1/31/2005
Coachella
The COACHELLA MUSIC & ARTS FESTIVAL line-up (as of 1/31) is as follows:
Saturday, April 30th: Coldplay, Bauhaus, Weezer, Cocteau Twins, The Chemical Brothers, Wilco, Keane, Snow Patrol, Rilo Kiley, Cafe Tacuba, Doves, Sage Francis, Armin Van Buuren, The Raveonettes, Bloc Party, Mercury Rev, Fantomas, Hernan Cattaneo, Zap Mama, DJ Peretz, The Secret Machines, Jamie Cullum, M83, Ambulance LTD, Four Tet, MF Doom, Josh Wink, Amp Fiddler, Tiga, The Kills, Donavon Frankenreiter, Spoon, Boom Bip, Katie Melua, DJ Marky, Immortal Technique, Jean Grae, Razorlight, Swayzak, Radio 4, Buck 65, Eisley, The Sexy Magazines, k-os.
Sunday, May 1st: Nine Inch Nails, New Order, Bright Eyes, Gang of Four, Prodigy, Black Star, The Faint, Roni Size, The Arcade Fire, Roots Manuva, DJ Krush, Thrice, Junkie XL, M.I.A., British Sea Power, The Dresden Dolls, Miss Kittin, The Fiery Furnaces, Aesop Rock, The Perceptionists, Jem, Autolux, Sixtoo, Tegan and Sara, Stereophonics, The Bravery, Matthew Dear, Diplo, Subtle, Beans, Shout Out Louds, The Futureheads, Sloan, Kasabian, The Blood Brothers, Matmos, Wolf Eyes, Gram Rabbit, Smokestacks, Zion I.
Saturday, April 30th: Coldplay, Bauhaus, Weezer, Cocteau Twins, The Chemical Brothers, Wilco, Keane, Snow Patrol, Rilo Kiley, Cafe Tacuba, Doves, Sage Francis, Armin Van Buuren, The Raveonettes, Bloc Party, Mercury Rev, Fantomas, Hernan Cattaneo, Zap Mama, DJ Peretz, The Secret Machines, Jamie Cullum, M83, Ambulance LTD, Four Tet, MF Doom, Josh Wink, Amp Fiddler, Tiga, The Kills, Donavon Frankenreiter, Spoon, Boom Bip, Katie Melua, DJ Marky, Immortal Technique, Jean Grae, Razorlight, Swayzak, Radio 4, Buck 65, Eisley, The Sexy Magazines, k-os.
Sunday, May 1st: Nine Inch Nails, New Order, Bright Eyes, Gang of Four, Prodigy, Black Star, The Faint, Roni Size, The Arcade Fire, Roots Manuva, DJ Krush, Thrice, Junkie XL, M.I.A., British Sea Power, The Dresden Dolls, Miss Kittin, The Fiery Furnaces, Aesop Rock, The Perceptionists, Jem, Autolux, Sixtoo, Tegan and Sara, Stereophonics, The Bravery, Matthew Dear, Diplo, Subtle, Beans, Shout Out Louds, The Futureheads, Sloan, Kasabian, The Blood Brothers, Matmos, Wolf Eyes, Gram Rabbit, Smokestacks, Zion I.
1/30/2005
Sunday Reading
I just had to purchase and read the New York Times today. Their newspaper, which comes out every single day, is really big on Sundays. Lots of sections, though I don't recall seeing the funnies?? They must have slipped under the couch. Oh, I wonder what sort of mischief Beetle Bailey has gotten himself into this week. Maybe Ms. Buxom will drop to her knees and... find that one old guy's AWOL documents...
Anyway, for an aspiring metrosexual like me, there's plenty to read. So here's what I did: Turned on a little Norah Jones, had a very light latte, waited for my single friends to call with a) brunch instructions!!! and b) to pour their hearts out about their irksome dates, and in the meantime, I simply devoured that paper. I'd like to start getting home delivery. I like the way they surround a story. Oh fuck it...
I liked bits and pieces of the moms who blog story. This one is by far the best: Bad Mother. I'll dig deep into it if only to find some infant sleep remedies, three or four posts down though, it looks as if she's still having trouble with night wakings.
Bernard Weinraub's farewell was creepy.
P.S. you know I've written one tiny piece for the sunday times. I'll link to it in a second. and i am dying to write more. the cynicism above is a transparent defense mechanism I learned circa Reality Bites . It's one of the few ways I know how to "cope."
Anyway, for an aspiring metrosexual like me, there's plenty to read. So here's what I did: Turned on a little Norah Jones, had a very light latte, waited for my single friends to call with a) brunch instructions!!! and b) to pour their hearts out about their irksome dates, and in the meantime, I simply devoured that paper. I'd like to start getting home delivery. I like the way they surround a story. Oh fuck it...
I liked bits and pieces of the moms who blog story. This one is by far the best: Bad Mother. I'll dig deep into it if only to find some infant sleep remedies, three or four posts down though, it looks as if she's still having trouble with night wakings.
Bernard Weinraub's farewell was creepy.
P.S. you know I've written one tiny piece for the sunday times. I'll link to it in a second. and i am dying to write more. the cynicism above is a transparent defense mechanism I learned circa Reality Bites . It's one of the few ways I know how to "cope."
Public Enemy
Gigantic jamboree at the end of February.
1/28/2005
US GOVT
1.28.05
Dear U.S. Government Department of Giving Money to Agreeable Journalists,
I’ve often been on the record for loathing every single action of the Bush presidency, however, it has come to light recently that a few writers and pundits like Armstrong Williams and Maggie Gallagher have collected swordfish-sized checks for trumpeting your genius initiatives in their columns, as well as performing some other nebulous, think-tank, focus group, hip-hip hooray scribblings.
Now, I know I’ve been disparaging in the past, but when I think of the next four majestic years of Bush-thunked up policies in action, I really just kind of find myself cozying up to it all. I don’t use the word visionary often, but goddamn it, something magical is happening to your United States and I want in. I operate outside of the “beltway” and do most of my work on the internets and webs that can pop up on our citizens’ home and workplace computer systems from time to time.
Let’s brainstorm: I’m good at brochures. I’m better at getting an assignment to create a brochure (and a paycheck for it) then flaking out and not finishing it, but that’s a bridge for us to cross later on. (and maybe learn from) Let’s try to work together. I’m good at researching internet porn for the purposes of letting other people know it is “wrong.” I’m good at writing about the effects of drinking 24 12-ounce cans of Old Milwaukee and then pretending my station wagon is a sleigh filled with gifts for underprivileged blind retarded children three towns over. I can write about the joy on their faces when I burst through the door of their day care center with my surprises.
I see no ethical wrongdoing in planting your agenda in my writing. I am ready to go, I am revved up! I can write things, as I stated previously. Up in the other blocks of text that you just read. Writers call these “paragraphs” and since I majored in the English language at several colleges over the course of the last decade or two, I’m “on the same page” as the mother tongue of this country. And I wish the naysayers would just shut up. It’s totally sour grapes. They want the job but aren’t willing to write intelligent things about Jesus, abortion machines, minorities and their bootstraps, as well as morals, and why this war should be fought by our less fortunate children and immigrants over in the Iraq. Right? See? What dumb bastards.
Let’s say we hammer out a contract and I will get to work on an essay (scientific) about why gay people should live experimentally in canvas tents full of bus exhaust to see if it cures the AIDS virus and also hopefully their propensity to sin by sticking their gonads on top of each other. Or else I will write about why veterans of other wars should not be allowed to legally or publicly celebrate the holiday of Valentine’s Day, because it is sucking our tax dollars OUT of our pockets!!! I can do something like this for $40,000. Please email me.
Dear U.S. Government Department of Giving Money to Agreeable Journalists,
I’ve often been on the record for loathing every single action of the Bush presidency, however, it has come to light recently that a few writers and pundits like Armstrong Williams and Maggie Gallagher have collected swordfish-sized checks for trumpeting your genius initiatives in their columns, as well as performing some other nebulous, think-tank, focus group, hip-hip hooray scribblings.
Now, I know I’ve been disparaging in the past, but when I think of the next four majestic years of Bush-thunked up policies in action, I really just kind of find myself cozying up to it all. I don’t use the word visionary often, but goddamn it, something magical is happening to your United States and I want in. I operate outside of the “beltway” and do most of my work on the internets and webs that can pop up on our citizens’ home and workplace computer systems from time to time.
Let’s brainstorm: I’m good at brochures. I’m better at getting an assignment to create a brochure (and a paycheck for it) then flaking out and not finishing it, but that’s a bridge for us to cross later on. (and maybe learn from) Let’s try to work together. I’m good at researching internet porn for the purposes of letting other people know it is “wrong.” I’m good at writing about the effects of drinking 24 12-ounce cans of Old Milwaukee and then pretending my station wagon is a sleigh filled with gifts for underprivileged blind retarded children three towns over. I can write about the joy on their faces when I burst through the door of their day care center with my surprises.
I see no ethical wrongdoing in planting your agenda in my writing. I am ready to go, I am revved up! I can write things, as I stated previously. Up in the other blocks of text that you just read. Writers call these “paragraphs” and since I majored in the English language at several colleges over the course of the last decade or two, I’m “on the same page” as the mother tongue of this country. And I wish the naysayers would just shut up. It’s totally sour grapes. They want the job but aren’t willing to write intelligent things about Jesus, abortion machines, minorities and their bootstraps, as well as morals, and why this war should be fought by our less fortunate children and immigrants over in the Iraq. Right? See? What dumb bastards.
