Curations from the Human Jungle
[Graceful, he's not, but no one understands the primal appeal of rock 'n roll better than Neil Young. It's the highest form of compliment when I say that he plays guitar like a gorilla, and a gorilla with silver hair hair beneath his grungy flannel shirt. Of course he's Canadian. Go ahead, crank up the... Continue Reading →
[When Silverback Ross asked what type of material we publish in Silverback Digest, I told him the only subjects that were off limits are politics and pornography. So, he sent these, claiming that since he is Canadian, these do not qualify as political. I wonder what the Canadian interpretation of pornographic will be? SB SM]
[I was at a school reunion once, and ran into a classmate whom I hadn't seen for twenty years. "What are you doing these days?" he asked. "I'm a humor writer from Vermont," I answered. He responded "You weren't very funny in high school, and I doubt you're very funny now." Ouch! Humor is tough.... Continue Reading →