Yes. Of course. Laurel and Hardy meet Iggy Pop. Iggy sings “The Passenger.” And Stan and Ollie dance!
Amazing. Sad. It’s been thirty years since the murder. Lots of great post-Beatles songs — “Imagine,” “Jealous Guy,” “Watching the Wheels,” “Mind Games”…..but today I am thinking about The Beatles at Shea Stadium performing “I’m Down,” featuring a great lead vocal by Paul McCartney and wild organ playing and spectacular showmanship by the band’s leader, the late lamented John Lennon.
OK. I admit it. I was wrong.
I’m not admitting this because I’ve gotten into the holiday spirit. I’m not admitting this because my body’s been taken over by holiday spirits. And I’m not admitting this because I’ve imbibed too much (or, in fact, any) holiday spirits.
I’m admitting I was wrong about Bob Dylan’s album of holiday music, “Christmas in the Heart,” because I’ve just watched (three times) the new video for “Must Be Santa.”
Why wasn’t I invited to this party? Oh, wait, I know. Because I said Dylan’s Christmas album stunk. OK. I admit it. I was wrong. Leave a lump of coal in my CD player, Santa Bob. I deserve it.
They’re my comrades, colleagues, collaborators, co-conspirators: Laura Swanson and Keith Strunk, founders and principals of the great River Union Stage theater troupe in Frenchtown, work with me on the annual Delaware Valley Poetry Festival. Both are extremely talented practitioners of the thespian arts — acting, directing, producing, stage design, lighting, sound, you name it they do it, including an extremely funny episode from the increasingly popular and absolutely hilarious Web series titled “It’s Todd’s Show.”
The show features two talking dogs and their interesting opinions of the humans they are forced to deal with in their lives.
Here’s the link to the episode starring Keith and Laura:
After you watch the hilarious performance by Keith and Laura (actually Keith isn’t acting — that’s the way he is in real life), go to the show’s Web site, click on the video tab, and find the short clip of the laughing dog, which will either creep you out or leave you in hysterics, just like the dog — and just like me.