Hello, my friends, and welcome to the latest Dr Frank Weakly Reader, that thing I do where I assemble an assemblage of the week’s “content,” illustrated, annotated, and expanded where appropriate. This is primarily so it may be found later, but also because OCD. (This one covers two weeks because I skipped last week — that’s what “incl.” is meant to mean.)
It’s a stupid job but somebody has to do it. Being something of a realist, at least about the appeal of such a project, I do it mainly for myself. But being, as well, a dreamer of big…
Hello friends, and welcome another edition of the Dr Frank Weakly Reader, that thing I do where I compile, illustrate, annotate and expand the previous week on the Dr Frank internet so it may be searched for and found later, should I ever wish to do that. I do it for myself mainly, but as always, feel free read along if you like.
— Lookout Zoomout #2: Yes, I’m coming back for and with more, along with Dan Vapid, Rose Melberg, Kepi, and Lawrence Livermore, hosted as before by Grant Lawrence. I suppose Grant is thinking of me as the…
… where we won’t get kicked out, ’cause we’ve got a lot to talk about. After years of research I think I’ve figured it out. And, to one’s surprise, it’s a livestream featuring Lookout Records alumni playing their old songs. Joe said it “felt like old times” and I agree it sort of did, and how likely was that, all awkward virtual and over the internet?
Well, here we are with another Dr Frank Weakly Reader, that thing I do where I gather the week’s activities and lay them out so they may be found if ever sought they may be. (It’s two weeks’ worth this time as I skipped last week, as I sometimes do: that’s what I mean by “incl.”) I usually add some framing, further commentary, notes, and illustrations just to make it more interesting and/or palatable. I do it mainly for myself but as always feel free to read along if you like. I’ll try to make it good.
And now, on…
Well, the modern world is not so bad, not like the students say, and there’s sex in the sunny day, but I should know that gambling just don’t pay, and looking up in the sky and reminiscing about the future ain’t what it used to be…
There are those who think we’re going through some kind of 1968 (but without the good music.) Or maybe it’s 1917, without the good music, or even 1848 without the good… music.
How do you like it so far? 2021, I mean. Gonna be a wild yet somehow tedious ride, seems like.
Lotta folks did the gag of posting the “Now We Are 21” song, so of course I could do no less than join in:
That’s Gilman, 1988, when we were just a baby.
“Minor secrets” here, including this snip:
Well, it’s time for another collation of songs ’n’ minor secrets, drawn from the five most recent posts in the Songs for Odin series I’ve been doing for the past three years. And here it is, the twenty-ninth such collation. For those who care, this brings us to 161 entries, covering 125 different songs. (The numbers are different because some songs have multiple entries.)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Dr Frank Weakly Reader, wherein I have, as usual, summarized, illustrated, annotated, and expanded the contents of the week’s Dr Frank O’Sphere so it may be found in future. (Just enter “medium.com” “frank portman” “[search term]” in a google box — it works.) So here’s the weak that was.
But first, some songs about drinking, and learning to tell time…
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