image via The Beat who copped it from Shotgun Stories
The Hyper Southern Gothic Murdaugh Saga
coming soon to a drive-in theater near you
Boating under the influence,
way down south
in the godforsaken backwater
of Colleton Country, South Carolina,
in addition to addiction, a double homicide –
alleged filicide –
mother and son dispatched
via assault weapon and shotgun,
a botched faux murder/staged suicide,
and earlier, in the abode of the accused,
a housekeeper tumbling
down steps to her death.
Did I mention
It's as if William Faulkner
and Flannery O'Connor
joined forces with
Add an ebon dash
of E.A. Poe
you got the hyper Southern Gothic Murdaugh saga.
Not about the Murdaughs of Colleton County whose family drama has entered the terrain of Greek tragedy, a once proud House suffering a Faulknerian fall akin to the Compsons’ collapse.
The Murdaugh saga commenced with drunken redheaded USC junior Paul Murdaugh crashing his boat and killing a passenger, followed by his and mother’s murder, their bodies discovered by father/husband Alex at the family hunting lodge. This weekend as Alex changed a tire on a country road, a bullet allegedly fired from a truck grazed his head. On Labor Day, he checked himself into rehab after resigning from his law firm amid accusations of missing millions. We’re talking two mini-series worth of real life Southern gothic mayhem that out-Outer-Banks Outer Banks.
Have at it, Netflix screenwriters. I’ve got better things not to do.
Not about Fletcher Henderson, underappreciated, who transformed Dixieland into Swing, led a big band that employed the likes of Louis Armstrong, Roy Eldridge, Coleman Hawkins, a band that provided the soundtracks for the Harlem Renaissance and Terrytoon animated shorts.
Not about Gandy Goose cartoons, an LSD substitute for tots, Gandy and pal Sour Puss bopping along, the jazz soundscape providing syncopation for the herky jerky action of the animation, often dream sequences with metamorphoses galore. BTW, Gandy Goose and Sour Puss sound as if they could be a Jamaican Dance Hall duo a la Yellowman and Fathead.
Not about Dub Shaman Scratch Perry, Reggae producer extraordinaire, mentor to Bob Marley, Scratch ping-ponging in the studio from synthesizer to guitar to drums in a creative dance that makes music rather than the music making the dance. An incredibly important figure in 20th century music that virtually no one has heard of.
Not about cherubic grandson Julian Levi Moore who just celebrated his two-month birthday.
So, that’s it. What are you not writing about today?