Cloister Commentary, Day 50: The Succor and Sustenance Awards, Iteration I

I inadvertently began this journal on Nicole’s and my 28th wedding anniversary. Halfway to 100, at which point I expect to still be commentin’, I arrive at the 30th anniversary of our goin’ steady. We’d been very good friends for a couple weeks, I was licking my wounds from having been officiously dumped, and I hollered at her one day about going to show with me (the Coctails, Murphy’s, Sprangfield, MO). She’d really been fun and funny, which was helping me heal, and she had stellar taste in music and books, so I stopped by Record Center to say hi to ol’ Mark Vaugine and buy her a present in gratitude (a cassette of Rosetta Tharpe’s Decca label Gospel Train, Volume 1). We met at the show, that band was lively, she loved the gift, we were laughing our butts off–and I just stopped at one point and asked her, “Are we going out?” Her answer: “I guess so!” You know the rest. I hope we have 30 more in the tank!

The 1st Cloister Commentary Succor and Sustenance Awards (links in comments):

Best Anti-COVID-Blues Album: Carmen McRae, The Great American Songbook

Best Anti-COVID-Blues Movie: Duck Soup (“Hail, Hail, Freedonia” indeed….)

Best Anti-COVID-Blues Show: What We Do in The Shadows (I have a crush on Nadja–sorry, Nicole!)

Best Anti-COVID-Blues Book (three-way tie): √Člmer Mendoza, The Acid Test; Fernanda Melchor, Hurricane Season; Martin Duberman, Stonewall

Best Anti-COVID-Blues Curbside Grub: Beet Box

Best Anti-COVID-Blues TV Journalist: Don Lemon (nailed it, dude)

Next edition in 50 days. Have a great weekend if weekends still have definition for you!

Streaming for Shut-Ins:

This isn’t exactly the recording I mentioned above, but it will well and truly suffice. I know Bob Bilyeu will agree!

Cloister Commentary, Day 46: VHS Delivery

What a lower-case “d” day.

Chilly wind and rain, and clouds keeping most of the day dark. Doubts just clinging: about endurance, about adaptability, about sustenance, about work and when play will return, about the country’s future and our group decisions. Fatigue accompanying a return to earth after a relatively exhilarating weekend. Written communication arrived from Andy Cigarettes, and depression loomed so low to our ground we’ve yet to open it.

This Covid-19 stuff is neither easy on the mind, nor the body, nor the soul.

Some admittedly temporary but very effective cures were available to Nicole and me down in our art vault, and we reached for them. Funny, we hadn’t reached for these in long old while: VHS copies of the first Austin Powers movie and Duck Soup. You know, those suckers were supposed to really degrade over time, but the video quality of these was pretty fab, and of course the content instantly lifted our spirits. The former film still has some years to go to prove itself, but I think we can agree The Marx Brothers are capital “E” Eternal. Those movies and mango popsicles did the trick in the nick.

Streaming for Shut-Ins:

Let’s celebrate another iconic music birthday, shall we? Today will be better, if this conjurer does his magic.