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Otis Rush
These flowers grow where I lay and restAnd these colored blossoms darling, hold to your breastAnd darling know it’s my mindBursting out from insideMy love for you will never die 
Otis Rush - My Love Will Never Die

Otis Rush

These flowers grow where I lay and rest
And these colored blossoms darling, hold to your breast
And darling know it’s my mind
Bursting out from inside
My love for you will never die 

Otis Rush - My Love Will Never Die

George Brett

He was clearly one of the best players of his generation, but he had a style that spanned the generations. He looked and carried himself like a baseball player and could have been at home in any era. He was the kind of guy who conveyed something to fans thats very important, which was that he thought of himself first and foremost as a baseball player. There was nothing in the world that he would rather be doing than playing baseball every day when he was on the field.

Bob Costas

George Brett

He was clearly one of the best players of his generation, but he had a style that spanned the generations. He looked and carried himself like a baseball player and could have been at home in any era. He was the kind of guy who conveyed something to fans thats very important, which was that he thought of himself first and foremost as a baseball player. There was nothing in the world that he would rather be doing than playing baseball every day when he was on the field.

Bob Costas

Grover Cleveland Alexander

Wake up the echoes at the Hall of Fame and you will find that baseball’s immortals were a rowdy and raucous group of men who would climb down off their plaques and go rampaging through Cooperstown, taking spoils …. Deplore it if you will, but Grover Cleveland Alexander drunk was a better pitcher than Grover Cleveland Alexander sober.

Bill Veeck

Grover Cleveland Alexander

Wake up the echoes at the Hall of Fame and you will find that baseball’s immortals were a rowdy and raucous group of men who would climb down off their plaques and go rampaging through Cooperstown, taking spoils …. Deplore it if you will, but Grover Cleveland Alexander drunk was a better pitcher than Grover Cleveland Alexander sober.

Bill Veeck

Casey Stengel
Most games are lost, not won.

Casey Stengel

Most games are lost, not won.

Bruce Catton
Say this much for big league baseball - it is beyond question the greatest conversation piece ever invented in America.

Bruce Catton

Say this much for big league baseball - it is beyond question the greatest conversation piece ever invented in America.

R. Crumb
Before industrial civilization, local and regional communities made their own music, their own entertainment. The esthetics were based on traditions that went far back in time—i.e. folklore. But part of the con of mass culture is to make you forget history, disconnect you from tradition and the past. Sometimes that can be a good thing. Sometimes it can even be revolutionary. But tradition can also keep culture on an authentic human level, the homespun as opposed to the mass produced. Industrial civilization figured out how to manufacture popular culture and sell it back to the people. You have to marvel at the ingenuity of it! The problem is that the longer this buying and selling goes on, the more hollow and bankrupt the culture becomes. It loses its fertility, like worn out, ravaged farmland. Eventually, the yokels who bought the hype, the pitch, they want in on the game. When there are no more naive hicks left, you have a culture where everybody is conning each other all the time. There are no more earnest “squares” left—everybody’s “hip”, everybody is cynical.

R. Crumb

Before industrial civilization, local and regional communities made their own music, their own entertainment. The esthetics were based on traditions that went far back in time—i.e. folklore. But part of the con of mass culture is to make you forget history, disconnect you from tradition and the past. Sometimes that can be a good thing. Sometimes it can even be revolutionary. But tradition can also keep culture on an authentic human level, the homespun as opposed to the mass produced. Industrial civilization figured out how to manufacture popular culture and sell it back to the people. You have to marvel at the ingenuity of it! The problem is that the longer this buying and selling goes on, the more hollow and bankrupt the culture becomes. It loses its fertility, like worn out, ravaged farmland. Eventually, the yokels who bought the hype, the pitch, they want in on the game. When there are no more naive hicks left, you have a culture where everybody is conning each other all the time. There are no more earnest “squares” left—everybody’s “hip”, everybody is cynical.

Sam Amidon
I wish I was a poetCould write in find handWould write my love a letterOne she’d long understandI’d send it by the waterWhere the islands overflowAnd I’d think of pretty Saro wherever I go
Sam Amidon - Saro

Sam Amidon

I wish I was a poet
Could write in find hand
Would write my love a letter
One she’d long understand
I’d send it by the water
Where the islands overflow
And I’d think of pretty Saro wherever I go

Sam Amidon - Saro

William Carlos Williams
We sit and talk quietly,with long lapses of silence,and I am aware of the stream that has no language,coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech

William Carlos Williams

We sit and talk quietly,
with long lapses of silence,
and I am aware of the stream that has no language,
coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech

Buster Keaton

Keaton’s face ranked almost with Lincoln’s as an early American archetype; it was haunting, handsome, almost beautiful, yet it was irreducibly funny; he improved matters by topping it off with a deadly horizontal hat, as flat and thin as a phonograph record. One can never forget Keaton wearing it, standing erect at the prow as his little boat is being launched. The boat goes grandly down the skids and, just as grandly, straight on to the bottom. Keaton never budges. The last you see of him, the water lifts the hat off the stoic head and it floats away.