Let’s say we hammer out a contract and I will get to work on an essay (scientific) about why gay people should live experimentally in canvas tents full of bus exhaust to see if it cures the AIDS virus and also hopefully their propensity to sin by sticking their gonads on top of each other. Or else I will write about why veterans of other wars should not be allowed to legally or publicly celebrate the holiday of Valentine’s Day, because it is sucking our tax dollars OUT of our pockets!!! I can do something like this for $40,000. Please email me.
this is a nice piece of artwork
1/27/2005
Rent Party, beating a dead horse, etc.
I will hurriedly mail you one of the remaining copies of my McSweeney's NFL Picks GREATEST HITS book (see link at right), with a FREE, one of a kind, brand new pen drawing of Bill Parcells after "too much sauna" ...in time for the Super Bowl if you will pay pal $6 to Fittedsweats AT hotmail.com, order by Monday and it will be shipped out and ready to collect beer drippings on the arm of your lawnchair or futon by next sunday. offer good in the u.s. only. this offer only comes up like 360 days per year.
the book has a heavy tan paper cover. mint green pages. tons of illustrations. and many many genius observations. it was so good i had to quit doing them. if you are Matt Lauer this is free.
there is no other breaking news as of this post.
except:
i like the upcoming Love as Laughter CD. tons of neil young and j. mascis influence. I also like Bloc Party's "Silent Alarm" and Spoon's "Gimme Fiction"...the song "I summon You" in particular. I would also pay 650 dollars to see Pete Doherty singing "for Lovers" to Kate Moss. please buy the petra haden covers the who record coming out on Bar None. it is goddamn genius.
the book has a heavy tan paper cover. mint green pages. tons of illustrations. and many many genius observations. it was so good i had to quit doing them. if you are Matt Lauer this is free.
there is no other breaking news as of this post.
except:
i like the upcoming Love as Laughter CD. tons of neil young and j. mascis influence. I also like Bloc Party's "Silent Alarm" and Spoon's "Gimme Fiction"...the song "I summon You" in particular. I would also pay 650 dollars to see Pete Doherty singing "for Lovers" to Kate Moss. please buy the petra haden covers the who record coming out on Bar None. it is goddamn genius.
If you read my obituary...
I blew my brains out after reading this.
This news release may be used in whole or part for small Superbowl Sunday entertainment feature stories. Available for fun interview
10 Easy Tips to Enjoy Super Bowl Sunday
(Even If You Are a Girl)
What’s a girl to do? Super Bowl Sunday has to be the most masculine day of the entire year.
Julie Hunt, female improv extraordinaire, offers
10 totally awesome ideas to women planning on
enjoying their Sunday, Feb 6 Super Bowl Soirée
(despite what the male half of this nation’s
population is doing).
Maybe You Want To plan an “Anti Super Bowl Party” where you can escape for a few hours, let the guys do their thing and paint the town red… the reality is most of us girls will end up at a Super Bowl Party (and oh no heaven forbid! you may even be the co-hostess of one).
And that means hanging out with excitable boys who can’t be interrupted or ripped from the TV, eating almost as much food as we do on Thanksgiving Day and grinning and bearing the football nonsense to get through it all.
Thank goodness we’ve got Bono this year as our halftime hunny!
Why fight it? Might as well brighten up the day with a little feminine energy and make it a day for everyone, not just the boys.
So here are 10 ways to enjoy a Simply Superb Super Bowl Sunday.
1. Pre-game Role Reversal. Encourage the guys to perform a pre-game cheer and let the girls huddle up to devise a play and act it out. Make it an annual Super Bowl ritual and elaborate on it every year.
2. Battle of the Sexes. Start a football pool for the girls. Have each woman take exactly the opposite position of one of the guys. And at the end of the day see who really knows more about football.
3. MVP Awards. Keep a look out for the MVP partygoers. Keep secret voting ballots for the girls to pick:
§ Worst Joke
§ Worst Behavior
§ Best behaved
§ Heisman Trophy Snack Winner
§ Fewest Party Fouls
§ Worst Party Fumble
4. Open Up the NFL Shop. Get the girls together before hand and add a little football fun to your wardrobe. Make ‘NFL Champion’ baby doll tees with nick names or code names. Buy flashy Super Bowl rings as party favors.
5. Beer Blitz. Have the kids on clean up patrol all day long. Give them trash bags and let them know that every empty can they collect is money in their pocket. You’ll take them down to the ‘Recycle Center’ and turn the cans into cold hard cash. You might even match the money and then take them to a special spot so they can spend it!
6. Toilet Penalties and Seat Fouls. Every time the boys leave the seat up, girls get a two minute reprieve from the football talk. Feel free to bring up any non Super Bowl related topic for a two whole minutes without being shushed!
7. Football Fun Trivia. Have a competition between the women and the kids at the party and see who is up on their football trivia. Send an email to julie@shesite.com with the subject line “Super Bowl Trivia” for a silly Super Bowl Trivia link that everyone (including women and kids) can play. When you get it, you can print the email, make copies and pass them out at halftime. Then when half time is over, rip it up and use it for confetti!
8. Ice Cube Interception. Feel playful, flirtatious and let your guy know it. Toss a cube his way with a wink and a wave instead of shooting him long disapproving stares that could create conflict later.
9. Get In The Game. Learn a few buzz words, game principles or plays so you can get in to it. Get the quick tips Girl’s Guide to Super Bowl Sunday at www.shesite.com with 10 of our favorite football phrases and 3 quick-witted questions so you can shoot the breeze and sound like a pro.
10. Footsie Fumble. Just in case the testosterone gets too thick. Have pedicure spa goodies on stand by and ask the girls to bring toe nail decals to trade and swap for a fun pedicure moment in the 4th quarter. WARNING: For party peace, this tip should only be used in case of an emergency. Retreat off to the side (or even another room completely) and never start it before halftime.
And if that doesn’t get you excited, maybe you should plan an “Anti Super Bowl Party” after all.
Just forget the 10 tips. Skip the game totally and head straight to the age old and totally reliable ‘Anti Super Bowl Standby.’
Go shopping!
If you can get away with the girls, do it! Enjoy the ghost town you live in at its best!
You’ll find that most places, activities and attractions are completely devoid of male human presence!
Try something new, go somewhere different or see something you’ve been hoping to for a long time. Plan a Super Bowl fun shopping day, lunch or visit to a museum.
For more simple happy fun essentials for every other day of the year, take a peek at www.shesite.com. And, enjoy the game!
About Ms. Julie Hunt
Julie Hunt is pure delight and motivation. She’s a free flowing source of hope, energy and inspiration who tells it like it is giving straight forward and simple tips and advice so you can live happier days and obliterate the monotony of life.
She is on a self propelled mission to scream, skip, run, jump, shout, dance and sing with women all around the universe who want live a vivacious life busting at the seams!
A two timer of the O.C. Crazies Improv School and first time stage performer with the 2004 Crazy Beez she’s widely recognized for her bounce, passion, verve and playful comedic torture. Her budding romance with improv is no fling...even if she has to compete for center plaza with the Tango dancers in Buenos Aires. She’s a committed player who integrates the skills of improv into everyday life and business in a fun and inspiring way!
Julie Hunt is a happiness-making machine devoted to creating pure bliss in women's lives. She splashes streaming tips of happy essentials that are fun and easy to swallow, feel good about, and great to experience.
Her bottom line message is this: Your days are numbered so fill them with more joy, smiles, fun and helpful productivity. This is how to be happy. Get out there!
Available by arrangement and on short notice for those 911 emergencies.
This news release may be used in whole or part for small Superbowl Sunday entertainment feature stories. Available for fun interview
10 Easy Tips to Enjoy Super Bowl Sunday
(Even If You Are a Girl)
What’s a girl to do? Super Bowl Sunday has to be the most masculine day of the entire year.
Julie Hunt, female improv extraordinaire, offers
10 totally awesome ideas to women planning on
enjoying their Sunday, Feb 6 Super Bowl Soirée
(despite what the male half of this nation’s
population is doing).
Maybe You Want To plan an “Anti Super Bowl Party” where you can escape for a few hours, let the guys do their thing and paint the town red… the reality is most of us girls will end up at a Super Bowl Party (and oh no heaven forbid! you may even be the co-hostess of one).
And that means hanging out with excitable boys who can’t be interrupted or ripped from the TV, eating almost as much food as we do on Thanksgiving Day and grinning and bearing the football nonsense to get through it all.
Thank goodness we’ve got Bono this year as our halftime hunny!
Why fight it? Might as well brighten up the day with a little feminine energy and make it a day for everyone, not just the boys.
So here are 10 ways to enjoy a Simply Superb Super Bowl Sunday.
1. Pre-game Role Reversal. Encourage the guys to perform a pre-game cheer and let the girls huddle up to devise a play and act it out. Make it an annual Super Bowl ritual and elaborate on it every year.
2. Battle of the Sexes. Start a football pool for the girls. Have each woman take exactly the opposite position of one of the guys. And at the end of the day see who really knows more about football.
3. MVP Awards. Keep a look out for the MVP partygoers. Keep secret voting ballots for the girls to pick:
§ Worst Joke
§ Worst Behavior
§ Best behaved
§ Heisman Trophy Snack Winner
§ Fewest Party Fouls
§ Worst Party Fumble
4. Open Up the NFL Shop. Get the girls together before hand and add a little football fun to your wardrobe. Make ‘NFL Champion’ baby doll tees with nick names or code names. Buy flashy Super Bowl rings as party favors.
5. Beer Blitz. Have the kids on clean up patrol all day long. Give them trash bags and let them know that every empty can they collect is money in their pocket. You’ll take them down to the ‘Recycle Center’ and turn the cans into cold hard cash. You might even match the money and then take them to a special spot so they can spend it!
