Just sayin’…
I knew his daddy. Pat Patrick. A fine jazz musician. He played for many years with perhaps the outest jazz group that ever existed, the Sun Ra Orchestra. The fact that a son of someone who played with the Emperor of Outness (You could look it up.) could stand on the dais of a national political convention and lay down the truth of the situation in no uncertain terms, that he could ascend to the governorship of the most Puritan-based state in America after growing up around the craziness and push to the edge of NYC in the Lower East Side of NYC in the ’60s and ’70s…I dunno what to say except:
VAYA, bro’!!!
Tell it like it is!!!
AG
P.S. Compared to the just-ended speech from Julian Castro…heavily-hyped even before it went down and already the receiver of a great deal of support due to his Hispanic heritage and the practicalities of political competition in the U.S…Patrick’s was red meat to the max.
Talk about experiments with the truth!!!
Grow up listening to John Coltrane?
Step to the mainstream without losing the truth?
There’s hope for America yet.
Vaya, Deval.
Vaya!!!
