Friday, April 18, 2008
My friend Mike from the Fearless Romantics blog put it this way: “Oh, this is just so sad. Danny will always be the man. every time I listen to one of those great tracks where he just defined that E Street sound, gave it that extra zing, a bit of mystery, and, like I've said before, made sure Bruce never became Meat Loaf. He always seemed to be in the background at the shows, in terms of personality – he just let his music do the talking. But you knew that he'd been there all the way, was a superb musician, and without him the whole Springsteen sound would have been so different.”
He’d left the band late in 2007 to battle cancer… a fight he lost April 17, 2008 when he passed away. Sad news for sure, as he’d recently joined the band for a guest appearance in Indianapolis just a few weeks prior.
I guess most of us hoped he was recovering and would be back with the band soon. Reports from a recent show in Anaheim noted that, during the intro to "Magic," Bruce paused and seemed to stammer his way through the words "Danny needs your prayers..."
It’s strange to feel sad about the death of someone you didn’t know and never met. But I’m glad that the last time I saw Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, we sat behind the stage but pretty close and behind Danny’s side of the stage.
During band introductions, Bruce used to refer to him as Phantom Dan. Now you see him, now you don’t. RIP Danny, you’ll be missed.
See him take one of his solos from his final show with the band by clicking here.
"Danny and I worked together for 40 years - he was the most wonderfully fluid keyboard player and a pure natural musician. I loved him very much...we grew up together."
The Federici family and the E Street family request that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Danny Federici Melanoma Fund. A web site for the Fund has been established: http://www.thedannyfedericimelanomafund.com/news.html
Monday, April 14, 2008
Go out this Saturday and support your local independent record store! I read something recently that the two largest music retailers in the U.S. are Walmart and iTunes. That’s kinda sad. Stop buying CD’s from Best Buy and Target and start supporting these local indie places before they’re all gone.
Aahh… but what to buy? Here’s the Top 10 New, Old, and Recent Albums Recommended With Confidence:
1. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Dig Lazarus Dig!!! (2008) Strange storytelling, distinctive voice, rockin tunes, and solid production. In other words “the new Nick Cave album is good.”
2. Nine Inch Nails – Year Zero (2007) Most famous for the way Trent Reznor hyped this before its release, but the album itself is actually great. Too bad the marketing got more media coverage than the music. I’ve never been a big Nine Inch Nails fan, but this is an excellent record. Very “listenable” songs for the average non-NIN fan, but still packed with the all the noise-meets-instruments genius of Reznor’s production.
3. Jason Isbell – Sirens of the Ditch (2007) Former Drive-By Trucker’s first solo album is full of solid tunes. Highly recommended.
4. The Word – The Word (2001) Pedal-steel guitar phenom Robert Randolph teams up with keyboardist John Medeski and the North Mississippi Allstars for jammin instrumentals that aren’t too wanky or boring.
5. Raconteurs – Consolers of the Lonely (2008) Brendan Benson and Jack White get the band back together, resulting in a deeper, more varied, and flat-out rockin second album.
6. Old 97’s – Too Far to Care (1997) Underrated classic alt-country gem here. Trademark witty lyrics and heartbroken melodies… The peak example of the Old 97’s train wreck of rock and country.
7. Wu Tang Clan – 8 Diagrams (2007) Legendary hip-hop group led by The RZA return to peak form with an instant classic. That’s not just lazy review-speak, the album is really that good.
8. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Howl (2005) Alt-rockers tone it down a bit for more of an Americana feel and it yields the highlight album of their career.
9. David Crosby – If I Could Only Remember My Name (1971) Crosby’s first solo record is an overlooked piece of rock history. Nice little album features great guitar work by Jerry Garcia. Appearances by Mickey Hart, Paul Kantner, Jorma Kaukonen, Bill Kreutzman, Phil Lesh, Grace Slick, Joni Mitchell, and Neil Young don’t hurt either. But Crosby’s voice and songs like “Music Is Love,” “Laughing,” and “Cowboy Movie” are the real stars here.
