I just pray there's some bright and blessed bastard out there who had the good sense to sit Black Moses down and record, extensively, his words on what it took for a country boy to compose a symphony for a film about a heroic black ganster; and win Oscar gold in the process.
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We've heard (prefab) rags-to-riches stories like Bernie Mac's before. But wouldn't it be a shame if no one's captured and prepared to disseminate the Mac Man's parting thoughts on how, if nothing else, there's no greater fortune than one's health.
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My mother off-handedly reminded me on the phone tonight that my pop turns 63 in the morning. He'll treat it, when I call, like it's JUST ANOTHER DAY.
But it ain't. The cool, old school dudes are dropping like flies. So I'm going to insist that pop sits down tomorrow and records at least an hour on the cassette player I sent him last Christmas.
Let's not let the men we admire take their greatest stories never told with them to the grave.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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