Wednesday, October 29, 2003

sick, yet fascinating..

The supposed economic advantages of attempting suicide.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

really santa...

...I'll be good all year if you bring me Unearthed, the ginormous Johnny Cash boxset. You don't understand how much I'm dying to hear his versions of "Wichita Lineman" and "Gentle on my Mind," the latter featuring the inimitable Glen Campbell. Don't even get me started on my love of Glen Campbell. Or Gordon Lightfoot. I love me some shlocky '60s and '70s songwriters.

Monday, October 27, 2003

good riddance from the red sox nation

After most of the city of Boston calling for his head on a platter for the last week or so, the Red Sox have decided to let Grady Little go. This could be a case of cutting their nose to spite their face, but at least Little will remember to PULL YOUR STARTER OUT AFTER THE SEVENTH INNING.

I'm not nearly as bitter as I was last week. Maybe it's because the Yankees lost.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

playing makeup, wearing guitar

"To me, anybody who has to move somewhere to become something they're not isn't the real thing. If you've gotta move to Los Angeles to make it, then you ain't got it." -- Paul Westerberg in The Onion.


Lord knows there are a few folks that I used to know whom I'd love to send that quote to...

rambling ahead

I will admit it. I have a soft spot for Sting. But "his didactic, smugly penitent music," according to Salon, "still seems designed to be played by an adulterer returning to Westchester in his Jag." I realize the man is a suburban sex symbol these days, but I still love the Police. I turn in my hipster trash credentials.


Meanwhile, I saw the fabulous John Vanderslice with Beulah and Matt Suggs at the Rotunda last night. I sort of like Beulah, but after a while, their songs seem to all sound very similar. The 'Slice always puts me in a good mood, as did the Red Sox victory last night.


But man am I pissed at the Cubs.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

They're not sick and they're not well...

Yes, the song will be in your head: Flagpole Sittas. 165 days!

Saturday, October 11, 2003

Yeah, so that Swiffer commercial that uses Devo's "Whip It?" I just learned that other day that that's really Devo. Yes, I realize that this is mainly a story on Mogwai. But I couldn't find a free link to the Ad Age story in which Mark Mothersbaugh says that he likes "messing with the boundaries between art and commerce." It's a nice little way to mess with the holier-than-thou "don't sell out" opinion because it is just SO RIDICULOUS.