Friday, July 24, 2009

R.I.P. Marmaduke - a vulgar flashback


The flaming yoots of my glory days (ladies, I was fucking cute back then; you would’ve tumbled for me) are dying off—much too young—one by one.

Ask me to tell you sometime about the Thanksgiving dinner I enjoyed at the Essex House in New York City with the New Riders of the Purple Sage, while running the mean streets of midtown with my Ann Arbor homeboys, Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen.*

In lieu of sending flowers to commemorate Mr. Dawson’s passing, please enjoy my favorite New Riders tune, their cover of Rick Nelson’s classic "Hello Mary Lou." Pedal steel maestro, Buddy Cage, brought down the house with his break on this number when I saw the band live at the Academy of Music on 14th Street, once upon a time in the ‘seventies…**

*Due to the then ubiquitous curse of controlled substances none of these facts can be confirmed. It may not have been the Essex House; it may not have been Thanksgiving dinner. But somehow it all happened, nonetheless.

**Similarly, it may not have been the Academy of Music, it may not have been 14th Street, but it was "Hello Mary Lou," it was the ‘seventies, and he did bring down the house: that much is gospel.