An old man's Sunday morning annotated “Shout out, do not hold back! Lift up your voice like a trumpet!” said the prophet Isaiah, which we read in church on Sunday, but nobody shouted. We are flatlanders, brought up to be still and behave ourselves and listen to instructions, but if the instruction is to shout out and raise your voice, wait to see if other people do it and then, depending on which ones do, maybe do it yourself but quietly. And we are Episcopalian so what would we shout? A poem by Mary Oliver? A recipe for bouillabaisse?
I would shout, “God help us and do it soon.” I was provoked last week to wonder where I would go if Democrats hand over the White House and the Current Occupant remains for sixteen or twenty years until he’s in his mid-thirties and I thought, “Iceland.” England is an obvious choice but I don’t understand Brits when they talk and Icelanders speak beautiful English. I was in Reykjavik once, driving around, lost, and saw a large white home by the sea and walked up and knocked on the door and it was opened by the president of Iceland. It was his home. He told me how to get back to my hotel. He spoke perfect English, of course. Imagine knocking on the door of a white house and it’s opened by the C.O. The thought is depressing, not to mention his English.
But the Sunday service moved on to the confession of sins and I thought of my unfair bias against pop music of the past thirty years and the replacement of melody and harmony with rapping and tapping and my shameful bias against people with tattoos. This is wrong of me to dismiss my fellow creatures just because, on a crazy impulse years ago, they had enormous orange flames inscribed on their left shoulder. Or the young woman I saw in the grocery last week with green leaves tattooed on her neck. Just because she imagined herself as a trellis is no reason to look down on her. Someday I may be in a vegetative state myself and I hope people are no less kind for that. Read the rest of the column >>> |
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This month: Garrison takes the show on the road Shake off that winter cabin fever and join Garrison as he takes a number of shows on the road this month!
Next week he'll be visiting Madison and Milwaukee with his one-man show, Garrison Keillor: Stories, Songs, Poetry, Humor. In the closest thing Garrison's ever done to standup, he'll tell stories about his childhood, entertain you with wry observational comedy, and lead the audience in memorized poetry and song. Ticket info below: Wed Feb 12 – Lake Forest, IL (sold out) Thurs Feb 13 – Milwaukee, WI at 8 pm >>>
Fri Feb 14 – Madison, WI at 8 pm >>>
Next, Garrison returns to his home of Minneapolis for two nights at the elegant Dakota Jazz Club with trained jazz vocalist Heather Masse and Rich Dworsky accompanying on piano. Expect to hear some of your favorite love songs, plus treasured memories and comedy. Keillor shares anecdotes about life, love, and art, while Masse and Dworsky bring sweet harmony and innovative improvised piano to the table. Fans will be transported to a place of camaraderie, simplicity, and gratitude.
Dakota: Tues Feb 18 at 7 pm >>>
Dakota: Wed Feb 19 at 7 pm >>> And finally, on February 29 (Leap Day!), Garrison will be joining soprano Maria Jette and pianist Dan Chouinard at a fundraiser for The Woman's Club of Minneapolis, which, coincidentally, is where Prairie Home Productions has its offices! The Club recently won a coveted grant that will help them begin renovating their historic 600-seat theater that was first opened in 1928. Once these repairs can be made, they hope to host more and more shows of all varieties in the Club. Make your own contribution today by purchasing a show ticket or a show + dinner ticket.
Fundraiser: Sat Feb 29 at 8 pm >>> |
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| Thanks to all our subscribers and listeners, we sold through the first pressing of CDs for this newest collection of monologues and we had to reprint! With that achievement comes a lot of inventory, so for one week, we are lowering the price of this great collection of News from Lake Wobegon monologues that aired between 2014 and 2016. Each of the twelve stories was taken from a different month of the year to show you how much can happen in a 'Year in Lake Wobegon.' Musical interludes spruce it up, and the liner notes include poems for each month. Here is the poem for the month of February:
FEBRUARY
It is a strange winter, January mixed in with April,
A cold snap and the next day everything thaws.
And you wonder if the buses run and if the morning paper'll
Come this morning––if we can still trust in natural laws.
We worry about our grandchildren and greenhouse gases
And then we get in the car and venture forth
In blind faith that a bad spell eventually passes,
A faith we were brought up with here in the North.
We are taciturn people and we have known dark nights
When ghosts attacked us and recrimination and remorse.
And we got up, put on a bathrobe, turned on a few lights,
Made tea, and said nothing about it to anyone of course.
And when spring comes, and the crocuses and purple gentian,
I'd like to undress you, though it's nothing I would ever mention. Buy now >>> |
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