Abel exists in the form of two Gargantua brothers, one colored a motley green while the other, a light chocolate brown.
The late Curtis Mayfield had possessed such an incredible depth of uncompromising musical talent which should have earned him far more recognition than he ever received.
(Nice nuns from the film “The Sound of Music”)
I suppose there are some teachers out there who realize that, in the throes of their venomous behavior, there might be a student or two who might grow up to write about them. I do not think this occurred to Miss C, who was my grammar and junior high school instructor.
I dub today Funky/Soul Friday.
Fears and jeers of flying
Published by Anna Pirhana on June 9, 2014I once dreamt of being an airline hostess for Japan Airlines, and even wrote them a very complimentary letter as part of a class project.