Black Codes is an incredible album that will always have a special place in my memory.
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Matt is the author, co-author, secondary-author, ghost-author, and non-author of articles, speeches, book chapters, and even entire books! Next will be the bestseller "Losing My Religions." Currently, he is President of One Step for Animals; previously, he was shitcanned from more nonprofits than there is room to list here. Before Matt’s unfortunate encounter with activism, he was an aerospace engineer who wanted to work for NASA to impress Carl Sagan. His hobbies include photography, almost dying, and {REDACTED} He lives in Tucson with Anne and no dogs, no cats, and no African tortoises (although he cares for all of these).
Friday, June 5, 2020
Black Codes (from the Underground)
As a failed trumpet player (although not as bad as I was at baseball; sorry on both counts, Virgil), I was in awe of Wynton Marsalis when I first heard him. He was one of the first celebrities I met in person, back in the mid-80s (below). Ellis Marsalis (his father) and Marcus Roberts (who played with Wynton for several years) was the first concert (and first "date") Anne and I went on in 1992.
Black Codes is an incredible album that will always have a special place in my memory.
Black Codes is an incredible album that will always have a special place in my memory.
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