Friday, August 1, 2008
“A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one.”
-Heraclitus of Ephesus
George Thorogood, a guitarist, rough around the musical edges, whose electric driven tunes are infused with raw references to alcohol and his inability to pay bills; James Thurber, a wordsmith, sharp as a blade, possessed of a notable and notorious wit: none but Spouse could link the two.
'Bad to the Bone' growled from the stereo last week and Spouse, long aware of my fondness for brittle and intelligent scribes of bygone eras, commented: "that's George Thurber, isn't it?" He realised his slip of the tongue as soon as the word was out. After all, he himself had introduced me to Thorogood just as I had brought Thurber to his attention.
Our admiration of both fellows, and the simple fact that they bring us immense enjoyment, ought to be sufficient reason to connect the two, at least within the confines of our little world.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 5:25 PM