Video Find of the Day
Last night, various of us Real Changers were at a show benefiting RC produced by local weekly The Stranger (Seattle's Only Newspaper) called The Young Ones, featuring a big bunch of up-and-coming bands. They turned out to be great, and I was induced to dance throughout, in spite of my arthritis and my introversion and my terminal whiteness and my Seattleness. Down in the Green Room, drinking beer after beer, one of the musicians remarked that he'd noticed me acting crazy over there at the Real Change booth. Since no one else in the club was doing so, yet (that changed later when a Hip Hop act came out, but this was before), I felt I had to justify myself, so I said, "Well, I grew up in the Fifties, that was how I was taught."
This video, which dates to the Sixties and the release of Chuck Berry from prison, captures the sense of what I was getting at. If I could dance like Chuck Berry, I'd be insufferably arrogant about it.
Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode
About Me
- Dr. Wes Browning
- I have a doctorate in Mathematics from Cornell. I am amused by this. My parents tried to kill me on my 1st birthday. Though I now can't speak it much, and though my parents never could, my first language was Hawaiian, not English. I partially credit an I'iwi for my survival. Hear one on the audio clip at my complete profile. I've been homeless a number of times, for a total of about 4 years. For some of that time I supported myself with the sale of paintings. One of my paintings was chosen for the cover of the premier issue of Real Change, see the links below. Since that first issue in 1994 I have become part of its volunteer editorial committee. I write a regular humor column for the paper, currently titled Adventures in Irony. I serve on the Real Change Board of Directors. I feed the Real Change cat Sid Vicious. Anitra Freeman and I are an item.
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