I had so much trouble yesterday getting Blogger and my computer and the Intertubes all working together that I completely forgot to tell this story:
After the Janis Ian concert, as we were walking away, I asked my 28-year-old son Sean what he'd thought of "Society's Child."
He looked uncomfortable and said, "It was like a song from another planet. I mean, it just doesn't seem possible anymore."
"Really?" I said. "A song about a white girl whose parents won't let her date a young black man seems alien to you?"
"Well, it's just so . . . screwed up. To somebody of my generation it doesn't seem possible that things could be like that."
"Let me ask you," I said, "does an ax handle mean anything to you? Lester Maddox? George Wallace?"
Sean just looped puzzled.
"Well, good," I said. "That's good."
Above: Remember the picture I took of my notebook with the Janis Ian concert pass? I printed it out and glued taped it to the cover of the notebook. How recursive can you get? Then I took it to the Philadelphia Museum of Art last night for an Art After Five event and used it as a coaster for a moonflower -- sparkling wine, elderflower liqueur, and a lychee. Who says the world isn't getting better?