Play ball

My review of Yo-Yo Ma's Silk-Road concert w/ the CSO appeared in Saturday's Chicago Sun-Times.  I'll have one in Tuesday's paper as well.  I am grateful for Andrew Patner and Laura Emerick and their willingness to take a chance on me. Since my eyes are bloodshot and the pinkies are stiffing up, I'm off for a nap.  Otherwise I'd give you a saucier recap of last night. 

But now a little friday fodder; my friends and I began writing lyrics to commemorate our experiences at DePaul, which are now sadly behind us (still waiting on those exam scores).  To the tune of Terry Cashman's Talkin' Baseball, I offered the first verse: 

Manning was smokin', while Goodman was evokin'

the latest poesy he had come upon. 

Finke stroked his beard, Cunneen's was getting weird,

'Twas hardly a surprise that nothing much was getting done

I'm talking DeeePaul....

It's better if you know the tune.

Comments

[joshi]

poesy? POESY?!

dude, this is a sad day for your elders.

[avantchicago]

I saw the Sun-Times. Nice work. I love the nod to the kids in attendance. Chicagoians love to read about the youth and art. ;)

[bryant]

thnxs kado...

poesy is goodman's term, though; somethin he threw out when he was tanked one nite

[joshi]

congratulations on the byline.

may you become the lester bangs of classical 'n roll.