Elizabeth Warren braved the wind and cold in Lawrence, Massachusetts to declare her run for President. Then. Amy Klobuchar stood in a frigid Minnesota blizzard to announce her candidacy.
In California Phippy survived a coating of hail to win at Pebble Beach’s annual pro-am. And JLo, Diana, Gaga, & Dolly headlined a diverse Grammys Show well-hosted by Alicia Keys with a Michelle cameo.
While mAdBen rides camels on Mars. Or at least the Jordan desert sure looks like it.
To boost your holiday spirit. Springsteen. On Netflix. Don’t expect a concert. It’s an acting tour de force and a gut-wrenching yet sweet memoir. It conjures forgotten times and places. Bruce’s tunes are indeed interspersed. But. It’s the poetry. The writing. The lyrics that make this performance stand alone. Baudelaire would be hard-pressed to express love better. Romantics like Blake or Wordsworth could’t wrap their verses so poignantly around a lost neighborhood tree. Catholicism. Parent-child connections. Themes that run deep in his soul.
And in other seasonal tidings. Tavern on the Green Spruce.
Senator Jeff Flake, Republican from Snowflake, Arizona is anything but. He and his Democrat compadre Chris Coons created a compromise that will stand the test of time. A delay to allay deep divisions in the country before confirming a flawed Supreme Court nominee. Brett Kavanaugh may or may not survive in the fray. Either way. America wins.
Global Citizen 2018. Both Coons and Flake are here in Central Park. As well as John Legend. Shawn Mendes. Janet Jackson. The Weeknd. Cardi B. We can hear them from our house. After a beautiful green day spent at favorite Tavern in the Park with fun family.
Ryder Cup. As usual. Euros have the most personality. And this year. Most talent. We’ll see. Molliwood!
Competing memorials dominated the weekend.
The Queen of Soul’s raucous marathon recalled the era of civil rights marches and gospel anthems. Billy Bob Clinton, Jesse Jackson, Louis Farrakhan headlined on the Detroit stage with Aretha herself all decked out in gold. A sight to behold.
In D.C. all the pols gathered from both sides of the aisle to feign unity for a day to honor John McCain at the National Cathedral. Sarah Palin was erased from the story. Trump was absent by design yet ever present in consistently drawn contrasts. Meghan let no one forget that she is indeed her father’s daughter with a loving yet fiercely loyal authenticity.
Media used each event to flaunt their own blatantly hypocritical agendas. Back to normal.
Sizzling in the City. Weeks of air conditioned whirring leads to wondering.
How can Catholics continue to go to church? Where are you Francesco? Don’t say you’ll hold those accused or covered it up accountable. Boston’s Cardinal Law just died in the Vatican’s lap of luxury. A generational epidemic with no cure-ate in sight.
Why would Broadway talent & Melania impersonator Laura Benanti take part in the Luann de Lesseps Real Housewives Countess Cabaret Show? Sad.
Why do professional women on television continue to dress like they are at the beach or going to a hoochi afterhours club? If men wore muscle shirts would you take them seriously?
Will Tiger ever win another major? Still mourning his runner-up finish at the PGA a week ago. Broken record alert! He needs new blood on the bag. Ditch Joey. And. The driver.
Why is Trump having a Hamptons fundraiser in the middle of the day on a summer Friday? Because he is Trump the ultimate traffic troll. And. For a hot dog.
Grammys return to NYC. Riri & DJ beat Bruno & Cardi B as well as Elton & Miley. They all bested Jay-Z. But. What do puppies have to do with it? Dogs are everywhere. Jeez. And. It’s a music show. Why can’t they ever get the sound right? Even at MSG. In Memoriam Imagine mosaic at Strawberry Fields. Where daily we hear buskers sing Lennon songs off-key.
At the end of the day it’s 24K.
It’s Fall. Happened at 4:02 pm. Leaves starting to yellow a bit. Autumnal sounds reverberating through our windows. Must be Global Citizen Festival. Rehearsing for the annual event. Free and easy to head over to see and hear before the crowds pack the Park tomorrow. They don’t know the world is going to end. Sing on!
Meanwhile over at Madison Square Garden, Joey Three Sticks is catching Bruno Mars. Uptown funk you up. Uptown funk you up.