Blue-Collar Fugue: The Podcast

Blue-Collar Fugue: The Podcast

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Blue-Collar Fugue: The Podcast episodes

  • Edible Easter (video companion piece)

    Grab your popcorn and pot cookies and enjoy this companion piece to my newest essay (or, if you prefer: Here’s the essay).

    -Uncle J

    Original music by MIDWEST, Bernard Herrmann, and Josh Sauvageau



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    19 min
  • March Madness! (podcast and video essay version)

    A podcast/video version of my essay "MARCH MADNESS!" https://bluecollarfugue.substack.com/p/march-madness



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    13 min
  • A Poem for Mom's Birthday

    My mom, Laurel Jean [Lemke] Sauvageau turns 80 years young next Monday, March 16th. Five years ago, I wrote this poem for her 75th, and since it was peak Covid times, there was no possibility of my spending that day with her in Fargo. So, I reached out to friends and family to ask them to read lines of this poem to her, then I edited it together and played a dumb little piano melody in the background.

    I’m happy that I’ll get to spend her 80th with her next weekend. Please join me in celebrating my #1 Substack fan: Mom Sauvageau.

    My mom has struggled with arthritis for the past sixty years. The disease has caused painful swelling in her joints and she’s had countless surgeries and tried various medications with very little success. She has had flexor tendon surgeries that fused together the tendons of multiple fingers in order to allow the fingers at least some range of motion. She’s had joint replacement surgeries in her knuckles and lately those replacements have started to fail.

    Aside from the physical pain, which I’m sure is constant, Mom also faces an emotional strain. With hands that don’t look like they used to, I’ve often caught people staring at Mom’s hands. Her subconscious reaction is to hide her hands. And I always thought that was a tragedy, because I know the beauty that Mom produced with her hands over her lifetime. She was a cross-stitcher, a painter, a pianist. She made lunches and dinners for my sisters and I, cleaned toilets and litterboxes, chauffeured us wherever we wanted to go.

    And that’s where this poem comes in.

    Hide Not Your Hands

    Hide not your hands,

    which you balled into walnut-sized fists,
    at your christening:
    so small, they named you Bitsy.
    Hide not your hands, which you tucked into armpits
    while your “dad” wrapped
    his rough hands around an axe handle
    and hacked your piano to kindling.
    Hide not your hands, which scribbled love letters to your man in Vietnam,
    Hands you posed on your hips in a picture sent to him
    in your bathing suit by the banks of the Red River.
    Hide not your hands, which quakingly cradled coins for the Fotomat man.
    Hide not your hands, which clutched rosary beads like pearls
    on your wedding day.
    Hide not your flintlock hands, which thrice sparked life into this world:
    Hide not your choral hands that hummed our tiny baby backs.
    Hide not your mermaid’s hands that splashed us in the bath.
    Hide not your gymnast’s hands, which balanced salt and sweet of bars.
    Hide not your patient hands, which wished on shooting stars.
    Hide not your nurse’s hands that sutured patches onto jeans.
    Hide not your teller’s hands that banked bologna onto cheese.
    Hide not your bassist’s hands, which jazzed up shirts with puffy paint.
    Twist not your anxious hands for all the things you can’t constrain.
    Hide not your distant hands, which mailed cookies to me at sea,
    Hide not your nearby hands, which passed a rose to me,
    on the pier.
    Hide not your choral hands that hummed your grandkids’ baby backs.
    (Grandkids who turned Bitsy into Bokie)
    You hid your hand after one of your operations:
    It was Christmastime at the airport
    and your hand was wrapped up
    in a velvety red stocking
    with a raven, feathered cuff.
    You held your hidden hand close to your heart,
    as you kissed my cheek, gripped me in a hug,
    and whispered I’ll show you in the car.
    It glowered like a bionic weapon;
    metallic exoskeleton with springs,
    harsh and brittle, spindly thing.
    For weeks, you kept that stocking in the car,
    in case you had to pop into a store.
    It tore apart my heart
    (that you should ever hide your hands).
    The disease and surgeries
    have pulverized your poor hands:
    buckled knuckles,
    flattened phalanges.
    Your left ring finger no longer fits your ring,
    but your hand clasped dad’s tightly
    when you danced at your golden anniversary.
    In each photo you do your best
    to hide your crooked hands.
    I know the technique well.
    It’s the same way with my teeth.
    It’s the same way with us all,
    when something’s hidden underneath.
    But hide not your hands
    which have held, and bled, and toiled,
    and shared only love and generosity,
    for three quarters of a century.



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    6 min
  • Body Tides! The Podcast!

    Voiced by Alysha, Tommy and Yours Truly. Mixed by Uncle Jonny. March, 2026.

    Visit Rabbit Rabbit and Free Jazz On The CTA



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    25 min
  • Coming March 3rd: BODY TIDES!

    Friends, please take caution when opening this video as it may will certainly introduce RansomWare™️ to your device.

    To Celebrate the 2026 WORM MOON on March 3rd, Uncle Jonny is collaborating with Alysha Daytner and Free Jazz on the CTA to bring you a very special essay on Body Tides. If you haven’t already done so, please subscribe to their publications and watch these spaces on the eve of the WORM MOON.

    In the meantime, please consider this VHS video that was wrapped in brown paper and duct tape and mysteriously left on Uncle Jonny’s doorstep.

    THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER!



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    2 min
  • Of flotsam and ice (podcast version)

    I recorded and mixed an audio version of my most recent essay about the ICE occupation of Minneapolis and Saint Paul.

    Contains tape from ICE interactions, interviews, and press conferences.

    Original soundtrack and sound design by me, with additional music by Brian Eno, La Mafia, Dillinger Four, and Virgin Whores.

    Special thanks to Remy Montgomery-Rodgers (my writing coach) for giving me the idea for this essay and for providing their voice to this podcast.



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    40 min
  • Fløgen dar Schnuchtmånn

    Merry Holiday time



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    4 min
  • Poetry reading from Saturday, November 15th, 2025

    Hello friends! Just a quick note today. Last night I read three poems for the 2025 Veterans Telling Stories Literary Reading at the Loft in downtown Minneapolis. Many thanks to Paul Van Dyke (founder of Veterans Telling Stories) and to all the other writers, readers, and everyone who came out.

    I hope you are doing well!



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    9 min
  • Last Letter Home (audio)

    A poem written for a sailor lost in World War II, with the original audio from the sailor at the very end.



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    5 min

About Blue-Collar Fugue: The Podcast

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A podcast inspired by Bach’s fugues, slasher flicks of the 1980s, and the smell of cassettes.