Congratulations are in order for my pal Max Bernstein (noted agitpop auteur of Max and The Marginalized fame), having recently completed a tour of duty in the Ke$ha army on their way to death or glory bestriding the Number One Express.
...Technically 1001 posts on this blog from your humble scribe, dear reader - but as with so much else in these environs, artistic license is available for viewing upon request.
At this time, I would like to thank those who come here to peruse the gems produced from an ethos long ago and far away - May those days of quality and craftsmanship, the product of many disciplined hours spent at the expense of other matters, be soon in returning and long in remaining.
Chano Pozo with the Perez Prado orchestra and the Miguelito Valdes sextet, Memoria A Chano / Placetas / Tambombarana / El Cajon, 1946-47.
Freddie Hubbard, Tony Williams, Kenny Barron, Joe Henderson and Ron Carter, You Don't Know What Love Is, 1982.
Rahsaan Roland Kirk (featuring Phil Seamen on drums) and John Cage, excerpt from the short film Sound, 1966-67.
Hardly a moment goes by without some well-meaning prat inappropriately offering up their disembodied force in the clouds as a temporal band-aid for some earthly woe...But Brit Hume takes the mumbo-pocus to a whole new level of officious presumption.
'Once the news value dies out of this scandal...' - Of course, the perception that there was any news value in a celebrity's domestic squabble being highly subjective - "The extent to which he can recover seems to me depends on his faith,"Hume said. "He is said to be a Buddhist. I don't think that faith offers the kind of forgiveness and redemption that is offered by the Christian faith. My message to Tiger would, 'Tiger, turn to the Christian faith and you can make a total recovery and be a great example to the world."
My message to Brit Hume would be stop pushing your personal (and highly uninformed) experience of faith into places where it doesn't belong, like other people's private lives that are no business of yours...And stick to propagandizing for failed political ideologies that bring the world to the brink of chaos and keep the Dow Jones high for your investor-class bourbon fancier friends, you publicly pious gasbag you.