While it was nice visiting my brother, sister-in-law and too-frequently-a-muggle nephew, perhaps next year I won't visit Mississippi in July. Hot and muggy. Good offhand shrimp and oysters, though. Never did have a really great meal in the Biloxi/Gulfport area, even in a visit to New Orleans, but the average Poboy or friend oyster plate were great. Sort of like cheese here in Mpls: You don't really think about it, but the stuff you get for cheap in the stores is most likely a local product of high quality.
A languid visit. During the lazy, hazy days down south, my brain was on idle. Still, I managed to come up with one interesting idea. wormquartet said that he tries to put the word "nipple" in every song. That, of course, reminded me of Al Hirschfeld. Hirschfeld was an artist known for his caricatures and clean lines. After the birth of his daughter Nina, he hid the word "nina" in his drawings, and then put the number of Ninas near his signature. It became a game with his fans to see if they could find them all.
Shoebox could do the same thing with "nipple". On every album cover, he could discreetly put the number of Nipples in an out-of-the-way place that only we fans would understand the significance of. Legions of adoring WQ groupies would spend their lunch hours listening to the album, finding them all. The game would appeal to horny teenagers and sophisticated Broadway patrons at the same time.
Yeah. It was really hot down there.