Friday, December 21, 2007

Misogynists on parade!

Friday, cigarette #3
Cup-a-Joe, Raleigh, NC, 10:25am


Donald Fagen (not a man celebrated for his sympathy toward the fairer sex) has a very sweet obituary for Ike Turner up at Slate:
By all accounts, Ike got higher every year, and meaner, too. It's really hard to focus when there's a Hellhound on your trail. From Ike's point of view, squinting through the harsh fallout from all that booze and goofy dust, he may have figured that forceful action needed to be taken to ensure that everything in his world was up to his rigidly high standards of organization. He may have determined that, with the Hound so close and all, he'd better at least have his ducks in a row. Chaos had to be fended off, and the ends justified the means. Or something like that. . .

"Sure, I've slapped Tina. . . We had fights and there have been times when I punched her without thinking. . . But I never beat her. . . I did no more to Tina than I would mind somebody doing to my mother in the same circumstances." Obviously, there was something Ike just didn't get about the whole hitting problem.
Read the whole thing—he practices Christian forgiveness and quotes Goethe!

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