Cipher in the Snowhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERJU8YKlX4sWow, this fell out of my head. From third grade to eighth grade, the teachers would play this movie (and other "gems") for us when they ran out of material or if it was Friday or whenever. It was the most depressing thing one could watch and it seems that it was brought to us by Brigham Young University, the Morm...er, Latter Day Saints. Man, this POS thing is almost a documentary of where I grew up, what the kids were like, and all of the fucking snow, too - minus the Utah mountains, the adult concern, and the dramatic music.
I guess there was little regard for the separation of church and state where I grew up. Huh, from first to ninth grade, our music curriculum consisted of mostly military songs from our little song books. It was as if we were being indoctrinated into something:
http://www.jeananyon.org/docs/anyon-1981.pdfWe did get some relief when Mr. Wollin would take over class and bang away on the piano. I can clearly see now that he was completely hung over and totally hated children. When he would lose his place in the music or trip over the keys, we would laugh and he would slam has palm on the top of the stand up piano and scream "Junior!" so loudly that the strings would reverb.
I wonder if this was the experience of any other working-class kids of the 1970s out there.
In Memoriam - Cliff Evanshttps://youtu.be/ERJU8YKlX4s?t=608
My Poem About Frogs by Cliff EvansI Like Frogs.They siton great Logs.They jump real hit up To the sky. I wish they I could Jump High Like aFrog.Minus the random capital letters and problems with spacing words, at least we have his best work. Too bad that he didn't live long enough to meet Brick from the Death of Ritchie. He woulda jumped really, really high! Just like a frog! Or a hat, or a broach, or a pterodactyl!
Quite a guy, that Cipher.
He will be missed.