6. Toilet Penalties and Seat Fouls. Every time the boys leave the seat up, girls get a two minute reprieve from the football talk. Feel free to bring up any non Super Bowl related topic for a two whole minutes without being shushed!
7. Football Fun Trivia. Have a competition between the women and the kids at the party and see who is up on their football trivia. Send an email to julie@shesite.com with the subject line “Super Bowl Trivia” for a silly Super Bowl Trivia link that everyone (including women and kids) can play. When you get it, you can print the email, make copies and pass them out at halftime. Then when half time is over, rip it up and use it for confetti!
8. Ice Cube Interception. Feel playful, flirtatious and let your guy know it. Toss a cube his way with a wink and a wave instead of shooting him long disapproving stares that could create conflict later.
9. Get In The Game. Learn a few buzz words, game principles or plays so you can get in to it. Get the quick tips Girl’s Guide to Super Bowl Sunday at www.shesite.com with 10 of our favorite football phrases and 3 quick-witted questions so you can shoot the breeze and sound like a pro.
10. Footsie Fumble. Just in case the testosterone gets too thick. Have pedicure spa goodies on stand by and ask the girls to bring toe nail decals to trade and swap for a fun pedicure moment in the 4th quarter. WARNING: For party peace, this tip should only be used in case of an emergency. Retreat off to the side (or even another room completely) and never start it before halftime.
And if that doesn’t get you excited, maybe you should plan an “Anti Super Bowl Party” after all.
Just forget the 10 tips. Skip the game totally and head straight to the age old and totally reliable ‘Anti Super Bowl Standby.’
Go shopping!
If you can get away with the girls, do it! Enjoy the ghost town you live in at its best!
You’ll find that most places, activities and attractions are completely devoid of male human presence!
Try something new, go somewhere different or see something you’ve been hoping to for a long time. Plan a Super Bowl fun shopping day, lunch or visit to a museum.
For more simple happy fun essentials for every other day of the year, take a peek at www.shesite.com. And, enjoy the game!
About Ms. Julie Hunt
Julie Hunt is pure delight and motivation. She’s a free flowing source of hope, energy and inspiration who tells it like it is giving straight forward and simple tips and advice so you can live happier days and obliterate the monotony of life.
She is on a self propelled mission to scream, skip, run, jump, shout, dance and sing with women all around the universe who want live a vivacious life busting at the seams!
A two timer of the O.C. Crazies Improv School and first time stage performer with the 2004 Crazy Beez she’s widely recognized for her bounce, passion, verve and playful comedic torture. Her budding romance with improv is no fling...even if she has to compete for center plaza with the Tango dancers in Buenos Aires. She’s a committed player who integrates the skills of improv into everyday life and business in a fun and inspiring way!
Julie Hunt is a happiness-making machine devoted to creating pure bliss in women's lives. She splashes streaming tips of happy essentials that are fun and easy to swallow, feel good about, and great to experience.
Her bottom line message is this: Your days are numbered so fill them with more joy, smiles, fun and helpful productivity. This is how to be happy. Get out there!
Available by arrangement and on short notice for those 911 emergencies.
1/26/2005
Jin vs. Hot 97
Submarine Stories
Puke
LANCE ARMSTRONG LAUNCHES HIS NEW SIRIUS SATELLITE RADIO
SHOW ON SUNDAY, JANUARY 30
"Lance Armstrong's Live Strong Radio" will air on FACTION channel
NEW YORK (January 26, 2005) - SIRIUS Satellite Radio (NASDAQ: SIRI)
announced today that six-time Tour de France champion Lance Armstrong
will debut his new exclusive weekly show on SIRIUS, Lance Armstrong's
Live Strong Radio, with a live broadcast this Sunday, January 30.
The new program can be heard each Sunday at 9 pm ET on SIRIUS' Faction
channel 28, the innovative music channel SIRIUS created especially for
action sports enthusiasts.
Armstrong, whose association with SIRIUS was initially announced in
October 2004, joins other top athletes and Faction hosts Tony Hawk, Bam
Margera, Kerri Walsh, Kelly Slater, Bode Miller, Jonny Moseley and
Sinjin Smith. Like these hosts, Armstrong will play his own selection
of music and talk about what motivates him for professional
competition.
# # # #
Sorry you had the big C, bro. But seriously I do not give a shit about a guy who rides a ten-speed around France. Nor do I care about the gaggle of hackey-sacking, pro-am, miller lite beach volleyball cronies bringing up the rear, nor do I care about your Debbie Desperate gal pal Sheryl Crow who would perform at Pottery Barn's Executive Spring Fling if the money was right. Ciao Ciao. Live Strong! All the way. Go for the glory. Say hi to the Cutters dude.
SHOW ON SUNDAY, JANUARY 30
"Lance Armstrong's Live Strong Radio" will air on FACTION channel
NEW YORK (January 26, 2005) - SIRIUS Satellite Radio (NASDAQ: SIRI)
announced today that six-time Tour de France champion Lance Armstrong
will debut his new exclusive weekly show on SIRIUS, Lance Armstrong's
Live Strong Radio, with a live broadcast this Sunday, January 30.
The new program can be heard each Sunday at 9 pm ET on SIRIUS' Faction
channel 28, the innovative music channel SIRIUS created especially for
action sports enthusiasts.
Armstrong, whose association with SIRIUS was initially announced in
October 2004, joins other top athletes and Faction hosts Tony Hawk, Bam
Margera, Kerri Walsh, Kelly Slater, Bode Miller, Jonny Moseley and
Sinjin Smith. Like these hosts, Armstrong will play his own selection
of music and talk about what motivates him for professional
competition.
# # # #
Sorry you had the big C, bro. But seriously I do not give a shit about a guy who rides a ten-speed around France. Nor do I care about the gaggle of hackey-sacking, pro-am, miller lite beach volleyball cronies bringing up the rear, nor do I care about your Debbie Desperate gal pal Sheryl Crow who would perform at Pottery Barn's Executive Spring Fling if the money was right. Ciao Ciao. Live Strong! All the way. Go for the glory. Say hi to the Cutters dude.
1/25/2005
two different emails one great theme
1) a band so perfect you think to yourself, "Wow. I'll be able to say I saw these guys before they got huge."
2) Will you take your chances and miss this tour? Or will you file for review
now and be among the early advocates who'll say, "I saw_______ when...?"
2) Will you take your chances and miss this tour? Or will you file for review
now and be among the early advocates who'll say, "I saw_______ when...?"
Matt Taibbi
Everyone of his columns this year has been perfect
Horse Racing Info is now up
1/24/2005
Found items
Reply to: deroberts@gmail.com
Date: 2005-01-18, 12:32PM EST
KFBA.net, home of the Kentucky Fried Basketball Association, seeks writers to contribute 800-1200 word pieces to its online basketball magazine.
Established in 2003, the magazine provides fantasy free hoops information for KFBA players and (begrudgingly) owners of teams in Yahoo and ESPN leagues, and general NBA articles, essays, and musings for anybody who happens to stumble upon the site. In the fantasy genre, we are looking for analysis of the statistical ramifications of any trade, transaction, or significant injury. We are open to your ideas for general basketball pieces, though any topic must be approved by our fair and open-minded editor. He’s always receptive to odes to Allan Iverson (especially if they’re in pentameter) and pieces ripping Vince Carter, Glenn Robinson, or Isaiah Thomas.
For more information and complete writer’s guidelines, please contact Doug Roberts at deroberts@gmail.com.
Job location is Baltimore
Compensation: $25 per article
Date: 2005-01-18, 12:32PM EST
KFBA.net, home of the Kentucky Fried Basketball Association, seeks writers to contribute 800-1200 word pieces to its online basketball magazine.
Established in 2003, the magazine provides fantasy free hoops information for KFBA players and (begrudgingly) owners of teams in Yahoo and ESPN leagues, and general NBA articles, essays, and musings for anybody who happens to stumble upon the site. In the fantasy genre, we are looking for analysis of the statistical ramifications of any trade, transaction, or significant injury. We are open to your ideas for general basketball pieces, though any topic must be approved by our fair and open-minded editor. He’s always receptive to odes to Allan Iverson (especially if they’re in pentameter) and pieces ripping Vince Carter, Glenn Robinson, or Isaiah Thomas.
For more information and complete writer’s guidelines, please contact Doug Roberts at deroberts@gmail.com.
Job location is Baltimore
Compensation: $25 per article
A dead frozen pigeon with a belly full of dead frozen maggots
Hola,
Sorry no NFL predictions. Was more concerned about getting back to NYC via airplane from los angeles on sat nite. there was a scab in my beer at my favorite airport bar and also a blizzard in nyc. thank fully some one at jetblue got me on a flight to DC in the middle of the night and I took an amtrak home. the snow was beautiful. the city of baltimore from the train was AWESOME. there's a ghost neighborhood you can see and blocks and blocks and blocks of exquisite boarded up row homes. now covered in snow. then I say [ed: "say" huh? how about "saw"?] a steaming iced in bay. wilmington delaware was AWESOME looking. [ed: this is amazingly descriptive writing, i am sure the wilmington chamber of commerce will put it in their next Come To Wilmington presentation, "It's Awesome Looking!"] there's a beautiful old HARLAN and something building near the train tracks.
