Ramblin' Man

I sometimes watch Noir Alley on TCM just for the Eddie Muller intro. Eddie’s the balls, man. I wonder if the fucker even uses a teleprompter—so much passion for his subject.

A great narrator can make your favorite book an event—better than any movie you’ll ever watch. My favorite narrators are Christopher Lane and Scott Brick. I never understood how funny American Tabloid is until I heard Christopher Lane’s reading (maybe my sense of humor is a bit…well…). And I never realized the true and misguided passion of White Jazz until listening to Scott Brick’s recital.

Kids are great. They have no fucking agenda other than wanting to be happy. Adults, even the best of us, always have an agenda.

One of my favorite biographies is “A Tragic Honesty, The Life and Work of Richard Yates”. I have nothing in common with Richard Yates, but I understood him as a person, you know? Then again, maybe that means I have something in common with him. Which is some scary shit.

I haven’t listened to the radio for a couple of years. The last time was a road trip for work. I couldn’t tell country from hip-hop or rock. I kind of stick to streaming what I want instead.

I’m currently reading “The Big Sin” by Jack Webb of Dragnet fame. Not bad. You can kind of tell that Jack wanted to break loose but was constricted by the ethics of the 1950’s.

A few years back, I purchased the first three novels of a popular thriller series. It’s been made into a couple of movies and recently a series on Amazon Prime. Partway through the first book, the main character said something that made no sense, and I threw the fucking thing across the room. Maybe I’ll get off my high horse and try it again sometime.

I named my beautiful son after a fictional private eye. If you think it’s “Philip” or “Marlowe”, I’ll have to come back in my next life as a squirrel and run straight up your pants leg.