10. Black Keys – Attack & Release (2008) New one from bluesy guitar-drums duo gets better with every listen.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
They make decent records. Their first one, August and Everything After, was both critically acclaimed and commercially successful. They have this sort of modern-folky/classic rock sound behind Duritz’s more-than-capable vocals (often referred to as “whiney”). And while he often sounds whiney (told ya), he is a good singer and decent lyricist.
But this is the blogosphere. I’m kinda new to this blog thing, and while I might not have invented the Internet, I’ve clicked around enough to know that serious music freaks and bloggers are not supposed to like the Counting Crows. Like, at all. Duritz and the Counting Crows are the people and bands we’re supposed to make fun of while extolling the virtues of some hot trendy band of hacks like the Killers or Snow Patrol. Sorry, but I’m not playing along.
Rolling Stone magazine, that former authority on all things rock music and former pillar of music journalism, just had a good feature on Duritz. Talked about how he has a life-long mental illness that’s been diagnosed as a dissociative disorder. Now, I’m usually the first person to not feel sorry for rich celebrities who “just cant cope” with their fame and riches. But maybe this guy is a real human being who happens to have some real issues that have nothing to do with being a celebrity (other than living under a microscope of criticism and needing to take meds that make him gain weight). Maybe he’s not just whining about how hard it is to be the rich and famous Mr. Jones Guy. The article was titled Why Can't Adam Duritz Get Any Respect? How the Counting Crows leader battled depression and his critics — and made his best album in a decade.
Then, elsewhere in the same issue, the actual album review is filled with snarky comments like “We know, dude: Life in L.A. is tough.” And yet it also admits that some songs are “little masterpieces of pop craft.” So it’s like they can’t deny that the actual album is good (despite the unenthusiastic 3-star review), but they’re just too cool to not take cheap shots at Adam Duritz.
Funny, looking at my notes from when I first heard the album, I wrote: “it's okay. after a few listens I’m not all gung-ho to keep listening more..... I liked the first album a lot (back then) but I wouldn't classify myself as a big Counting Crows fan so I kinda don’t care either way.”
A few listens later I wrote: “Listened to this again yesterday, starting on track 8 and just listening to 8-14. Pretty enjoyable. I reckon it would be better with a few less tunes (taking out tracks 1, 13, and 14 wouldn’t hurt).”
By today, several more listens later, I found myself writing “man I’m really loving this record a lot more than I ever thought I would!”
Hmm. So there it is: I love the new Counting Crows record and I’m not gonna be ashamed to admit it. Just don’t send this link to any of your really cool music buddies.
Okay, first of all, I’m not a democrat, but you can guess that their alleged platform is more in line with my thinking than the republicans. But that doesn't matter. How ridiculous and flat-out stupid and wrong is that statement?
So I’m considering just giving him the finger for being such a dick, though I probably would just do the stare-down headshake. But as I pull along side I see he's in uniform that says "county sheriff’s office." so this is the kinda whackjob that works in a sheriff’s office? Does he have a gun??
Now.... I know.... free speech and all.... but does he REALLY believe that? Aren’t there other more accurate statements he could make that might be thoughtful/intelligent reasons to not vote Democrat?
What the fuck is wrong with this country that people need to put DEMOCRATS HATE AMERICA in huge letters on their truck??
Seriously. There’s other hands-free options. And most of the time when I see people wearing them, they're not even on a call. Just walking around with this fuckin thing in their head so everyone can see they have one. Like "Ooh! I might get a call! I’m ready!" Bunch of tossers. Again, sorry if you have one. They just look idiotic.
ugh..... there's more and more of them every day! Multiplying like cyborgs or something. And I saw this freakin really old guy with white hair, sitting in a restaurant with his wife, not on a call, wearing one of these things.
