During the days of vaudeville, it was typical for Jewish and Irish musicians to pair up. While playing Irish halls, the Jewish fellow would adapt an Irish name, vice versa for the other when performing at Jewish ones.
In regard to a shadow existence; as a teen, my mom dated Neil Diamond. I often wondered if they had gotten married, if some variation of myself would've somehow been around. I think I'd learn to enjoy Hot August Night more, for starters. The Jazz Singer? No way, bub.
The Jazz Singer is a lot to ask of anyone.
Your mom dated Neil Diamond? That's a game-winning anecdote.
"Like an impostor without the dignity of a ruse." Very well put. You can't go home again.
Per jonder, agreed, it's a good line, but it's the wrong comparison. Think of twin studies: you would not be some vaguely familiar alien with a pint and a dog - a fine guy, no doubt, but an imposter if he's trying to portray you - you would be yourself, your own twin, the very Cobhish Chris, with your taste in collars, cuffs and sundry details, all the same enthusiasms and pathologies, yet with the overlay of a slightly different path through spacetime.
Amazing post . . . I've wandered through here from time to time for a while now. And this is one of the best posts I've read anywhere. Great songs, great read! Thanks!
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