Siobhan is kind, dedicated, and sharp as a tack. We found her and Frank through a “gamers wanted” poster in Hunger Mountain Co-op many years ago and they’ve become some of our best friends. To Siobhan I dedicate this little number from the brilliant Tim Minchin.
To Red Joe, my brother from another mother. A titan among game masters and a prince among men. Even if he does eat cold Taco Bell.
I’ve known and admired Laura for just ages. We spent many hours together first in one of the best high school bands in the state, then in the inaugural class of the Louisiana Scholars’ College. She has always been one of the smartest, prettiest girls in the room. Laura’s now a successful graphic designer in south Louisiana. This one’s for you from a fellow band geek–one of my favorite flute compositions of the past century.
I’ve stated before that the end of the 70s also brought the end of old school punk and disco, and maybe even the end of what we call “classic rock.” This is also where my music begins: sounds by confused, lost weirdos who felt like aliens in Reagan’s America and Thatcher’s Britain. I’ve been thinking lately about the community of those days, when seeing a certain kind of black clothes marked a perfect stranger as an much-needed ally in small towns around the world. I’ve made a new playlist of new wave, goth, proto-Britpop, hardcore, New Romantic, deathrock, synth, psychobilly and other assorted post-punk sounds that would later fall under the then-unknown “alternative” label. It covers 1979 through 1984; later I’ll think about some more specific eras and sounds to share.
Ericka’s been through enough to kill or institutionalize a lesser person three times over. She’s not just survived, she’s a fighter and activist for disability rights and a good friend. For Ericka, here’s one of my favorite Dresden Dolls songs.
This one’s for my mom! I know how lucky I am to have grown up with her guidance and care. She’s the most levelheaded, selfless person you’ll ever meet. For her I have some good old-fashioned rockabilly music from Wanda Jackson.
She was my first real girlfriend and she’s a real mensch. South Louisiana represent! Jenny’s been through trials that would have collapsed a lesser person and she’s still living like a boss. And the song itself? There was only one real choice.