Saw another dude the other day, driving a pistachio/light-blue Mercedes..... had a Bluetooth thing in his right ear while he was talkin on a phone he was holding to his left ear!
This is what we’ve come to? We’re so “busy” in our “fast-paced, hi-tech” world that we can’t even go like this [raises arm so hand meets ear]??
Then yesterday i saw a sticker that said "F*CK TERRORISM."
YEA!!!! we're winning!!!
Also... y'all seen these big fake scrotums that rednecks hang from the bottom of the back of their big-ass trucks?? Do they think this is remotely cool or tough? really? a freakin fake sack of nuts hanging from their truck? it's silly and gross.
I guess they're saying "my truck has balls" in some fashion, but just go ahead and drive a big-ass truck, that's enough to let us know you're some big bad cool dude.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
I’ve always found excuses to wander into a bookstore and just sniff the spines. For different reasons, I have the same love for danky oddly-organized dimly lit underground used book stores that I have for the bright huge chain stores that offer best sellers, a warehouse-sized store full of every book under the sun, and a mini pseudo coffee shop in the corner.
While you can’t beat the mystique and value of a mom’n’pop used book shop, I also love the smooth new books. You can just pull them off the shelf with that ffft sound and gently imitate it by wooshing your palm across the cover. Ffft.
Sometimes I’ll visit books I’ve loved… just to touch them again. Remind me of the feeling I had when I was with them. And to make sure certain title are there. Are they in the right place? On the proper shelf, waiting to be chosen so they can give those same feelings to someone new.
I love to pick up nice crisp new books, even if they’re old titles new in paperback, the actual book itself is new. Pages unruffled, spines unbent. Like a little gift waiting to be unwrapped; to share its story and dreams and imagined worlds.
If I haven’t read it, it’s new to me.
Even books I know nothing about by people I’ve never heard of attract me. I like to turn these books over and read the glowing quoted snippets promising “a journey like no other,” and “a mesmerizing tale” or “a world of infinite possibilities playing out in a small town.”
“A tour-de force.”
My favorites were the quotes about the author. “As compelling a first novel as has ever been written.” “A strong new voice.” “Perhaps the first great voice of his generation.”
That’s what I wanted to be.
But I was a sham. All my unused pens, still full of ink, and stacks of empty pages were proof that I was nothing. I wasn’t a writer. I was the first great waste of my generation’s voice. But slowly I was forcing myself to speak.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
23/7: So Mike, growing up in England, how did you gain a profound interest in, and appreciation of, such purely American music? Not that other people all over the world haven't always liked Bob Dylan and other American artists, but some of your absolute favorite music (Ryan Adams, Wilco, the Jayhawks, Bruce Springsteen, Dylan) are just so rooted in American folk. How did you develop this taste?
It seems that all through the rock era, the biggest and best bands have been from your side of the pond (Beatles, Stones, Black Sabbath, the Clash, U2, Radiohead). While I'm sure you may be a fan of some or all of them, it's the American folk that seems to have really struck a chord with you. Also, how do you feel about some of the UK-based singer-songwriters like Elvis Costello and Robyn Hitchcock?
Fearless Romantics: I think originally it stemmed from the group I hung around with when I was at university -which was when I started to stockpile CDs like anything (there was a superb CD fair over the road from my college, first Saturday of each month). At that time, everyone was into Oasis, Radiohead, Pulp...all that stuff. They fetishised these bands and it really turned me off - and what's more they were very exclusive, disliking everything which was alien to them. When I went to college, it was all about the Beatles and Bob Dylan as far as I was concerned, and I got stick for it! Amazing to think of it, from a bunch of 18 year olds. So anyway, when it came to making decisions about which direction to take my musical interests, I really took what I saw to be the natural routes outwards from Dylan - the Byrds, the Band, later on Ryan Adams, the Jayhawks - rather than those from the Beatles - the 90s Britpop bands, glam, punk, and so on.
