May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
CUTLER’S CULT On Saturday afternoon I went to Edinburgh, suffering the Fringe hoards to see a new kind of show being performed by Hamish Hawk. A true performance piece titled Life in a Scotch Sitting Room, Vol. 0. I’m still struggling to pin down a succinct definition of what it was other than just the…
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Even to this day, I wish I was older. Although I am already what I would have considered in my youth as “well old.” On the verge of being exactly in my mid-50s, I sometimes lament at being in Gen X. I have always felt I kind of straddle two worlds, being born in 1970…
Oh, I could reach into the Internet and kiss him! (Yuck! Says Sir! Lol.) It really is just…amazing when he responds. He doesn’t have to. He could tell me to bugger off. He could ignore me outright…but he rarely does. And of course he replies with aspects I did not consider (the timing of the…
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