My trip was ruined at philly when a pompous hog in a philly eagles cap and patriots jersey got on with his female coworker and some idiotic hangers on. he would not shut up. he was talking for a moment about a coworker who was not funny. "that's not your role" he said. DUDE that is NOT YOUR FUCKING ROLE EITHER. Shut up. All I could discern was that:
a) he lives in connecticut. (I think...maybe massachussetts)
b) brunette goatee
c) fat
d) probably 28
e) works with a fatter, faux-mafia, sweats wearing lummox named tony who hovered over him and the female coworker for hundreds of miles.
f) his father calls his mother "jelly" cause her name is angela
g) has a wife named Lisa...but was sooooooooooo trying to impress this dumpy blonde next to him. would not shut up about the movie I'm gonna git you sucka.
h) I want to step on his face as hard as I can until I am 55 years-old.
i) he once had job training in Newark.
j) was at some weird function and was returning. I couldn't piece it all together.
k) liked to stare at me for some reason
l) was one of those people who thinks they are physically tough and also intellectual and also has to whine or complain or make excuses about everything.
m) I hate this fucking piece of shit.
[update: this guy was probably actually really nice.]
this morning I was attempting to walk my dogs over the snow mountains and all the fucking salt. it is impossible. too much salt here. people think fuck it I am not gonna shovel I am just going to throw down 89 lbs of salt. fucking assholes. then we saw a headless dead pigeon sticking out of a snow bank with a bellyful of dead tan maggots. (frozen also)
I HATE THE PATRIOTS. I HATE THEIR FANS EVEN MORE. I WILL NOT RELENT ON THIS ONE. IF YOU LIKE THEM, GOOD FOR YOU. DON'T EMAIL ME.
Sorry no NFL predictions. Was more concerned about getting back to NYC via airplane from los angeles on sat nite. there was a scab in my beer at my favorite airport bar and also a blizzard in nyc. thank fully some one at jetblue got me on a flight to DC in the middle of the night and I took an amtrak home. the snow was beautiful. the city of baltimore from the train was AWESOME. there's a ghost neighborhood you can see and blocks and blocks and blocks of exquisite boarded up row homes. now covered in snow. then I say [ed: "say" huh? how about "saw"?] a steaming iced in bay. wilmington delaware was AWESOME looking. [ed: this is amazingly descriptive writing, i am sure the wilmington chamber of commerce will put it in their next Come To Wilmington presentation, "It's Awesome Looking!"] there's a beautiful old HARLAN and something building near the train tracks.
My trip was ruined at philly when a pompous hog in a philly eagles cap and patriots jersey got on with his female coworker and some idiotic hangers on. he would not shut up. he was talking for a moment about a coworker who was not funny. "that's not your role" he said. DUDE that is NOT YOUR FUCKING ROLE EITHER. Shut up. All I could discern was that:
a) he lives in connecticut. (I think...maybe massachussetts)
b) brunette goatee
c) fat
d) probably 28
e) works with a fatter, faux-mafia, sweats wearing lummox named tony who hovered over him and the female coworker for hundreds of miles.
f) his father calls his mother "jelly" cause her name is angela
g) has a wife named Lisa...but was sooooooooooo trying to impress this dumpy blonde next to him. would not shut up about the movie I'm gonna git you sucka.
h) I want to step on his face as hard as I can until I am 55 years-old.
i) he once had job training in Newark.
j) was at some weird function and was returning. I couldn't piece it all together.
k) liked to stare at me for some reason
l) was one of those people who thinks they are physically tough and also intellectual and also has to whine or complain or make excuses about everything.
m) I hate this fucking piece of shit.
[update: this guy was probably actually really nice.]
this morning I was attempting to walk my dogs over the snow mountains and all the fucking salt. it is impossible. too much salt here. people think fuck it I am not gonna shovel I am just going to throw down 89 lbs of salt. fucking assholes. then we saw a headless dead pigeon sticking out of a snow bank with a bellyful of dead tan maggots. (frozen also)
I HATE THE PATRIOTS. I HATE THEIR FANS EVEN MORE. I WILL NOT RELENT ON THIS ONE. IF YOU LIKE THEM, GOOD FOR YOU. DON'T EMAIL ME.
1/18/2005
Matt Taibbi
FENCE MAG is out NOW!!
tuesday
HELLO
Jim Cheney (see below) was almost right. I was dead wrong on Indianapolis. I am right about everything else. I am also like Randy Johnson, so don't talk back to me. I am 42, and 6'11" weigh 111 lbs. and I throw balls very hard.
I can not wait until Randy vs. Curt Schilling happens. I also can't wait till Curt Schilling's playing days are over. You know his next career will provide him a forum to be even more obnoxious. He and Tim McCarver should be roomates for a reality show.
. . .
Nick Talbot of Gravenhurst has been updating his excellent blog quite a bit.
More Later.
Jim Cheney (see below) was almost right. I was dead wrong on Indianapolis. I am right about everything else. I am also like Randy Johnson, so don't talk back to me. I am 42, and 6'11" weigh 111 lbs. and I throw balls very hard.
I can not wait until Randy vs. Curt Schilling happens. I also can't wait till Curt Schilling's playing days are over. You know his next career will provide him a forum to be even more obnoxious. He and Tim McCarver should be roomates for a reality show.
. . .
Nick Talbot of Gravenhurst has been updating his excellent blog quite a bit.
More Later.
1/17/2005
This is why no one likes Republicans
WASHINGTON (Jan. 17) AP - A majority of Americans say they feel hopeful about President Bush's second term and have a generally positive view of him personally...
"It's best to be hopeful about the next four years," said Kellie Shanahan, a Republican and a teacher from Wilmington, N.C. "If we're not, it won't be good for our country."
Oh, thanks for the tip, Kellie. I'll be sure to have all the Americans wash their hands before their snack, too.
"It's best to be hopeful about the next four years," said Kellie Shanahan, a Republican and a teacher from Wilmington, N.C. "If we're not, it won't be good for our country."
Oh, thanks for the tip, Kellie. I'll be sure to have all the Americans wash their hands before their snack, too.
1/16/2005
NY JETS
Before you ask if JETS Kicker Doug Brien bothered to graduate from Shithead Valley State (Mascot: Retards), or just bailed for the NFL following his senior season, ask yourself HOW and/or WHY the Jets defense and special teams HAD to keep them in the game yesterday. I mean, GREAT, but really, if Pennington (and the soon to be deposed Paul Hackett) & co. could've eked out a few more yards here and there...who knows? What I saw, and this was over the course of a few beers and a floor full of tumbling toddlers (Fritz's first play date), was a Jet offense that was playing NOT to lose. Bonus points today go to Serby for his idiotic torture of Brien in print. Can you tell us how you felt? ad nauseum. LIKE SHIT, STEVE, LIKE UTTER SHIT.
Maybe next year everyone!!
Maybe next year everyone!!
1/14/2005
This
Do you enjoy those crazy/caustic System of a Down dooods?
the clock is ticking...
...and this
It's Friday
Just being a dork here....
Brad & Jen
frat party
my picks: ATL 35-32, PITT 17-14, INDY (yes, INDY) 38-35, and PHILLY 21-20. You know that minnesota traveled to philly in week 2, and STL traveled to ATL in week 2? I am worried about rust on ATL and on PHILLY. New England is history. Mark my words.
Brad & Jen
frat party
my picks: ATL 35-32, PITT 17-14, INDY (yes, INDY) 38-35, and PHILLY 21-20. You know that minnesota traveled to philly in week 2, and STL traveled to ATL in week 2? I am worried about rust on ATL and on PHILLY. New England is history. Mark my words.
1/13/2005
Jim Cheney on the New York Jets
THE GANG THAT COULDN’T WIN STRAIGHT
by Jim Cheney
The Jets are not a very good football team and do not
deserve to be where they are right now. That said,
they’re going to win against the Steelers on Saturday.
After their purely haphazard victory last week against
the normally better coached and more cohesive San
Diego Chargers, the gods touched Gang Green. Between
Herman Edwards clock management skills, akin to a four
year old getting his very first wristwatch, and Eric
Barton’s phenomenally empty headed shot to Chargers QB
Drew Brees, there has not been a more miraculous win
in playoff history. This miracle is not so much an
epic “Immaculate Reception” type, but rather an act of
peculiar destiny, and one which few would care to be
associated with.
The cliches abound, with “ The Jets didn’t win, the
Chargers Lost” perhaps having the most potential for
ending up as a hieroglyphic just inside the business
end of a Tijuana storm drain, but there is a certain
truth to it. The Golden Boy, Lance Alworth-looking
rookie kicker, Nate Kaeding, while set-up for a fairly
simple field goal attempt, realized it was raining a
little and didn’t want to get too wet in the
celebratory atmosphere of an impromptu mid-field
victory party. So as not to get his shaggy locks all
frizzed up, he kicked it wide right from the moment it
left his foot. Marty Schottenheimer, the NFL coach of
the year, is no stranger to playoff defeat, swishing
its putrid tang about his fancy dental work many, many
times before. He really didn’t have a shot at winning,
certainly not against this seasons least respected
10-6 team. It was fate. He did, however, do his part
by putting on a what-not-to-do-at-the-goal-line
clinic, assisted by his youthful ward LaDainian
Tomlinson who seemed to be busy planning his trip to
Hawaii.
The reason that the Jets will beat the Steelers on
Saturday is fairly simple, and leads directly to the
fact that any success the Jets will find for the
remainder of their existence will be the ass backwards
variety. QB Ben Roethlisberger, coming off one of, if
not the best rookie QB season in NFL history, has yet
to lose. He will indeed have his first loss to the
team that was never supposed to be where they are.
Expectations in the city where french fries are a
condiment are high, and their beloved Steelers have
all the pressure. They had a remarkable regular
season, especially given that they were generally
expected to achieve mediocrity. However, their playoff
position oozes failure.
They’re playing a team everyone should beat, in their
hometown under conditions the team and its fans thrive
on, a nice, overcast, cold and windy day.
