JD playing JD

Oh yeah…I gotta see this. I like it that Johnny is not playing Jack Sparrow for once.

Instead, he’s playing Public Enemy #1: John Dillinger. And according to my research, Mr. Dillinger got a bad rap from the American “justice” system, despite robbing dozens of banks and living like a celebrity.

According to the book, Curious Facts About John Dillinger & J. Edgar Hoover (Kekionga Press, 2008), John was a nice guy who was beaten down early by the legal system; sent to prison for something that should have gotten him probation at the worst.

Along with an older accomplice (an ex-convict who actually got off easy), he tried to rob the neighborhood grocery store in small-town Indiana. It went wrong and the guys ran away with no money. Then, this:

Ed Singleton (who hired a lawyer), even though he had a prior felony conviction and was ten years older than [Dillinger], received a 2-to-14-year sentence and was released after two years. Dillinger [whose parents were told by town police officials that John didn’t need a lawyer] was given 10 to 20 years.

The long sentence Dillinger received for a first-time offense, the betrayal on the part of the authorities, and the light sentence his partner received formed a bitterness in him which grew more intense with every year behind bars. ‘This made a criminal out of Dillinger,’ [then-governor of Indiana Paul] McNutt concluded.”

John Dillinger was actually a polite, nice boy who lived on a farm with his dad and step-mother. [In fact, Dillinger’s great nephew has sued – successfully and often – to preserve his great uncle’s reputation as a gangster, but not a killer. He also, of course, openly cashes in on the use of his uncle’s name, much to the consternation of his critics.]

Possibly more “curious” than the facts about Dillinger in this book are the wacko stories about that schmuck J. Edgar Hoover. Whoa. That’s a post entirely unto itself.

Anyway…

Check out the trailer for Public Enemies:

Yay…I’m there.

Photo credit: IMDB.com, Dillinger Museum

She’s the human thesaurus

And good thing, too, because one word simply cannot describe the caper. Here are a few extras that might be used:

And don’t forget potentially brilliant (if he hadn’t been caught, that is).

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Folks, we need to get Shorty. El Paso/Juarez hold some fun memories for me, and it’s sad that the area is a war zone now.

I had me some great times in Juarez back in 1979, when I was hired to sing at a club in El Paso called The Cinders, which is now defunct, torn down, or renamed, as far as my research can reveal.

It was a month-long engagement, at the piano bar with a great jazz pianist named Luis Méndez. I’ve lost track of him over the years…

On a couple occasions, Louie would call in two of his friends — bass player and drummer — to play with us. It was great fun. I learned an awful lot about jazz that summer, at only 20 years old. I’ve never forgotten it.

cinders2And my students will laugh at these photos because I actually had a real tan (living at the pool every day for a month in 100+-degree heat and sunshine will do that). And check out the curly hair. Yep, I paid good money for that.

And speaking of spending good money…time to get back to writing about the history of public school music in America. ZzzZzzzz…..

Fink out (as in “unconscious”).

Using “bedizened” in a sentence

I must say, it’s impressive, albeit a bit pretentious. Leave it to the Times.

It’s time for a Bando Godspell update. Bando…grace us, please! I need a laff today.

All right, I’m off to start studying. It’s almost 8 a.m. and I promised myself I’d bury my head in this box all weekend (except if #1 Son calls for me to watch Jakey…then all bets are off).

Shocking. What next? A rapper hitting his girlfriend???

Only four more Saturdays until Kay comes home from Slovenia. Yay!

FO

Nuclear fission

Yep. Last night, I experienced it. Or rather, my students did.

Not pretty.

I hate doing that. I really do. And I feel it coming, too. It’s like a slow, nauseating build-up, as the TNT gradually inches its way closer to the plutonium cell. Then, kachinky. Fission. Bodies everywhere. I go completely blind with rage and forget to be the lady my mama raised me to be. I turn into something ugly and horrible. A hag with horns and fangs.

And the thing is — and I have to hand it to my cast, no lie — they stood there patiently, waiting for the cloud to dissipate. (With abject hatred in their hearts, I’m sure, but they stood there like soldiers nonetheless.)

So why do they put up with the likes of me? I have no idea. But I’m glad they do, because they are truly good at this musical theater thing. I know, all directors yell. I’ve been at this game long enough to know that. But somehow, I like to pride myself on retaining some modicum of self-control, so as not to come off looking like a complete lunatic.

[At this point, Mathew and Kody are laughing. Godspell 2004, anyone?]

Anyway, the self-control thing didn’t happen last night. And the meltdown occurred, oh, three minutes into the first number. Some of them, I’m sure, are still seething about it. I’m developing a nasty cold sore for my efforts. Serves me right. And I don’t even have the slightest recollection of what all I said to them. It’s a blur…but at least it’s Friday.

Fink out (to the pharmacy for some Abreva).

RNF XVIII

Random Neuron Firings

Three tasty links this morning:

  • Not to start a flame war (because I will put a fast end to it), but this was pretty straight-forward. Almost comically so.
  • WHAT??? I can hear Kody laughing.
  • Oh. Yes. OH YES. Am I getting the wrong degree? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I love Reuters. And Thursdays.

Fink out.