Sol Night, baby.
On one of my favorite albums ever, the indie version of Basehead's "Play with Toys," Michael Ivey — in character as lead singer in a fictional band called Jethro and the I-Forget-Which-Negroes — plays R&B covers to a redneck crowd. After ripping through a slow, B-flat version of James Brown's "Sex Machine," he hears a request: "Copacabana!" Ivey's Jethro is apoplectic. "Copacabana?!" he asks back, with no small degree of incredulity. "This is Soul Night, baby. Can't you tell?" Then the album segues into a studio version of 2000 B.C.
That just kills me. And it has nothing to do with this photo. 'Cept, my sons I and call it the Sol Patrol when we've got our lil Solecita. Or Sol Night, sometimes we call it that.
This photo of my oldest boy with his little sister was taken at Alexander's Bright Spot on Saturday morning, Nov. 11. Forrest went on to catch 10 passes, one for a touchdown, in a YMCA flag football game later that day. Sol wet her pants and was cute. In all it was a good day for everyone.
That just kills me. And it has nothing to do with this photo. 'Cept, my sons I and call it the Sol Patrol when we've got our lil Solecita. Or Sol Night, sometimes we call it that.
This photo of my oldest boy with his little sister was taken at Alexander's Bright Spot on Saturday morning, Nov. 11. Forrest went on to catch 10 passes, one for a touchdown, in a YMCA flag football game later that day. Sol wet her pants and was cute. In all it was a good day for everyone.
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