James Agee

Buster Keaton

Keaton’s face ranked almost with Lincoln’s as an early American archetype; it was haunting, handsome, almost beautiful, yet it was irreducibly funny; he improved matters by topping it off with a deadly horizontal hat, as flat and thin as a phonograph record. One can never forget Keaton wearing it, standing erect at the prow as his little boat is being launched. The boat goes grandly down the skids and, just as grandly, straight on to the bottom. Keaton never budges. The last you see of him, the water lifts the hat off the stoic head and it floats away.

James Agee

Ryan Adams
When the bar closes down it does murder to the cityDirty and peaceful and meanAnd for the record I’d stand right here on the cornerWaiting for justice to bring you here to me.
Ryan Adams - Memphis (unreleased)

Ryan Adams

When the bar closes down it does murder to the city
Dirty and peaceful and mean
And for the record I’d stand right here on the corner
Waiting for justice to bring you here to me.

Ryan Adams - Memphis (unreleased)

Steve Carlton

Before every pitch, he would clench his neck and, from the dugout, you could see the cords running his collar to his jawbone. It looked like he was twitching and sucking air through his nose. This was in 1972, when he won 27 games for a last-place Phillies that won only 59 games overall. It was a piece de resistance nonpareil in the annals of the sport.

Larry Dierker

Steve Carlton

Before every pitch, he would clench his neck and, from the dugout, you could see the cords running his collar to his jawbone. It looked like he was twitching and sucking air through his nose. This was in 1972, when he won 27 games for a last-place Phillies that won only 59 games overall. It was a piece de resistance nonpareil in the annals of the sport.

Larry Dierker

Rory Gallagher
If there was one fault with the boom in the 1960s, it was that it was very straight-faced and very pontificatory, or whatever the word is. It used to annoy me that there was an attitude of ‘Thou shalt not play the blues unless you know who played second acoustic guitar behind Sonny Boy Williamson the first on the B-side of whatever.’ That kind of thing gets music nowhere, it’s like collecting stamps. I mean, I buy books on the blues and I check out the B-sides and I know who plays on what records and that’s fine. But then you’ve got to open that up to the rest of the people. Because that kind of snobbery defeats the purpose; it kills the music.

Rory Gallagher

If there was one fault with the boom in the 1960s, it was that it was very straight-faced and very pontificatory, or whatever the word is. It used to annoy me that there was an attitude of ‘Thou shalt not play the blues unless you know who played second acoustic guitar behind Sonny Boy Williamson the first on the B-side of whatever.’ That kind of thing gets music nowhere, it’s like collecting stamps. I mean, I buy books on the blues and I check out the B-sides and I know who plays on what records and that’s fine. But then you’ve got to open that up to the rest of the people. Because that kind of snobbery defeats the purpose; it kills the music.

Cormac McCarthy
You do not know what things you set in motion, he said. No man can know. No prophet foresee. The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments. Do you see? Not everything has such value.

Cormac McCarthy

You do not know what things you set in motion, he said. No man can know. No prophet foresee. The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments. Do you see? Not everything has such value.

AA Bondy
You’re caught between the mirror and the countryAnd caught up in a prayer of liars’ wordsThe hounds are on your scent, you must move swiftlyTheir spies just tellin’ lies of what they heardAnd once there was a time to join the armyAnd once there was a time to hear the newsAnd once there was a time for easy silenceBut now the jury waits for you
AA Bondy - Witness Blues

AA Bondy

You’re caught between the mirror and the country
And caught up in a prayer of liars’ words
The hounds are on your scent, you must move swiftly
Their spies just tellin’ lies of what they heard

And once there was a time to join the army
And once there was a time to hear the news
And once there was a time for easy silence
But now the jury waits for you

AA Bondy - Witness Blues

Le Corubsier
If your eyes could penetrate the opaque masses of the facades, they would see an incredible spectacle: three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand men and women - perhaps more - at work in a pool of space at the same time. A humanity having broken its millenary destiny which was to be attached to the ground, which is suspended between heaven and earth, going up and down at high speed in clusters of twenty and in sheaves of two hundred. Is it a new scene in purgatory? 

Le Corubsier

If your eyes could penetrate the opaque masses of the facades, they would see an incredible spectacle: three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand men and women - perhaps more - at work in a pool of space at the same time. A humanity having broken its millenary destiny which was to be attached to the ground, which is suspended between heaven and earth, going up and down at high speed in clusters of twenty and in sheaves of two hundred. Is it a new scene in purgatory? 

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