On top of this, I have always been fascinated by American culture - most of my favourite authors are from the States, and I think the three trips I made there left a lasting impression on me. Just the vastness of it and the miles of open country - it was the aspects of Britain that I liked, but magnified. I had a late rebellion and instead of reacting against my parents when I was 14, I reacted against the classic British intellectual snobbish anti-American standpoint when I was 18.
In fact the US cultural factor is probably a better explanation than the 18 year old nobody-understands-me explanation. The music I really like represents a culture which, although I'm not a part of, holds a real interest to me. The fact that I'm not part of that culture probably helps - I can over-romanticise at my leisure.
Singer-songwriters like Elvis Costello - I respect them but their excessive and self-conscious Britishness drives me mad.
How about you - how do you view the classic British bands and songwriters that you mentioned? Do you relate them to any view you have of British culture?
23/7: Interesting stuff.
Well, to sound like a typical American, I have very little knowledge of British culture. I have this ignorant, stereotypical view of stuffy queens eating tea and crumpets, much like some people around the world view us as fat, McDonald's-eating, Bush-voting idiots watching reality TV.
Musically, I'm always reminded of the British Invasion. Like the Beatles, Stones, the Who and others had to come here and show us how to really rock. But there's always this air of "We're better than you with our fancy accents." Maybe that's the "self-conscious Britishness” you mentioned.
While I really dig Radiohead, it's more form a pure musical and studio prowess standpoint. Just an enjoyment and appreciation of their albums, as well as their live show. I don’t personally relate to them as much as I do more purely American experiences like Bruce and even hip-hop. I don’t get into Oasis, "brit-pop" and other more contemporary British music. I'm pretty turned off by most of what I've heard.
There is this feeling of, if an American artist is "huge in England" than he/she is poised for stardom. Like you guys "get it" and eventually we will to. I think Jimi Hendrix sort of had to go conquer England before coming home to success in America.
FR: One of the things you say which I find really fascinating is your view of British culture - which you say is stereotypical and ignorant - as being stuffy; because I really think you're right! It is not that we're all upper-class tea drinkers. But I do think that British culture is very proud. Whatever class or group Brits are from, they seem to be very proud of it, to the extent that they sometimes find it difficult to respect other cultures. My university friends were typical lefty, PC, worldly students, but I think US culture threatened their proud superiority - it's harder to patronise such a powerful country as the US.
Anyway, musically, I think the UK is a test ground for a lot of acts because it is smaller than the US - start with small goals and so on. Sure, the Who and the Beatles and the Stones taught white America how to rock, or at any rate they helped with that process, but their music came from America to begin with. And ok, much of that music evolved from forms that can be traced back to Africa, so the US can't claim sole responsibility. But I think those UK bands got big because they were the first white bands to make that kind of music.
23/7: I just heard a quote from Elton John. Excuse me, SIR Elton John. He was performing with Ryan Adams on Country Music TV a few years ago and they asked about how country music influenced them and their music and Elton said he thought of country music as "the white man's soul music. The only white music that came out of America that was sort of equivalent to black soul music and gospel music."
I thought that was an interesting point. And it's funny, modern country music in America has become a pop fashion show. Where good-looking men and woman wear cowboy hats and sing twangy, watered-down love songs that they didn't write. It's such a far cry from REAL country music. But I guess that's happened in almost every genre, where the pursuit of money catches up and surpasses the quality and authenticity. Trying to compare or equate Toby Keith or Tim McGraw to Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson is a bit like putting crap like the Black-Eyed Peas in the same category as Public Enemy.
FR: Yeah, I've heard that quote and I agree: there's a lot to it. I subconsciously relate country to soul and folk to blues. The analogy isn't great, as I guess folk is a much more general term describing music from all different places (old English folk songs, Irish ditties, bluesy slave tunes), but I guess if you narrow folk down to “American folk,” then it kind of works. So the Basement Tapes are to Robert Johnson as Ryan Adams is to Otis Redding. What do you think?
