This ESPN profile of Tom Morgan is one of the best articles I’ve read in a long time, and definitely worth your time:
In Murray Hill there used to be an Irish bar called Clery’s that had six-dollar pitchers for happy hour. The broke 20-somethings from the publishing house would migrate there after work because you could have a good night for $15–two pitchers plus tips and a dollar for the jukebox.
The jukebox must have been upgraded with a timely 90s hit package, because it had Nirvana’s In Utero placed incongruously close to the Counting Crows. Our buddy Bob-O always put on “Scentless Apprentice” and loved how it stopped many patrons mid-conversation. It might be the best screaming song ever.
There’s an art to a good scream in a song, where it’s not just a scream for screaming’s sake and in a way it adds musicality to it. A good scream is different than a call and response or a “Hey” shout (my two favorites in that category being “Punch You in the Eye” and “Ain’t Talkin’ Bout Love“).
The good scream might be words but it also doesn’t necessarily sound like it is, as evidenced in here:
There’s also what would be better described as spoken word screaming, perfected by Captain Beefheart:
(Who no doubt was heavily influenced by the original, Howlin’ Wolf.)
There are a ton of bad screaming songs, so much so to give the scream a bad name, but the good ones light you up in a way that other songs can’t touch. When Bob-O played it at Clery’s it had a better effect than we could have hoped for.
Today is inspirational quote day at the bivouac. Such things tend to happen during hardboiled phases when it’s easier to assemble snippets of something someone else said and be done with it:
“Everyone is influenced by everybody but you bring it down home the way you feel it.” –Thelonious Monk
“You do a commercial you’re off the artistic roll call forever.” –Bill Hicks
“If people think it sucks, then so fucking what? You’re going to keep going.” –Mike Watt
“Am I so sane that I just blew your mind?” –Cosmo Kramer
“I examine my skin searching for the pore with EXIT over it.” –Bill Knott (Click link for context)
“Just phase out, breathe in, wear sandals and pretend it’s a fine world.” --Charles Bukowski
“A great many people think of feet. And socks.” –Gertrude Stein
Overtures are made on behalf of the Fly Fishing Film Tour about receiving a promotional care package.
Your first thought is that your fears of a continued slide into blog irrelevancy are momentarily abated. Or they had a long list.
Your third thought is, you’ve already read the post to end all posts about the F3T care package by the Reverend Roughfisher, and what else are you going to say?
Thought number four: There’s beer inside the box. Ensconced in bubble wrap.
Five: Free hat!
Six: There’s no showing in New York City. Lots of people fly fish in New York City. Makes you wonder if there was some behind the scenes discussion reminiscent of Spinal Tap. UPDATE: I’ve just been informed that the F3T Tour is, in fact, coming to New York City on March 20th, hosted by the Urban Angler at the Helen Mills Theater. Details on the F3T Calendar. I’m going to leave the above Tap link in anyhow because I like it. See you there.
Eight: The Science of Tarpon looks to be bad-ass, because tarpon are.
Nine: The one that strikes closest to home is Urban Lines, for many reasons:
Ten: The film tour has matured since its early days.
Eleven: I got two tickets. Who wants them?*
*(In the unlikely event of more than one response, no apparent rhyme or reason will be accounted for in the selection process.)
Stumbled upon this in my research*.
*(pronounced with the emphasis on the second syllable.)