Tidbits

If back in the early mid nineties (when the majority of nap contributors could cast shadows upon one another down in H-town) you had told me that I would be spending years of my life in almost daily contact with this motley crew I would have asked you for a tab of whatever you were on. Yet after more than a year of service in this lenient partnership I have no choice but to call you contributors my friends. And I cannot say that this vehicle of sharing has not directly affected all our lives.

Back in the day we may have all been at the same venue even at the same time but we didn't sit at the same table. Now that will probably never happen but that is due mostly to logistics. I wonder though if it yet might happen, perhaps something wonderful or something dark may bring us together. I could see it happening, but no you cannot have any of what I am on.

Anyway next time I have a pint in front of me, I will tip it up to you and wish you the best in love and health.

In other news:

The Long Island Gossip




Babka, my grandmother (recently widowed), has written the entirely useless and barely read Tidbits column for her Long Island community paper for more than forty years making her the badass foremother of NAP. Yet this bit of local news didn't make the paper...

So,
I'm standing at a freezing gas pump after GP's wake when I get a call from my brother who skipped next door from the funeral home for a beer with my pop. He asks me what songs Deep Purple did. I ask him if he's kidding me. Hello? Smoke on the Water. Then I start naming off other songs (My Woman from Tokyo, Space Truckin,' Black Night) and remind him how I used to play Richie Blackmore's lead on Highway Star along with the record when we were kids. It's a while before I ask him why the F is he asking me this anyway. And he says oh it's because the waiter just suggested that he and Poppa move over a couple of tables on account of Richie Blackmore coming in to jam with his buddies. Turns out the dude lives in the next town, Mount Sinai and Christian just hit on his weekly secretive jam spot.

So,
In he comes with an entourage of warlocks all bearded and witch hat wearing with feathers and bells and women. They sit around a couple of tables and start weirding out on old standards. They start with Hey Joe.

Yeah well. I'm not turning around for that.

Back to you Babka.



A Song for GP
LCD Soundsystem - Someone Great