Pittsburghers will be in their glory. And yet, much
like the Chargers, the Steelers will lose. It’s over,
and there is little they can do about it. The Jets
will move on to the AFC championship game. Of course,
Herm and the boys will be stomped into sidewalk stains
once the Colts or Pats are done with them. (Note: no
feeling on the other game, other then to say that the
winner of that one is going to Jacksonville, and it
won’t be to buy NASCAR fan gear.) So, those of you who
pull for the New York/New Jersey/New York Jets,
congratulations, the Steelers are going to lose. Past
this though, don’t expect a Lasarean appearance from
Leon Hess. He’s staying put for now.
Steelers 21 - Jets 28 (won on a fumble or
interception. Call your bookies now.)
Jim Cheney wrote the IDIOT BOX column for the New York Sports Express ... here's a bonus--a bit of a classic of his from one year ago:
Fresh off his stay as Idiot-in-Residence with the Royal Shakespeare Company in London, Fox booth-filler Cris Collinsworth returned to cover the Green Bay-Seattle Wild Card game last Sunday. Well into the fourth quarter, Collinsworth noted that Seattle head coach Mike Holmgren, the former head coach of Green Bay, had worked closely with QB Matt Hasselbeck, much as he had worked closely with Packers QB Brett Favre. In making his case for Holmgren having a special knack for teaching and training young team helmers, Mr. Fantastic said it was like The Taming of the Shrew. Well Cris, no, not really. Honing the skills of young, eager and willing players is somewhat different from molding a comely, yet disobedient daughter of Padua into a subservient wife possessing abundant charm and a significant dowry. Hey, let's leave the literature in the parking lot. It may give your boothmate Troy Aikman another concussion, but you could always throw a little eye of newt his way to cure him up. And one more thing, Cris. Put the "H" back in your name.
by Jim Cheney
The Jets are not a very good football team and do not
deserve to be where they are right now. That said,
they’re going to win against the Steelers on Saturday.
After their purely haphazard victory last week against
the normally better coached and more cohesive San
Diego Chargers, the gods touched Gang Green. Between
Herman Edwards clock management skills, akin to a four
year old getting his very first wristwatch, and Eric
Barton’s phenomenally empty headed shot to Chargers QB
Drew Brees, there has not been a more miraculous win
in playoff history. This miracle is not so much an
epic “Immaculate Reception” type, but rather an act of
peculiar destiny, and one which few would care to be
associated with.
The cliches abound, with “ The Jets didn’t win, the
Chargers Lost” perhaps having the most potential for
ending up as a hieroglyphic just inside the business
end of a Tijuana storm drain, but there is a certain
truth to it. The Golden Boy, Lance Alworth-looking
rookie kicker, Nate Kaeding, while set-up for a fairly
simple field goal attempt, realized it was raining a
little and didn’t want to get too wet in the
celebratory atmosphere of an impromptu mid-field
victory party. So as not to get his shaggy locks all
frizzed up, he kicked it wide right from the moment it
left his foot. Marty Schottenheimer, the NFL coach of
the year, is no stranger to playoff defeat, swishing
its putrid tang about his fancy dental work many, many
times before. He really didn’t have a shot at winning,
certainly not against this seasons least respected
10-6 team. It was fate. He did, however, do his part
by putting on a what-not-to-do-at-the-goal-line
clinic, assisted by his youthful ward LaDainian
Tomlinson who seemed to be busy planning his trip to
Hawaii.
The reason that the Jets will beat the Steelers on
Saturday is fairly simple, and leads directly to the
fact that any success the Jets will find for the
remainder of their existence will be the ass backwards
variety. QB Ben Roethlisberger, coming off one of, if
not the best rookie QB season in NFL history, has yet
to lose. He will indeed have his first loss to the
team that was never supposed to be where they are.
Expectations in the city where french fries are a
condiment are high, and their beloved Steelers have
all the pressure. They had a remarkable regular
season, especially given that they were generally
expected to achieve mediocrity. However, their playoff
position oozes failure.
They’re playing a team everyone should beat, in their
hometown under conditions the team and its fans thrive
on, a nice, overcast, cold and windy day.
Pittsburghers will be in their glory. And yet, much
like the Chargers, the Steelers will lose. It’s over,
and there is little they can do about it. The Jets
will move on to the AFC championship game. Of course,
Herm and the boys will be stomped into sidewalk stains
once the Colts or Pats are done with them. (Note: no
feeling on the other game, other then to say that the
winner of that one is going to Jacksonville, and it
won’t be to buy NASCAR fan gear.) So, those of you who
pull for the New York/New Jersey/New York Jets,
congratulations, the Steelers are going to lose. Past
this though, don’t expect a Lasarean appearance from
Leon Hess. He’s staying put for now.
Steelers 21 - Jets 28 (won on a fumble or
interception. Call your bookies now.)
Jim Cheney wrote the IDIOT BOX column for the New York Sports Express ... here's a bonus--a bit of a classic of his from one year ago:
Fresh off his stay as Idiot-in-Residence with the Royal Shakespeare Company in London, Fox booth-filler Cris Collinsworth returned to cover the Green Bay-Seattle Wild Card game last Sunday. Well into the fourth quarter, Collinsworth noted that Seattle head coach Mike Holmgren, the former head coach of Green Bay, had worked closely with QB Matt Hasselbeck, much as he had worked closely with Packers QB Brett Favre. In making his case for Holmgren having a special knack for teaching and training young team helmers, Mr. Fantastic said it was like The Taming of the Shrew. Well Cris, no, not really. Honing the skills of young, eager and willing players is somewhat different from molding a comely, yet disobedient daughter of Padua into a subservient wife possessing abundant charm and a significant dowry. Hey, let's leave the literature in the parking lot. It may give your boothmate Troy Aikman another concussion, but you could always throw a little eye of newt his way to cure him up. And one more thing, Cris. Put the "H" back in your name.
SOLID GOLD
MILWAUKEE -- An Illinois man and his girlfriend received nearly $1,400 in speeding tickets within about three hours on Interstate 90 in Wisconsin, authorities say.
Piotr Pac, 21, of Prospect Heights, Ill., was cited New Year's Day for allegedly going 100 mph in Rock County at 5:59 a.m., 84 mph in Columbia County at 6:56 a.m. and 77 mph in Sauk County at 7:28 a.m., the Wisconsin State Patrol said.
His girlfriend, Emilia A. Goralczyk, 18, of Mount Prospect, Ill, was cited for allegedly driving the same 2004 Nissan Altima at 108 mph in Dane County at 9:05 a.m.
Pac said Goralczyk had called him at 4 a.m. that day, crying over a fight she had with a friend at a party, so he drove 180 miles to Wisconsin Dells to pick her up.
``I would do everything for her,'' he told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.
But Pac said he had to be home by 10 a.m. to start work, and he was 21/2/ hours late, but had called ahead and his boss was not angry.
``You have to have an exciting life,'' he said, ``because (otherwise) life is boring.''
Pac, who faces $902 of the $1,393 in speeding tickets issued, said he had not yet decided whether to pay them or ask judges for leniency.
1/12/2005
tons of mp3s etc
compliments of tangbeer
SAM LIPSYTE HOME LAND TOUR
1.20 Newton Mass --newtonville books
1.25 NYC --barnes & noble astor place
1.26 WASH DC -- politics and prose
2.1 Portland OR --powells on burnside
2.2 Seattle --elliott bay book co
2.5 Los Angeles, CA --skylight books
1.25 NYC --barnes & noble astor place
1.26 WASH DC -- politics and prose
2.1 Portland OR --powells on burnside
2.2 Seattle --elliott bay book co
2.5 Los Angeles, CA --skylight books
I didn't see this coming
1/11/2005
Last Star -Trib link of '05
Tony "no pun intended" Dungy
Probably no one in the country can appreciate what is behind that," Dungy said. "What happens ... when you leave the parking lot in Green Bay, that's kind of a tradition their fans have. They stand next to the fence as the buses go out and they moon the buses.
"Randy has had about six or seven years of those guys mooning him as he's left after a loss and I think that was his way of saying 'OK, appreciate the fun -- you guys had your fun, here's a little shout back at you.' That's what that was all about." Even the title of this story was a damn pun.
Actually, compared to Randy Johnson, Randy Moss is pretty civil. And compared to that fucking godawful fur coat Red McCombs was wearing on Sunday, Randy Moss' actions are saintly.
Additional, unbrelated news: Paul Collins has a blog now.
"Randy has had about six or seven years of those guys mooning him as he's left after a loss and I think that was his way of saying 'OK, appreciate the fun -- you guys had your fun, here's a little shout back at you.' That's what that was all about." Even the title of this story was a damn pun.
Actually, compared to Randy Johnson, Randy Moss is pretty civil. And compared to that fucking godawful fur coat Red McCombs was wearing on Sunday, Randy Moss' actions are saintly.
Additional, unbrelated news: Paul Collins has a blog now.
1/10/2005
is Sid Hartman admitting he watched the game on TV?
I could have done that!! or did someone just brief him on Fox talking head Troy Aikman's comments? Aikman, for his part offered some keen analysis yesterday, but he speaks as if his head were filled with slow-drying concrete. Then there's Joe Buck. Ouch. Anyway, Sid also gives his twin cities readers something else they learned yesterday from the Fox bozos. That Mike Tice was tough on his team all last week, especially that big lug McKinnie. Oh well, maybe Sid's taking a page from me? Turn on the TV and then turn on yr computer and bitch. Oddly, there's no mention of close personal friends. NOR any mention of Randy Moss's faux-mooning of the Lambeau crowd.
If you hate the Vikings as much as I do, there's nothing to worry about. They'll have all off-season to think of Randy Moss's idiotic antics, because they certainly will not be celebrating a Super Bowl victory. They'll get crushed next week. I'm only sad that T.O. won't be able to pick apart their secondary.
