Phoning It In
In April 1986, I was at home in New York, half watching 60 Minutes, the CBS news programme, when a piece came on, called The Defector. It was about a pop star named Dean Reed. He was handsome. He was American. He was singing Heartbreak Hotel and Tutti Frutti and he was doing it in the Soviet Union, and this was only the earliest days of glasnost when rockers in Red Square were not at all commonplace. I'd never even heard of him; I sat up.
Gwen pointed me to this article in the Guardian about Dean Reed, the "red elvis," and it reminded me of Dean Reed, who he? one of the all time great rW threads.
I wish I had more time update my web page with text. I have been enjoying reading about the election and posting snarky sidebar links over at randomWalks. Also, all that Baseball was exhausting.
excuses ... excuses
Posted by: tuckergurl | October 30, 2004 at 06:24 PM
Funny, the day I saw that article on Dean Reed, his widow wrote me an email cc:ed lots of others about her feelings on Marxism.
Posted by: gwen | November 01, 2004 at 11:01 AM
I wish his widow had a blog! I'd love to read that email.
Posted by: David Jacobs | November 01, 2004 at 11:58 AM