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A Thousand Words: The Briefcase

July 8th, 2009
by Robin Slick

PHILADELPHIA, PA-

My father was a prodigy who left school at age seventeen to go on the road with a big band. At the pinnacle of his career, which occurred when he was twenty years old, he landed a gig as a trombonist in the Buddy Rich Band until, as I would learn years later, he got fired for being too fucked up – and how fucked up must he have been for a jazz musician to lose his job over that. After Buddy reamed his ass and booted it back to Philadelphia, my dad did a brief stint as a session musician, which meant if someone like Peggy Lee or Sammy Davis, Jr. came to town and needed a trombone player, my father got the call. And so he eked out a living that way, until, he insisted, the Beatles killed jazz.

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Robin Slick

Hostel!

June 28th, 2009
by Robin Slick

PHILADELPHIA, PA-

A couple of years ago, I landed in an East German youth hostel where I was actually dumb enough to think that people all over the world spoke English as a second language.  Let me also add that in addition to not being a youth and someone more accustomed to hotels which offered fluffy robes and left imported chocolates on the pillow, I had never traveled outside of the United States before and had no idea what staying in a foreign hostel entailed.

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