The TAMI Show – serene

My Mother Named Me an Adjective (part I)

I was a Tami.  A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.

I hate it when Dad talks to me from beyond the grave — my skeletons are finally dancing

“If you have skeletons in your family closet you may as well make them dance.”

I was not always called Serene

I was not always called Serene, although it is my legal name. For the first five years of my life I was Tami. This is the name I first heard myself called; it is the name I first learned to write.

‘The T.A.M.I. Show’: A Groundbreaking ’60s Concert • NPR (7:32) Milo Miles Knows His Shit

Starts about dad’s Electronovision. Wrong on stating dad lost the rights almost immediately. Or at least half wrong. He kept he audio rights. But really amazing review. Milo Miles knows his stuff. I’ll come back and embed the audio, but I don’t want to forget this so until then, follow the link. How do you…

The TAMI Show Award mock-up

I posted this privately awhile back, before the world became consumed with the intrigue of what had always been the most useless of my obsessions: Russia. The post wasn’t secret, just detached and something I wanted to time right, I suppose. I haven’t even proofed it. Just scanned it. The fact that I didn’t publish…

Let’s Do It This Way (“DON’T” for non-dancers)

A completely unnecessary – but quick version of my first unnecessary “DON’T” dance post. In looking at this from as close to a 3rd-person Point of View -[POV] – I realized how much this, to a non-dancer, probably seems like something just slightly more impressive than mime; while https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/lp-EO5I60KA“>”Thinking Out Loud,” definitely an amazing dance…

Finally tackling the damn “DON’T” dance

Not so fucking easy and with the nerve damage there’s a bunch I have to change up; god, I realize now how deceptively easy it looks, but it is not. So, yeah, I need some kind of challenge to make me work. And Beyoncé isn’t doing it anymore and isn’t practical. (follow up quickie non-dancer aside)

Dad – Artfully Annoying – People Magazine: April 5, 1976

“He smokes Kools instead of stogies, but in every other flamboyant excess, Bill Sargent is the Don King of the showbiz hill…”

Ninety Years Ago Today My Father Was Born

Then turned on one toe, hopped off the huge wooden table and started off, head high, when I heard him slap the table hard with his big hand – the way everyone who knew him remembers he did in his constant, big-ness that encompassed all sight, movement, and certainly sound – and laughed his ass off.

How Serene Gets Distracted (it’s for the best in this case)

Went from James Brown to of course, the rip-off evolutions – Michael Jackson/Elvis Presley down through what is still the now only intimidating dance in my existence, Ed Sheeran’s official “Don’t” video and somehow still end up at a video with no dancing in it at all. Yet I think it’s worth it. (I still have to…