Corn Mo

Corn Mo

If you haven’t started your own podcast as an excuse for calling old friends for a conversation, you really should.

It was nice calling my friend Jon Cunningham, also known as Corn Mo.

Corn Mo is the kind of guy that can walk into a room full of strangers with an accordion, a cymbal and drumstick stuck to his shoe, and win over even the most cynical audiences.

Broadway World called him, “Charming troubadour and raconteur Corn Mo ,” and praise his, “patented combination of original songs, quirky, off-kilter anecdotes, and charisma,” and The Sydney Morning Herald described his songs as, “absurd, but his voice (as well as his piano and accordion playing) is so great it’s a pleasure to listen to – even when you’re not sure where the laughs are supposed to be.”

So anyhow, I gave Jon a call. I have to warn you, it was a bit awkward at first. I’ve cut out a lot of the pregnant pauses. I was a bit run-down, and I was calling Jon pretty early his time.  We both felt we proved we are just boring guys. We pretty much fell into the same conversation we would have had as roommates twenty odd years ago. (But we enjoyed it)

Before I jump into the conversation, I did just want to talk about Corn Mo’s music. He’s written and recorded a lot over the years, but I’m still impacted the most by some of the songs he was performing way back when I met him

Here’s just a bit from “Junior High

And this from “The Day Jason Klein cried

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Jackie Micucci

Photo: Andy Sweet

This episode is easy as Sunday morning.  That’s what time it was in Seattle when I spoke to my cousin Jackie Micucci.  Jackie is originally from Long Island, New York.  She’s one of my many relatives that I know, but I don’t know that well, and I certainly don’t see very often.  But even though I’ve only been in the same room with her a few times, I’ve always felt an affinity to her… probably because of her snarky comments on Facebook.  But the snark is a bit misleading.  As you’ll hear she’s practically a Pollyanna!

Jackie’s father and my Grandfather
Jackie’s father and my Grandfather
The three Micucci brothers