tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post7638611458940874911..comments2024-03-06T17:02:32.359-08:00Comments on the asshat lounge: The Wildnerness Years - One Small Step for the Man's Kind (pt. 1)Konohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-72951223042982316802015-03-27T03:50:49.462-07:002015-03-27T03:50:49.462-07:00Don't worry about poor August. They renamed a ...Don't worry about poor August. They renamed a Broadway theater after him. That RARELY happens. His legacy is secure. He wrote more than one masterpiece. Did you ever see <i>Jitney</i>? Jesus. I'll never be that good. Exile on Pain Streethttp://exileonpainstreet.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-52893508539719805562015-03-25T06:04:28.291-07:002015-03-25T06:04:28.291-07:00Exile- The little Voodoo Lady scared the living sh...Exile- The little Voodoo Lady scared the living shit out of me, she never spoke to me just stared all bug eyed like what the fuck is this cracker doin' in here again... but damn was that shit good.<br /><br />And yes i know Mr. Wilson, first taste was in grad school and i did run many of the same streets as he did, the Hill is not a place Whitey hangs out though and certain parts can get your ass in a sling quick... funny thing is i watched them tear down a boozer and the worst strip club in downtown Pgh to build the August Wilson African American Cultural Center, it was right behind the old Big World Bank Machine, designed to look like a slave ship it was a really neat building, it closed already due to financial mismangement and is being bought and my guess is turned in to more high end condos, poor August is rolling in his grave.Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-73720387030143640142015-03-24T04:01:32.340-07:002015-03-24T04:01:32.340-07:00You know the secret ingredient of the voodoo sauce...You know the secret ingredient of the voodoo sauce, don't you? Old black woman sweat. <br /><br />Jobs like that are what chased me right into the arms of Mother Coast Guard, except mine were in the ironbound naib of Cleveland. Different city, but the same, too.<br /><br />Do you know August Wilson? Playwright? His plays are all about this place you inhabited in Pittsburgh. Exile on Pain Streethttp://exileonpainstreet.com/noreply@blogger.com