“The most unusual application of the O death [where is thy sting?] sentence arose out of a naming coincidence. A report on the 1994 Grammys focused on a well-known pop singer. The headline ran: Mockery, where is thy Sting?: Gordon Sumner, causing a buzz at the Grammys. The pun has since been used several times. It evidently proved irresistible in 2007 when Sting’s group, Police, had a reunion. One reviewer, it seems, found the occasion uninspiring: Sting, where is thy sting?”—David Crystal, Begat
Black Helmet is a DJ who knows how to make people move. All I can say is he spins records that have a ton of soul, and that he makes me think of a passionate chemist having an excellent time with his beakers up there. Damn.
What I mean to say is that tomorrow night (Thursday, 8/26) Black Helmet will hit the decks after I read from Poems and Fake Book Reviews. So come on out to Veronica People’s Club, at 105 Franklin Street in Greenpoint Brooklyn. Your closest station stop is the G at Greenpoint Ave, but I have heard about people who take the L to Bedford and then walk. Whatever you want!
Happy hour ends at 8. I’ll read around 9. Black Helmet will hold it down from 9:30 on. Celebrate the birth of depress!
bobbybaird Two excerpts from *American Idol*, my novel in progress, are now up and free at @NarrativeMag: http://bit.ly/aIy8FE+++2010/09/01
bobbybaird RT @nicknotned @longformorg is the future of the web. #frtt+++2010/08/31
bobbybaird Fight on, righteous brother RT @EpicureanDeal: This #frtt thing is hilarious, but I'm afraid it won't play well in the staid econotwitsphere +++2010/08/31