Sam Cooke's lament -- "Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody" -- summed up my social situation after, for reasons known only to my unconscious. I'd blown the Sweet 16 by ignoring my friendly good-looking date in favor of a sarcastic snob at the next table.
If my dad, Carl Sigman, were around on the day the rains came to California last month in the midst of the worst drought the state has seen in centuries, he might have said, 'Mother Earth smiled again.'
It's easy to understand why the citizens of Detroit may feel offended by the large amount of attention that is paid to their abandoned factories, stores and homes. It must seem like there are people coming from all over the globe to trade on a city's agony.
I forever owe Detroit a huge debt of gratitude, as does anybody who's loved contemporary music this past half century. Before we bailed Detroit out, Detroit bailed us out of a lot of boredom and bad moods.