It’s that time of year when you grab a glass, kiss a stranger, and say b-bye to the last 12 months, against the I’m-over-this-year soundtrack, Auld Lang Syne. Loosely translated to “For Long Ago,” Auld Lang Syne was created by Scottish poet Robert Burns. Burns repurposed (read: stole) the words from a drunkard in a bar, added more lyrics and voilà. I think it’s no coincidence that revelers warble the tune inebriated.
Minister. High school dropout. Drummer. Multi-platinum recording artist. Quadriplegic. All of these words describe Teddy Pendergrass, none of them define him.
Eager to get out of town, I Google “Events in Philadelphia.” I Am Who I Am, The Life and Legacy of Teddy Pendergrass appears in the search results and I am in the car heading to the city of Brotherly Love.