For the Packers' part, they're simply terrible. All the stats about not losing playoff games and cold weather stem from when they were a great team. Of course you look unbeatable when the results come from an era when you were actually good. Remember, there's no cold weather or home playoff-win stats/streaks from the Chester Marcol and Lynn Dickey era, 'cause those motherfuckers were already ice fishing by Jan. 1. Now what we're seeing is not even the end of a dynasty. They haven't whiffed a Super Bowl since 1998. And they have virtually NO secondary, no tacklers, nothing. The defense stepped up a ton yesterday, but Favre and his receivers were fucked in the head. Plus, you can not, go from a Morten Andersen choke job right back to an interception. The Packers got off on the wrong foot yesterday and their season is over. They need to make moves.
If you hate the Vikings as much as I do, there's nothing to worry about. They'll have all off-season to think of Randy Moss's idiotic antics, because they certainly will not be celebrating a Super Bowl victory. They'll get crushed next week. I'm only sad that T.O. won't be able to pick apart their secondary.
For the Packers' part, they're simply terrible. All the stats about not losing playoff games and cold weather stem from when they were a great team. Of course you look unbeatable when the results come from an era when you were actually good. Remember, there's no cold weather or home playoff-win stats/streaks from the Chester Marcol and Lynn Dickey era, 'cause those motherfuckers were already ice fishing by Jan. 1. Now what we're seeing is not even the end of a dynasty. They haven't whiffed a Super Bowl since 1998. And they have virtually NO secondary, no tacklers, nothing. The defense stepped up a ton yesterday, but Favre and his receivers were fucked in the head. Plus, you can not, go from a Morten Andersen choke job right back to an interception. The Packers got off on the wrong foot yesterday and their season is over. They need to make moves.
1/07/2005
Kenny Rogers Lyrics
I got sent the new Queens of the Stone Age Cd today and along with it came a press kit, featuring a ton of interviews with Josh Homme, who, in one of the stories, mentioned Ruby and Coward of the County by Kenny Rogers. It made me think a little bit about why, after hearing these songs ad infinitum, I haven't committed suicide. I have no answer. If you are depressed, please do not read these.
Kenny Rogers Lyrics
Ruby Don't Take Your Love To Town Lyrics
You've painted up your lips
And rolled and curled your tinted hair
Ruby are you contemplating
Going out somewhere
The shadow on the wall
Tells me the sun is going down
Oh Ruby
Don't take your love to town
It wasn't me
That started that old crazy Asian war
But I was proud to go
And do my patriotic chore
And yes, it's true that
I'm not the man I used to be
Oh, Ruby I still need some company
Its hard to love a man
Whose legs are bent and paralysed
And the wants and the needs of a woman your age
Ruby I realize,
But it won't be long i've heard them say until I not around
Oh Ruby
Don't take your love to town
She's leaving now cause
I just heard the slamming of the door
The way I know I've heard it
Some 100 times before
And if I could move I'd get my gun
And put her in the ground
Oh Ruby
Don't take your love to town
Oh Ruby for God's sake turn around
Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you
You have made me what I am and I am yours
My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you
Let me hold you in my arms forever more
You have gone and made me such a fool
I'm so lost in your love
And oh, we belong together
Won't you believe in my song?
Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you
You have come into my life and made me whole
Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning
Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear
In my eyes I see no one else but you
There's no other love like our love
And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me
I've waited for you for so long
Lady, your love's the only love I need
And beside me is where I want you to be
'Cause, my love, there's somethin' I want you to know
You're the love of my life, you're my lady!
Coward of the County
Coward Of The County Lyrics
(Roger Bowling/Billy Edd Wheeler)
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
I took care of Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:
"Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.
Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."
There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky.
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.
They took turns at Becky.... There was three of them!
Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again:
"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.
When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'."
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door.
Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.
He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.
When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.
He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,
"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
and Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
LUCILLE
In a bar in Toledo,across from the depot,
On a barstool she took off her ring.
I thought I'd get closer
So I walked on over.
I sat down and asked her her name.
When the drinks finally hit her,
She said,"I'm no quitter,
But I finally quit living on dreams.
I'm hungry for laughter,
And here ever after
I'm after whatever the other life brings."
In the mirror I saw him,
And I closely watched him.
I thought how he looked out of place.
He came to the woman
Who sat there beside me.
He had a strange look on his face.
The big hands were calloused,
He looked like a mountain,
For a minute I thought I was dead.
But he started shaking,
His big heart was breaking,
He turned to the woman and said,
"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.
After he left us,I ordered more whiskey.
I thought how she'd made him look small.
From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all.
She was a beauty,but when she came to me
She must have thought I'd lost my mind.
I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her
Kept comin' back time after time.
Daytime Friends Lyrics
and he'll tell her, he's working late again
but she knows too well there is something goin' on
she's been neglected, and she needs a friend
so her trembling finger dials the telephone
lord it hurts her, doing this again
he's the best friend that her husband ever knew
when she's lonely, he's more then just a friend
he's the one she longs to give her body to
daytime friend and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do, in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the nighttime and shake hands in the light of day
and when it's over, there's no piece of mind,
just a longing for the way thing should have been
and she wonders why some men never find,
that a woman needs a lover and a friend
daytime friends and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do, in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the nighttime and shake hands in the light of day
daytime friends and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the night time and shake hands in the light of day
daytime friends and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the night time and shake hands in the light of day
Kenny Rogers Lyrics
Ruby Don't Take Your Love To Town Lyrics
You've painted up your lips
And rolled and curled your tinted hair
Ruby are you contemplating
Going out somewhere
The shadow on the wall
Tells me the sun is going down
Oh Ruby
Don't take your love to town
It wasn't me
That started that old crazy Asian war
But I was proud to go
And do my patriotic chore
And yes, it's true that
I'm not the man I used to be
Oh, Ruby I still need some company
Its hard to love a man
Whose legs are bent and paralysed
And the wants and the needs of a woman your age
Ruby I realize,
But it won't be long i've heard them say until I not around
Oh Ruby
Don't take your love to town
She's leaving now cause
I just heard the slamming of the door
The way I know I've heard it
Some 100 times before
And if I could move I'd get my gun
And put her in the ground
Oh Ruby
Don't take your love to town
Oh Ruby for God's sake turn around
Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you
You have made me what I am and I am yours
My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you
Let me hold you in my arms forever more
You have gone and made me such a fool
I'm so lost in your love
And oh, we belong together
Won't you believe in my song?
Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you
You have come into my life and made me whole
Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning
Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear
In my eyes I see no one else but you
There's no other love like our love
And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me
I've waited for you for so long
Lady, your love's the only love I need
And beside me is where I want you to be
'Cause, my love, there's somethin' I want you to know
You're the love of my life, you're my lady!
Coward of the County
Coward Of The County Lyrics
(Roger Bowling/Billy Edd Wheeler)
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.
I took care of Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:
"Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.
Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."
There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky.
In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.
They took turns at Becky.... There was three of them!
Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again:
"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.
Walk away from trouble if you can.
Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.
One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.
When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'."
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door.
Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.
He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.
When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.
He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.
And I heard him say,
"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
and Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
LUCILLE
In a bar in Toledo,across from the depot,
On a barstool she took off her ring.
I thought I'd get closer
So I walked on over.
I sat down and asked her her name.
When the drinks finally hit her,
She said,"I'm no quitter,
But I finally quit living on dreams.
I'm hungry for laughter,
And here ever after
I'm after whatever the other life brings."
In the mirror I saw him,
And I closely watched him.
I thought how he looked out of place.
He came to the woman
Who sat there beside me.
He had a strange look on his face.
The big hands were calloused,
He looked like a mountain,
For a minute I thought I was dead.
But he started shaking,
His big heart was breaking,
He turned to the woman and said,
"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.
After he left us,I ordered more whiskey.
I thought how she'd made him look small.
From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all.
She was a beauty,but when she came to me
She must have thought I'd lost my mind.
I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her
Kept comin' back time after time.
Daytime Friends Lyrics
and he'll tell her, he's working late again
but she knows too well there is something goin' on
she's been neglected, and she needs a friend
so her trembling finger dials the telephone
lord it hurts her, doing this again
he's the best friend that her husband ever knew
when she's lonely, he's more then just a friend
he's the one she longs to give her body to
daytime friend and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do, in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the nighttime and shake hands in the light of day
and when it's over, there's no piece of mind,
just a longing for the way thing should have been
and she wonders why some men never find,
that a woman needs a lover and a friend
daytime friends and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do, in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the nighttime and shake hands in the light of day
daytime friends and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the night time and shake hands in the light of day
daytime friends and nighttime lovers
hopin' no one else discovers where they go
or what they do in their secret hide away
well daytime friends and nighttime lovers
they don't want to hurt the other
so they love in the night time and shake hands in the light of day
Our Classic Rock Corner
UPDATE FROM ERIK MATHISON:
Happy New Year!
It’s officially 2005. We are now half way through the Decade of Mediocrity.
I could bore you with the many examples of mediocrity confronting us everyday in our culture, but for brevity sake, I’m just going to focus a fantastic example of current mediocrity in popular music.
Shortly before the holidays (or Christmas, as my born again brethren would like it to be known as) classic glam rockers Queen announced they would be reforming for a 2005 world tour with none other than Free / Bad Company / Firm vocalist Paul Rodgers filling in for the long departed Freddie Mercury.
Now I’ll admit, I’m what anthropologists and marketers like to refer to as a “Gen X’er”, so I don’t really know exactly what the Baby Boomers are clamoring for, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, and a Queen reunion with Paul Rodgers on vocals wasn’t it.
This musical shotgun wedding sounds like brilliant idea of two personal managers who will each get 15% of the money, two booking agents who will each get 10% of the money, two business managers who will each get 5% of the money, and two desperate and greedy artists who will get what’s left over.
