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On August 4, 2006— the second of Louis Armstrong’s two birthdays that year and every year (Pops believed he was born on July 4, but his posthumously discovered baptismal record said otherwise)— Marshall was in the spirit! The coincident occasion was my writing about Louis’ recording of a Schaefer Beer commercial. And for anyone who might […]

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There is a general withdrawing from orifices after a while, drinking, doping and gabbing resume, and many begin to drift away to catch some sleep. Here and there a couple or threesome linger. A C-melody saxophone player has the bell of his instrument snuggled between the widespread thighs of a pretty matron  in sunglasses, yes […]

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Frisco Gal I Don’t Know Why

Frisco Gal by Clarkson Crane is, if not the worst book, ever written, published, sorta semi-skimmed looking for even one half-worthwhile passage, it’s certainly in the running. If I was Naomi Martin, as Frisco Gal once was, I’d have changed my name too. I wish I could at least say Clarkson Crane was borrachón filling the page for money […]

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Friday, April 25- 1913 My peaches sweet: Wednesday night I went to dine Laura Jean Libbey. She didn’t know me from Adam’s off ox and all the while (I went with a newspaper friend) called me Mr. Caeser, which I refused to correct or allow to be corrected. Short, stout, red headed (brick red), genial, […]

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My appointment was for the evening. Dreiser, who is finishing a book, “An American Tragedy,” in a specially rented New York office, lives in Brooklyn, which is also the base of my visits to Gotham. Accordingly, I show up at this place, ready for the regular chat about books and people. Drawing up alongside the […]

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The least wrinkle crept into his brow as he remembered that this was February 2d, the time the man always called. He fished in his pocket for his purse, getting the first taste of paying out when nothing is coming in. He looked at the fat, green roll as a sick man looks at the […]

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He [Sherwood Anderson] was very unsure of himself; that is why he was never in a hurry with anybody, for it takes a long time to understand– or to misunderstand– people. He never had the American “busy” malady. Nor had Dreiser; if you wanted to see him, he always asked you to come over right […]

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Yes, many’s the night I attended a recital in one of these hallowed musical morgues and each time I walked out I thought not of the music I had heard but of one of my foundlings, one of the bleeding cosmococcic crew I had hired or fired that day and the memory of whom neither […]

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Lee Sing and Miss Liberty Produce Patriotic Chop Suey Lee Wong Sing took a walk Sunday and, thanks to his own restless spirit, thanks to the Fourth of July, and thanks to the burning patriotism of the reporters at Brooklyn Police Headquarters, it landed him on the front pages today. Lee Wong Sing is 11 […]

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There are four The Scene Is Now. Co-founder, Minnesota-native and singer Chris Nelson is the greatest city poet since Kenneth Fearing; if that sounds a bold statement, just ask Chain Gang’s Ricky Luanda, who knows. Co-founder, keyboardist and Peter Seaborg Award-winning historian Philip Dray is also from Minnesota; he doesn’t sing and very rarely solos. Guitarist […]

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