Bio
I Was Young When I Left Home
Introduction I Was Young When I Left Home Against the Eighties Out of the Nineties My Aughts All You Need to Know The Beginning and the End Further Reading
More Writing
Blog Scottish Places Personal Essay Critical Work Annotated Playlists Ephemera

John Proctor

I've never even been to Salem. I'm a writer.
Bio
I Was Young When I Left Home
Introduction I Was Young When I Left Home Against the Eighties Out of the Nineties My Aughts All You Need to Know The Beginning and the End Further Reading
More Writing
Blog Scottish Places Personal Essay Critical Work Annotated Playlists Ephemera
las vegas new orleans.jpg

12 Strange Days of Christmas: On Location

Thursday's Christmas Vacation reference reminded me of the great conundrum of that movie: It's Christmas but they're not on vacation. This has always bothered me for reasons that are undoubtedly a little obsessive-compulsive (bait and switch!), but being bothered by it for a few minutes led me to today Christmas gift - Christmas on location! Some are vacation, and some are right at home, but they're all Christmas in their own way, and in their own place.

Black guys with their rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese, and collard greens in Queens, and a white guy in Hawaii with his lei. Who lives there, and who's just visiting?

I've never been to Las Vegas, but the shuffling beat of this song, deliberately derivative of Elvis and Wayne Newton, sounds like Las Vegas to me, and it's a lot cheaper.

I've been to New Orleans plenty, and all hail the great Satchelmouth for getting it right. From the magnolia trees at night, to barefoot choirs, to that bright honking trumpet - golly what a spirit, and you can only hear it down on Basin Street. Or in a 3-minute digitized track. 

Newer:12 Strange Days of Christmas: Bad Santa, Part IOlder:12 Strange Days of Christmas: Christmas Means Nothing to Me
PostedDecember 16, 2017
AuthorJohn Proctor