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.
Tag: The TAMI Show
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 … Continue reading ‘The T.A.M.I. Show’: A Groundbreaking ’60s Concert • NPR (7:32) Milo Miles Knows His Shit
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, … Continue reading The TAMI Show Award mock-up
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 … Continue reading Let’s Do It This Way (“DON’T” for non-dancers)
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. … Continue reading Finally tackling the damn “DON’T” dance
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 … Continue reading How Serene Gets Distracted (it’s for the best in this case)
A minute and a half in he’s the best dancer ever. So, what is it 15 minutes in?
Perfection And the model every other performance of any kind, throughout recorded history begins with.
