My grandfather would cross to the other side of a street to avoid a race, and when my grandmother included an African-American woman in her stories and half-written novels, they were always "aunt" somebody or other; fat, jolly women, usually excellent cooks and supremely complacent at being drawn into a narrow, two-dimensional role.
we played a show
a living room sing along
I like it and I liked this:
folk people and folk tunes and cover songs and shiny tattoos
and i like liking these things in the generic, universal way
on the other hand,
your sense of timing is impeccable and insulting.
stop talking when you should be doing everything else.
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