Worst Show Ever

30 Feelgood (Feelgood & Friends) @ his home in Lompoc, CA (8/9/18)

Worst Show Ever
30 Feelgood (Feelgood & Friends) @ his home in Lompoc, CA (8/9/18)
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Feelgood played bass in a band with my dad before I was born. And when I started playing bass as a teenager, Feelgood would sometimes come over and show me how to play my favorite Pearl Jam and Green Day songs on the bass. He's been a gigging musician since the 60's, and continues to this day. For all those reasons, this episode is very special to me, and stands out among the rest has having a particular value to it. Nobody else on this show has known me since I was a baby, much less knew my folks before I was even in the picture. That said, some of what Feelgood told me during our conversation blew my mind—particularly the story he tells towards the end of the episode. EDIT: After publishing the episode, my mom commented on a story I shared from my childhood, and told me how she remembered it differently. We occasionally disagree about stories from that long ago, but in this case, I trust her memory more than mine. I say here that a little boy called my sister a racial slur, and that my mom went to report this behaviour to his father, who didn't find it problematic at all. As my mom recalls, that was no the sequence of events. In fact, the dad told his kids they weren't to play with us anymore because we were N*****s, particularly my little sister who is darker than me, though we're both mixed. My sister was 5 years old. Anyway, just wanted to set the record straight. My mom did come very close to whooping that dad's ass, but restrained herself. She mentions this was aided by the fact that when she went to talk to him, he kept the screen door between them and didn't leave his house. I fucking love my mom.
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