Monday, June 25, 2012
Pride is over, all that’s left is a sunburn, a hangover and a bunch of pictures. Friday and Saturday Stan Hill stood on the stage at Ted Mann Concert Hall and waved his arms around for the last time. He’s going to wave his arms at us in Denver in a couple of weeks at GALA, then he’s off to sip “Stanhattans” in Palm Springs. We’re gonna miss him something fierce. I’m sure he’s not going to let his talent rust: I’m sure we’ll see more compositions out of him.
At the concert, we introduced the Twin Cities to our new Artistic Director, Ben Riggs. He’ll be the one waving his arms around next year, and he got …
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Monday, June 4, 2012
When I was seven years old, my Christmas present was a gift that keeps on giving: chicken pox. My mom probably brought me over to see little Dennis when he had them on purpose. He’d have been about two at the time, so he probably doesn’t remember it. The idea, of course, is that they wanted me to get chicken pox and get them over with while I was still a kid, ’cause they’re a lot worse when you get them as a grown-up. Nowaways we live in a more civilized age where we can vaccinate, but they didn’t have the chicken pox vaccine when I was a kid, or wingnuts like Michele Bachmann crusading against it.
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