Bruce has made dozens of guest appearances over the years. My favorites are his spoken introduction to the final part of Lou Reed's "Street Hassle" and his duet with Warren Zevon on "Disorder in the House," on Zevon's final album. (And there was a novelty single in the 1980s where someone imitated his voice for a cover of the theme from the Flintstones.)
Your WFAE piece on gun violence - I am right there with you, T. I cannot conceive of what drives someone to kill without provocation, but most especially innocent children. It’s a level of evil that I just can’t fathom. Our schools have become killing fields, and no other country in the world comes close to matching this insanity.
Ah, the Masters nap, a long-held tradition in our household. Although TBH, it can look deceptively like a Panthers nap (3rd quarter, waking up in the 4th to find that all hope is lost). There was a time when my golf crush, Freddie Couples, was often in the hunt on Sunday afternoons & I never napped. But as the years have gone by & glimpses of Freddie are rarer, I find myself nodding off. It’s so relaxing to hear the outside birdsong mixed with that of the birds on TV, the roars from the crowd & that sweet Masters song that plays more frequently as the weekend rolls on.
Bruce has made dozens of guest appearances over the years. My favorites are his spoken introduction to the final part of Lou Reed's "Street Hassle" and his duet with Warren Zevon on "Disorder in the House," on Zevon's final album. (And there was a novelty single in the 1980s where someone imitated his voice for a cover of the theme from the Flintstones.)
New York Come Back! Wow. Where do you find these gems?
Your WFAE piece on gun violence - I am right there with you, T. I cannot conceive of what drives someone to kill without provocation, but most especially innocent children. It’s a level of evil that I just can’t fathom. Our schools have become killing fields, and no other country in the world comes close to matching this insanity.
Ah, the Masters nap, a long-held tradition in our household. Although TBH, it can look deceptively like a Panthers nap (3rd quarter, waking up in the 4th to find that all hope is lost). There was a time when my golf crush, Freddie Couples, was often in the hunt on Sunday afternoons & I never napped. But as the years have gone by & glimpses of Freddie are rarer, I find myself nodding off. It’s so relaxing to hear the outside birdsong mixed with that of the birds on TV, the roars from the crowd & that sweet Masters song that plays more frequently as the weekend rolls on.