The Rabo Karabekian Memorial Deathmarch: Week 12
Those of us who are pressing on, let us press on to the end of Chapter 17.
“Can do,” he said. “Can do.”
Those of us who are pressing on, let us press on to the end of Chapter 17.
“Can do,” he said. “Can do.”
Well, time to pick up the packs and move on. Let us think fondly of the fallen.
But just in case anyone’s trying to catch up, let’s make this a light week and meet up at the end of Chapter 13 of Breakfast of Champions, by the sign that says “Bluebird Farm.”
Goodbye Blue Monday, indeed.
Breakfast of Champions (which I am pleased to note shares its initials with the Blue Oyster Cult) beckons. Let’s meet up next Monday at the end of Chapter 8, where we’ll see the emblem of the Pluto Gang on the back of a jacket.
Tough week.
For one thing, we lost another one of the greats: Leonard Cohen, master of erotic melancholia. As it happens, over the last week I’d been listening to Leonard’s latest (and I guess last) album, You Want It Darker, and the 90s LC tribute album I’m Your Man — the former because I just got it, and the latter because I was forced by water damage to replace some favorite CDs.
Like Bowie, Leonard pulled off the neat trick of releasing a new album just before departing this plane. It’s quite a satisfying piece of work, especially the title track, which in classic Cohen fashion manages to be dark, funny, spiritual, and sexy all at the same time:
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Really, America? Really?