Happy Birthday Uncle Stevie
I was reading a post on photographer Alec Soth’s blog where Alec linked to this Entertainment Weekly article by Stephen King.
Stephen King: Lessons from ”Ellen” | Entertainment Weekly
…a customer shopping in Best Buy — just an ordinary fortysomething dude dressed in jeans, a black T-shirt, and sunglasses. Looks like that male-pattern baldness thing is starting to make itself known in his life. He’s shopping, I guess. Then the clip’s audio kicks in with one of the greatest rock songs of all time: ”Going to a Go-Go,” by Smokey Robinson & the Miracles. (No, it’s not on my list. Silly me, I forgot it.) Shopper dude with the thinning hair starts to move a little. Checks out something on the counter of a momentarily unattended checkout station. It’s of no interest to him, but the music starts to hit him. He pops a hip. And then — great God A’mighty — he starts to dance. Before long he’s really busting moves; I mean this guy is doing his duty and shaking his booty. If your Uncle Stevie is lyin’, he’s dyin’.
The Best Buy dancer video is on YouTube right here.
As I read the King article it dawned on me that is Uncle Stevie’s birthday today. Happy B’Day Uncle Stevie!
I’m not related to Stephen King whatsoever as far as I know. We’ve never met. I call him Uncle Stevie, and he calls me “Constant Reader”. It’s a pretty cozy relationship.
He has an auction up on eBay right now, in case you don’t have the Dark Tower series yet and five grand is burning a hole in your wallet.
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