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Elaine Johnson’s Door County Expose & No Name String Band on WYK

March 27, 2017

This Saturday, April 1 (no foolin’) on Whad’ya Know @ High Noon

Elaine Johnson tears the cover off her Sister Bay expose “Stories From Yesterday,”

and we’ll be barn dancing in the old saloon with the hard-driving No Name String Band!

Whad’ya Know @ High Noon Saloon, 701 E Washington, Madison, Sat April 1 at noon!

But wait there’s more: here’s Elaine Johnson’s audition tape!

Money Talks Bullsh*t Walks Only on Whad’ya Know on iTunes

March 27, 2017

Because it’s Whad’ya Know, that’s why. On iTunes.

Still No. 3 from “Whad’ya Do Now?” March 30, Barrymore, Madison

March 22, 2017

 

Mike at Crystal Corner explains he listened to Michael for 30 years “and he never made any sense,” from the Feldman biopic “Whad’ya Do Now?” opening the Wisconsin Film Festival, March 30, Barrymore Theater, Madison.

Communique from Comrade F

March 18, 2017

Brother Clyde

February 20, 2017

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Jim Packard actually knew Clyde Stubblefield before I did, from back in the Radio Free Madison days when, as “Jim St. John,” he welcomed Clyde, fleeing James Brown, upon his arrival in the sanctuary city of Madison. So, when we started Whad’ya Know in June of 1985, Jim was my Clyde connection for only our second live guest on the show (after Ben Sidran, another Packard connection), the Funky Drummer, Clyde Stubblefield.

On that first show Clyde showed us his patented licks, including the Popcorn from Lickin’ Stick, and submitted one of several versions of how he came up with it I’ve heard since: the chugga-chugga of the train on the trestle over their Chattanooga valley home, answered by the kurchunk-kurchunk of his mother’s ringer washer in the yard–why she did her laundry in the yard I’ll never know.

Clyde was great on all the shows he was on, primarily road shows after I jumped out of my seat too many times on our small stage with his kick right behind me. Clyde played on maybe 150 road shows altogether. He was fun on the run, but I can’t tell you why in print. My only regret in all that time was paying his way into a former plantation in North Carolina, especially when the restored southern belle of the manor was showing off the huge mahogany table the slaves had rescued from the Great Fire. Clyde turned to me and said, “it’s me, the damn table burns.”

Clyde may have liked me because, unlike his last boss, James Brown, I always paid him, and I never fined him (5 dollars!) for missing a beat. Plus he got his choice of gifts or offerings from audience or guests, and any props he could smuggle back on the plane, which included a huge dummy wine bottle which Clyde somehow got on the plane, took home, and saved nickels in. Last time I saw the bottle it was 2/3 filled. With nickels. Had Clyde saved quarters he would’ve been well-heeled.

Clyde called me Brother Michael. Even my brothers don’t do that. I suspect he called everybody Brother or Sister something, but I think he meant it towards me, because sometimes he added–“from different mothers.” I reciprocated by going to nearly every Funky Drummer Funky Monday in every funky bar in Madison in which he held forth, for years. I went more of Clyde’s gigs than Clyde, who sometimes had something better to do. Early on during this fan love Clyde told me to be ready to get up and sing something one of these Mondays, and I probably spent a decade trying to work something up–Town Without Pity, World Without Love–(I was big on withouts in those days)–and yet, while he always acknowledged me from the stage, he never, ever, called me up to it. Too bad, because, (hit it!) “Please lock me away, and don’t allow the day, here inside, where I hide, with my loneliness . . .”

Which is how I feel today, in a world without Clyde.

 

Michael Feldman

Alt-Thanksgiving at Whad’ya Know!

November 22, 2016

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You know this will be the last Thanksgiving the national turkeys get a presidential pardon.

Let’s not think about that. Or the Hillary/Trump tables at Thanksgiving.

Let’s think about Alt-Thanksgiving at Whad’ya Know at the High Noon in Madison!

So Alt- it’s even on a Saturday–November 26.

So Alt- the only politics brought up will be jokes you very nearly feel comfortable laughing at!

Should the above fail, a world-renowned comic,  Andy Kindler–Mort the Mortician, will break you up!

John & Jeff will play NO HOLIDAY TUNES!

Bloody Mary’s galore to combat any vestiges of holiday depression!

And a chance to win fabulous if useless prizes on the Whad’ya Know quiz! We’re talking finger unicorns here!

Alt-Thanksgiving, Whad’ya Know @ High Noon, 701 E Washington, Madison, Saturday November 26, at noon.

You owe it to yourself.

Packers–Help Near as DePere

November 21, 2016

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While it’s generally conceded Coach Mike McCarthy’s 2016 Packers are reduced to playing for much-needed draft picks (the 2005 4-12 Packers were so bad they earned Aaron Rodgers in the draft) should the Pack want to turn things around in the short run, hope may be as near as DePere–and it’s already Green and Gold. I’m speaking, of course, of St. Norbert’s, whose chaste but enthusiastic cheerleaders have long graced Lambeau’s sidelines, and whose Green Knights went  7-1 this past season, once again owning the Midwest Conference. Long a  powerhouse in Division III, the Green Knights have gone an astounding 145-38 since 1999.

The Green Knights head coach, Dan McCarty, 17-2 in his first 2 seasons (after a record-setting run with the Sturgeon Bay HS Clippers), already familiar with the Packers playbook from the St. Norbert’s Packer training camps, could easily be suited up and on the sidelines at Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia for Monday night football on November 28th, and, he could bring with him St Norbert’s talented still-in-playing-shape cornerbacks coach DJ Bland, 4 year Eastern Illinois Ohio Valley Conference winning Panther veteran, as both player and mentor to a secondary that could use both.

Precipitous? Perhaps. But, realistically, the only other scenario for a born-again Green Bay Packers, being the only NFL franchise without an owner to make needed heads roll, requires an influenza pandemic of a scope not seen since 1918 to tragically take out the entire board of directors, Ted Thompson on down. Not only is this unlikely, no Packer fan wants to have to resort to disease to make things good again. There is, after all, precedent for a non-epidemic transition of power in Green Bay–the 2005 Packers, mentioned above, not only found new life after Mike Sherman, they did so with a very promising young fellow who worked his way up from a Pennsylvania Turnpike toll booth to the exalted ranks of Packers head coaches, Mike McCarthy.

With St. Norbert’s Dan McCarty, not only do you have a priori a more impressive resume than young McCarthy’s, their very names are so close the Packers would not need to change their stationary.