On the twelfth day of the 12 Days of Christmas Six-Packs, my true love gave to me…
Today dear friends of the show Brian Joyce and Mr Brian Jacobs are rejoining Eric to share some holiday fun. It’s Christmas morning and we’re sharing traditions, some wonderful music and the deep-dive stories and analysis around them, memories of childhood gifts unrequited, and much more. Lots of laughs and flights of fancy detours in this one – Firestone vs Goodyear albums, SCTV, and much more! It’s really just three good friends just enjoying each other and some top notch music in the true spirit of the holidays. Plus we discuss some meaningful charities that could use some love this holiday season.
So don your gay apparel and join us by the warm glow of the fireplace for some festive music and holiday cheer.
On this Six-Pack episode, friends of the show Brian Joyce and Mr Brian Jacobs join Eric Miller of Pods & Sods to school him on Steve Goodman. Steve Goodman was a Chicago-based brilliant singer-songwriter that swam in the same early sorta country sorta Gonzo waters with the likes of John Prine, Kris Kristofferson, David Bromberg, Waylon Jennings, Bob Dylan, and even Paul Anka had a hand in his career. He was a unique talent, admired by all his peers, and gifted with an incredible ability to inspire, entertain, and think. He left us too soon but he left us a gorgeous body of work, which we’ll dip into in this episode.
So sit back and discover or rediscover the brilliance of Mr Steve Goodman, darling.
A generation of us grew up on Michael Jackson music and The Cosby Show. The DNA of our sense of humor includes some Cosby and some Louis CK. How many Kevin Spacey or Harvey Weinstein or Bret Ratner films have we enjoyed? Or Woody Allen or Roman Polanski?
Italian painter Caravaggio murdered someone. Phil Spector did the same. John Wayne said some straight up horrifically racist stuff in a 1971 Playboy interview recently making it’s rounds – and it didn’t affect his culture status – or did it. Poet and author Rudyard Kipling wrote the Jungle Book, but fundraised for Reginald Dyer BECAUSE he committed a massacre of over 1000 Indian people – depicted in the movie Gandhi. How do we watch The Naked Gun without knowing what we know about OJ.
As the media and social media microscope grows and intensifies, we’re learning more and more about the bad deeds or darkest days or outright criminal villainy of some of these creative folks that have occupied and even shaped our culture and our lives, in our formative years, and sometimes for decades or lifetimes. Art is an escape in some ways and yet it’s increasingly tarnished or ruined – sexual harassment, homophobia, sexism, domestic abuse, pedophilia, racism, even rape and murder. Are they inseparable. Does the creation forever belong to the creator, for better or worse, or to the consumer of that art. It feels like a new question, it isn’t. But it is one we all must keep asking ourselves it seems, because the bar’s been raised and continues to rise. That’s a good thing – but can we separate the art from the artist?