I understand they approached George Michael and Robbie Williams about doing it and they both declined. Honestly, if it had been George Michael, I think it could’ve worked, but Paul Rodgers? C’mon… Is there a bigger AOR cock rocking bread-head than Paul Rodgers? Better yet, can anyone imagine Freddie and Paul hanging out together? I can’t. Bowie, sure, but Paul Rodgers?
Let’s see… Paul Rodgers first came to fame via the UK band Free. You all remember their big hit “All Right Now”.
After Free broke-up, Rodgers, along with Free drummer Simon Kirke, teamed up with ex-Mott the Hoople guitarist Mick Ralphs and former King Crimson bassist Boz Burrell and set their sights on the stars.
This prototype super-group studied the musical landscape and determined that hooking up with notorious Led Zeppelin manager Peter Grant and his fledgling Atlantic Records distributed imprint, Swan Song, would be the correct recipe for success, and they were right!
And when Bad Company ran its course, Rodgers teamed up with former Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page and did it all over again in the mid-80s with the Firm. Who doesn’t remember where they were the first time they heard the Firm’s “Radioactive”?
Bad Company was the blue print for everything that was wrong with AOR music in the 70’s & 80’s. It gave rise to bands like Foreigner, Journey, Bad English, Asia, GTR, and Van Hagar. Desperate journeymen rockers aching for another hit off the stadium rock power bong.
Queen on the other hand was the totally real deal. Name another band that looked or sounded like Queen, before or after them. I can’t think of any. What songs in the Bad Company songbook are equal to We Are the Champions, Bohemian Rhapsody, or Another One Bites the Dust?
Rock-n-Roll Fantasy? Shooting Star? Feel Like Making Love? Yep, those are all timeless classic out of the Bad Company songbook.
Oh yeah, Queen’s original bassist, John Deacon, as opted out of this Queen “reunion”. So when Queen hits your town you can look for a line-up featuring the Brian May and Roger Taylor of Queen on guitar and drums respectively, Paul Rodgers from Bad Company on vocals, and “Dude” on bass.
I haven’t seen a line-up to rival this since Kiss went out on the road last summer with a fake Peter Criss and a fake Ace Frehley in tow.
Maybe the Queen guys should give Paul and Gene a call and see how it went. My understanding is that Kiss ended up playing to about 4,000 people a night in venues that held 15,000 – 20,000.
Somewhere up there Freddie Mercury will find all of this very amusing.
Happy New Year!
It’s officially 2005. We are now half way through the Decade of Mediocrity.
I could bore you with the many examples of mediocrity confronting us everyday in our culture, but for brevity sake, I’m just going to focus a fantastic example of current mediocrity in popular music.
Shortly before the holidays (or Christmas, as my born again brethren would like it to be known as) classic glam rockers Queen announced they would be reforming for a 2005 world tour with none other than Free / Bad Company / Firm vocalist Paul Rodgers filling in for the long departed Freddie Mercury.
Now I’ll admit, I’m what anthropologists and marketers like to refer to as a “Gen X’er”, so I don’t really know exactly what the Baby Boomers are clamoring for, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, and a Queen reunion with Paul Rodgers on vocals wasn’t it.
This musical shotgun wedding sounds like brilliant idea of two personal managers who will each get 15% of the money, two booking agents who will each get 10% of the money, two business managers who will each get 5% of the money, and two desperate and greedy artists who will get what’s left over.
I understand they approached George Michael and Robbie Williams about doing it and they both declined. Honestly, if it had been George Michael, I think it could’ve worked, but Paul Rodgers? C’mon… Is there a bigger AOR cock rocking bread-head than Paul Rodgers? Better yet, can anyone imagine Freddie and Paul hanging out together? I can’t. Bowie, sure, but Paul Rodgers?
Let’s see… Paul Rodgers first came to fame via the UK band Free. You all remember their big hit “All Right Now”.
After Free broke-up, Rodgers, along with Free drummer Simon Kirke, teamed up with ex-Mott the Hoople guitarist Mick Ralphs and former King Crimson bassist Boz Burrell and set their sights on the stars.
This prototype super-group studied the musical landscape and determined that hooking up with notorious Led Zeppelin manager Peter Grant and his fledgling Atlantic Records distributed imprint, Swan Song, would be the correct recipe for success, and they were right!
And when Bad Company ran its course, Rodgers teamed up with former Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page and did it all over again in the mid-80s with the Firm. Who doesn’t remember where they were the first time they heard the Firm’s “Radioactive”?
Bad Company was the blue print for everything that was wrong with AOR music in the 70’s & 80’s. It gave rise to bands like Foreigner, Journey, Bad English, Asia, GTR, and Van Hagar. Desperate journeymen rockers aching for another hit off the stadium rock power bong.
Queen on the other hand was the totally real deal. Name another band that looked or sounded like Queen, before or after them. I can’t think of any. What songs in the Bad Company songbook are equal to We Are the Champions, Bohemian Rhapsody, or Another One Bites the Dust?
Rock-n-Roll Fantasy? Shooting Star? Feel Like Making Love? Yep, those are all timeless classic out of the Bad Company songbook.
Oh yeah, Queen’s original bassist, John Deacon, as opted out of this Queen “reunion”. So when Queen hits your town you can look for a line-up featuring the Brian May and Roger Taylor of Queen on guitar and drums respectively, Paul Rodgers from Bad Company on vocals, and “Dude” on bass.
I haven’t seen a line-up to rival this since Kiss went out on the road last summer with a fake Peter Criss and a fake Ace Frehley in tow.
Maybe the Queen guys should give Paul and Gene a call and see how it went. My understanding is that Kiss ended up playing to about 4,000 people a night in venues that held 15,000 – 20,000.
Somewhere up there Freddie Mercury will find all of this very amusing.
Packers Vikings
Johnny Damon, the fun never stops
Homerun Stretch: The recent wedding of Red Sox center fielder Johnny Damon offered a distinct tip of the hat to Arista Nashville mega-Platinum hitmakers Brooks & Dunn when Damon had the duo’s smash “Brand New Man” played as his theme to walk down the aisle..
1/06/2005
Jim Rome Needs Help
Updates
My friend Danny sent me the URL for this site. It is fucking funny. All about Minneapolis/St.Paul
In other news...
It is my opinion that no matter how sucky the Vikings are, it will be tough for the Packers to beat them for a third time this season. Even though the game is in Green Bay. I am praying Favre doesn't have an interception-laden meltdown. The rest of the games are snooze-ville USA. I hate the AFC, but I'd be all for stopping everything and having a game between the Steelers and the Patriots right now for the title. No one from the NFC is worthy.
Other games: St. Louis vs. Seattle. If any Al-Qaeda folks are hiding out in the U.S. with a dirty bomb can you please launch it at this game? An "all-pro" roster from these two squads would get smoked by USC 99-10. (that's the halftime score) Fucking disgraceful.
The excitement level of this game rivals that of most 19-th tier CFL matchups. I'd rather chop wood with Doug Flutie for a month than see one minute of this game. Holmgren's magic wore off around 1998.
NY Jets at the Chargers. As if. I sympathize with Chad Pennington for having to be written about by the NY Post's Steve "1979 CBS sitcom hair" Serby, but please you fuckers are out of gas. Herm Edwards looks like he is addicted to TrimSpa. Curtis Martin is 31. (And Moses is 32.) He's a fossil. Still, the Chargers may choke. But I doubt it. All I can really say about this game is thank god Junior Seau is not on either team. Why? Because he is a fucking cretin.
Broncos at Colts. Doesn't this game happen like every 4 or 5 days? Too bad the Broncos still don't have a chance. And because they don't have a chance, look for John Lynch to unleash a brutal hit on a Colts receiver and get away with it because he is white. And no one likes a clean-cut white guy to get violent like 99% of Americans. That's why they also like righteous, daddy-protected, mouth-breathing honky QBs like Peyton Manning to fuel their masturbatory fantasies. Seriously, if Peyton Manning isn't a walking poster for sleep apnea, then I don't know who is. Calm down and focus on breathing thru your nose, amigo.
In other news...
It is my opinion that no matter how sucky the Vikings are, it will be tough for the Packers to beat them for a third time this season. Even though the game is in Green Bay. I am praying Favre doesn't have an interception-laden meltdown. The rest of the games are snooze-ville USA. I hate the AFC, but I'd be all for stopping everything and having a game between the Steelers and the Patriots right now for the title. No one from the NFC is worthy.
Other games: St. Louis vs. Seattle. If any Al-Qaeda folks are hiding out in the U.S. with a dirty bomb can you please launch it at this game? An "all-pro" roster from these two squads would get smoked by USC 99-10. (that's the halftime score) Fucking disgraceful.
The excitement level of this game rivals that of most 19-th tier CFL matchups. I'd rather chop wood with Doug Flutie for a month than see one minute of this game. Holmgren's magic wore off around 1998.
NY Jets at the Chargers. As if. I sympathize with Chad Pennington for having to be written about by the NY Post's Steve "1979 CBS sitcom hair" Serby, but please you fuckers are out of gas. Herm Edwards looks like he is addicted to TrimSpa. Curtis Martin is 31. (And Moses is 32.) He's a fossil. Still, the Chargers may choke. But I doubt it. All I can really say about this game is thank god Junior Seau is not on either team. Why? Because he is a fucking cretin.
