See Glad Rags in this journal.
Bill Haley, not Michael J. Fox, was my experience of 1955.
The title is from a New Yorker review of …
"So put your glad rags on
And join me, hon …"
See also The Skeleton Twins (2014)
and Blackboard Jungle (1955).
A phrase from last night's post— "God's empty chair."
For related material from this journal, see The Empty Chair.
A related scene from mathematics education (the theme of the new March 2011 AMS Notices )—
"Plato acknowledges how khora challenges our normal categories
of rational understanding. He suggests that we might best approach it
through a kind of dream consciousness."
–Richard Kearney, quoted here Sunday afternoon
"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream."
– Song at Sunday night's Grammy awards
Again, this couldn't happen again.
This is that "once in a lifetime,"
this is the thrill divine.
The great 1949 days (according to Jack Kerouac)—
On the Road—
Shearing began to play his chords; they rolled out of the piano in great rich showers, you'd think the man wouldn't have time to line them up. They rolled and rolled like the sea. Folks yelled for him to "Go!" Dean was sweating; the sweat poured down his collar. "There he is! That's him! Old God! Old God Shearing! Yes! Yes! Yes!" And Shearing was conscious of the madman behind him, he could hear every one of Dean's gasps and imprecations, he could sense it though he couldn't see. "That's right!" Dean said. "Yes!" Shearing smiled; he rocked. Shearing rose from the piano, dripping with sweat; these were his great 1949 days before he became cool and commercial. When he was gone Dean pointed to the empty piano seat. "God's empty chair," he said.
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