Walking into a Sauce Boss show is like stirring up a big silver pot filled with all five of your senses. He may look like Chef Boyardee, but this cook can rock.
At his shows, the air is filled with comforting aromas of simmering onions, green peppers, and smoked sausage. Swanky blues slithers from a steel, slide guitar right through your ear drum then sinks down into your chest forcing your heart beat to match up with his rhythm. A chef stands on stage singing the blues all the while seasoning and stirring. Then as the show winds down, everyone gets their own cup of that sweet, sweet gumbo!
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In an age when popular culture moves so fast it is hurriedly served cold, promptly chewed up, and sometimes even swallowed whole, the death of a celebrity has become the only true way to bring the media to a stand still. The initial news of the megastar celebrity death may begin like a whirlwind, but like the clouds of a tornado, wind speeds will quickly slow and nothing will be left but the calm after the storm — when all pop culture comes to a screeching halt.
Since Michael Jackson’s passing almost two weeks ago, no real news about his death has broken, but our media outlets are still standing outside talking about his death waiting for the next funnel clouds to form. But how can we blame them? America is a culture obsessed with celebrity and always, a great come-back story.
Americans love their celebrities, especially when they crumble, fall apart and disappear for years before finally reappearing reinvented and new. And while most come-back stories begin with a celebrity seemingly returning from the dead, I think the most beloved come-back story of all is when a celebrity dies too soon. Continue reading 'To Honor (and some stuff about Michael Jackson)'»
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