Broncos at Colts. Doesn't this game happen like every 4 or 5 days? Too bad the Broncos still don't have a chance. And because they don't have a chance, look for John Lynch to unleash a brutal hit on a Colts receiver and get away with it because he is white. And no one likes a clean-cut white guy to get violent like 99% of Americans. That's why they also like righteous, daddy-protected, mouth-breathing honky QBs like Peyton Manning to fuel their masturbatory fantasies. Seriously, if Peyton Manning isn't a walking poster for sleep apnea, then I don't know who is. Calm down and focus on breathing thru your nose, amigo.
1/05/2005
Beller at the Jets game, Hunter Kennedy, Silver Jews news
I may have ran a link to this before, but maybe not...
Good stuff at any rate...
Here's Kennedy...
story on MINUS TIMES
Click on "current issue" up top on the menu bar,
Then click on the cover of #22,
Then click on my name in the menu,
Then read.
and FINALLY....
The Silver Jewsare making another, possibly last, record in Nashville at the moment.
here's the roster:
DCB
Stephen Malkmus, guit
Mike Fellows bass
"The drummer is local Titans booster, Brian Kotzur"
Cassie B on a couple vocals &
maybe Will Oldham and Steve West and maybe even Bobby Nastanovich.
& Look for nastanovich's horse racing analysis website lonelyontherail.com to launch later this year.
Good stuff at any rate...
Here's Kennedy...
story on MINUS TIMES
Click on "current issue" up top on the menu bar,
Then click on the cover of #22,
Then click on my name in the menu,
Then read.
and FINALLY....
The Silver Jewsare making another, possibly last, record in Nashville at the moment.
here's the roster:
DCB
Stephen Malkmus, guit
Mike Fellows bass
"The drummer is local Titans booster, Brian Kotzur"
Cassie B on a couple vocals &
maybe Will Oldham and Steve West and maybe even Bobby Nastanovich.
& Look for nastanovich's horse racing analysis website lonelyontherail.com to launch later this year.
Brilliant x 2
Taibbi In a bar fight, no 35-year-old man with a bow tie has friends.
Another NY Sports Expresser chimes in:
JIM CHENEY SEZ:
Jets 14 vs. Chargers 28
Broncos 10 Vs. Colts 35
Rams 21 vs. Seattle 24
Vikings 3 vs. GB 21
It's not shaping up to be a terribly interesting post
season. It actually looks kind of boring. I'll stick
with Philly and Indy in the Super Bowl. I don't think
the Steelers will make it. Expectations are too high.
Giants 2005 - The year Eli makes his brother look like
Joe Pisarcik.
___
end
Another NY Sports Expresser chimes in:
JIM CHENEY SEZ:
Jets 14 vs. Chargers 28
Broncos 10 Vs. Colts 35
Rams 21 vs. Seattle 24
Vikings 3 vs. GB 21
It's not shaping up to be a terribly interesting post
season. It actually looks kind of boring. I'll stick
with Philly and Indy in the Super Bowl. I don't think
the Steelers will make it. Expectations are too high.
Giants 2005 - The year Eli makes his brother look like
Joe Pisarcik.
___
end
1/04/2005
Wow...
This (see below) is a great, brilliant piece of writing/criticism. There's a couple of spots like the one below where the writer gets off track --Royal Tenenbaum calls Danny Glover "Coltrane" and "grizzly bear" because he (Royal) is an asshole. Anderson's dialogue then, in this case, just illustrates Royal's shortcomings. If people laugh, it's not at Danny Glover's expense, it's largely because they're uncomfortable with Royal's brusque idiocy... For me the jury is still out on Pagoda, and any character Kumar plays in an Anderson movie. I love the guy and not in an Oh-he's-my-little-ethnic-teddy-bear way. The writer is dead-on about the Margaret Wang character in Rushmore though. And his overall point, about Wes Anderson and hipsters and the slippage in his films rings true, because nearly one month after it's release in NYC, I haven't bothered to get off my ass and see The Life Aquatic. And I am an Anderson and Bill Murray fan. I really don't care if/when I go.
For Royal Tenenbaum, when his money runs out and he gets the boot from his penthouse, that guy is Pagoda. As his absurd name indicates, he is an Indian, played by longtime Anderson hand Kumar Pallana. He works as a butler in the Tenenbaum mansion, essentially a caricature coolie. In other words, he’s a walking ethnic joke, pretty much bereft of any individuality except for the moment when he stabs his friend in the gut, after being loyal to Royal costs him his job. A casual racism pervades Anderson’s movies—it’s there in the infamous scene in Tenenbaums when Gene Hackman calls Danny Glover “Coltrane” and challenges him to a jive-off and in Rushmore in the figure of Margaret Yang, the stereotypical Asian-American striver ready to kiss even Max Fisher’s ass for a part in the play. He has this in common with fellow hipster auteur Sofia Coppola. Her Lost in Translation succeeded mostly as a sustained mood piece—Williamsburg goes to Tokyo, holes up in a fancy hotel, feels sorry for itself, hangs around in its underwear, then bumps into Bill Murray drinking himself to sleep at the bar.
I've been reading up on the people that do this N + 1 thing, and their hatred of the New Republic, McSweeney's etc. There's a genius piece in a recent issue of the Observer with interviews with them, that I'm too lazy to link to at the moment...They're all very well educated, make very lucid (if not NEW) points, chose interesting targets, etc... I have to say I do enjoy the New Republic as of late. Some of their cover stories have a very thin veneer, and seem incongruous with the rest of the mag (and certainly no one needs to review a Bob Dylan book--not even his autobio, just some critical jackoffery), but much of their book reviewing is great. David hadju's music criticism I can take a pass on, Martin Peretz I will gladly pass on. BUT Peter Beinart and especially Jason Zengerle's writing (especially throughout both conventions) is/was pure genius. Noam Schieber, and their front of the book takedowns of Zell Miller, etc. are fucking hilarious. They just sit and point out the obvious LIES that the right convinces the general public to believe.
By the way, the N+ 1 piece was originally linked at Gawker today. That's where I found it. Most of the time I rarely come across anything on my own.
More later.
For Royal Tenenbaum, when his money runs out and he gets the boot from his penthouse, that guy is Pagoda. As his absurd name indicates, he is an Indian, played by longtime Anderson hand Kumar Pallana. He works as a butler in the Tenenbaum mansion, essentially a caricature coolie. In other words, he’s a walking ethnic joke, pretty much bereft of any individuality except for the moment when he stabs his friend in the gut, after being loyal to Royal costs him his job. A casual racism pervades Anderson’s movies—it’s there in the infamous scene in Tenenbaums when Gene Hackman calls Danny Glover “Coltrane” and challenges him to a jive-off and in Rushmore in the figure of Margaret Yang, the stereotypical Asian-American striver ready to kiss even Max Fisher’s ass for a part in the play. He has this in common with fellow hipster auteur Sofia Coppola. Her Lost in Translation succeeded mostly as a sustained mood piece—Williamsburg goes to Tokyo, holes up in a fancy hotel, feels sorry for itself, hangs around in its underwear, then bumps into Bill Murray drinking himself to sleep at the bar.
I've been reading up on the people that do this N + 1 thing, and their hatred of the New Republic, McSweeney's etc. There's a genius piece in a recent issue of the Observer with interviews with them, that I'm too lazy to link to at the moment...They're all very well educated, make very lucid (if not NEW) points, chose interesting targets, etc... I have to say I do enjoy the New Republic as of late. Some of their cover stories have a very thin veneer, and seem incongruous with the rest of the mag (and certainly no one needs to review a Bob Dylan book--not even his autobio, just some critical jackoffery), but much of their book reviewing is great. David hadju's music criticism I can take a pass on, Martin Peretz I will gladly pass on. BUT Peter Beinart and especially Jason Zengerle's writing (especially throughout both conventions) is/was pure genius. Noam Schieber, and their front of the book takedowns of Zell Miller, etc. are fucking hilarious. They just sit and point out the obvious LIES that the right convinces the general public to believe.
By the way, the N+ 1 piece was originally linked at Gawker today. That's where I found it. Most of the time I rarely come across anything on my own.
More later.
1/03/2005
tiny, lucky g,
Scroll down to her December 19th post, it is pretty great.
This is such a relief
Statement From King Of Crunk Lil Jon Regarding the Alleged Animosity Between
Lil Jon and Usher:
Contrary to the false rumors regarding Lil Jon's animosity towards Usher,
Lil Jon confirms there is absolutely no dispute or ill will between the two.
Lil Jon says, "Usher and I are good friends. It's just haters trying to stir
some negative bullsh** up because we've had such a big year. We've made
history together...#1 records, non-stop radio play and a bunch of awards.
We're looking forward to more hit records and we're definitely gonna keep it
Crunk in the New Year."
FYI: Lil Jon's single "Lovers & Friends" featuring Usher and Ludacris is
expected to lock down the top spot on Billboard's Hot Rap Tracks this week
and is currently #4 and rising on Billboard's Hot 100 Chart.
Lil Jon and Usher:
Contrary to the false rumors regarding Lil Jon's animosity towards Usher,
Lil Jon confirms there is absolutely no dispute or ill will between the two.
Lil Jon says, "Usher and I are good friends. It's just haters trying to stir
some negative bullsh** up because we've had such a big year. We've made
history together...#1 records, non-stop radio play and a bunch of awards.
We're looking forward to more hit records and we're definitely gonna keep it
Crunk in the New Year."
FYI: Lil Jon's single "Lovers & Friends" featuring Usher and Ludacris is
expected to lock down the top spot on Billboard's Hot Rap Tracks this week
and is currently #4 and rising on Billboard's Hot 100 Chart.
NEW YEAR
Sorry for the delay. I was holi-dazzled out and flu-ed out.
This gal Nedelle is putting out a pretty great record in Feburary.
Football observations momentarily.
This gal Nedelle is putting out a pretty great record in Feburary.
Football observations momentarily.