23/7: Hmm.... I think we might lose each other if we keep up all these analogies. But that's a pretty good one there.
PJ HARVEY: Uh-Huh Her
Grinding, grungy, urgent, immediate, personal, raw, catchy, folky, punky, mature, frivolous, yearning, cathartic, confrontational, sensual, and empowering. Find all of this and PJ playing the majority of the instruments herself and singing, howling, whispering, shrieking, and grunting her way through a disc-full of great, great songs.
WILCO: A Ghost is Born
Sounds like Jeff Tweedy riding Neil Young's Crazy Horse down Abbey Road. One of America's best singer/songwriters hits his stride alongside a fine band that might change members, but continues to peak. The hypnotic bounce of "Spiders (Kidsmoke)." Tweedy's voice on "Hummingbird," the way he sings "A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her," and the chord changes underneath are just so sweet. The pure heartache of "The type of sound that floats around and then back down… Like a feather." Probably my favorite album of 2004.
Once again Bjork gets weird on us, but would we want it any other way? This time out, she fills a CD with songs that are mostly a capella. Now, in this case that doesn't mean there's no music, just means that she created almost all of the music tracks, bass lines, and beats with voices. (There is some instrumentation, but most of the sounds are created by voices.) Medulla makes for an innovative and interesting listen, but certainly not her finest album. Funny, if she wanted to make a quick cool million, there's no doubt she could have a major dance club hit. On almost every album she manages at least one really great one, and often buries it like a gem lost beneath all her other artistic endeavors. Still, she proves she's got the musical intuition and creative flair of some genius/child she seems to have trapped inside of her.
GREEN DAY: American Idiot
I gotta admit, I never really liked Green Day and I don't care for the generation of limited imitators who walk like them, dress like them, but not quite them. That said, American Idiot is a really solid record. Good political lyrics without whining or preaching. Crisp, punchy production without sounding too slick or overproduced. Riffs that rock, tracks that beg to be cranked, and some really great drumming.
KANYE WEST: The College Dropout
As much as I love hip-hop, I haven't heard much in the last couple of years that got me too excited. But Kanye's CD is a blast from the not-so-distant past, when a hip-hop CD could blend bangin' beats, clever rhymes, and a few good skits (but not too many!) into an hour of fun. There was a lot of hype on Kanye in 2004. There's good reason for it.
SONIC YOUTH: Sonic Nurse
Kim Gordon and the boys make house calls, not far from Murray Street. Another perfect mix of experimental noise rock and pop melodies.
ELVIS COSTELLO: The Delivery Man
Well, it was easy to find plenty of reviews where hip and aging rock critics turned an easy phrase and simply declared that Costello delivered again. And I guess in some fashion he did. The Delivery Man is pretty decent, but it's getting a bit tiring that every time E.C. stops messing with show tunes and other tin pan alley rubbish he's delved into recently, we get to read a "return to form" review. While his last rock album (When I Was Cruel) certainly lived up to that billing, The Delivery Man just proves that Costello still has enough talent to knock out a punchy rock record in his sleep. Unfortunately, sometimes it sounds as if he's done exactly that.
LORETTA LYNN: Van Lear Rose
Okay, I’m a sucker. I never would have heard this album if I hadn’t read about the White Stripes’ Jack White producing and playing guitar on it. Call me a trendy hipster, blindly following the alt-rock critics darling Jack down a country road all the way to a Loretta Lynn album. Either way, this is a truly great album that finds Lynn’s voice as strong as ever, and the unlikely pairing of White and Lynn spawned a gritty country album that rocks.
U2: How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
I just had to put this into the 2004 Time Capsule. According to most mainstream media, THIS was THE album of the year. Yea, the hype machine was cranked up to 11 for this one. Don't get me wrong, I am a big U2 fan, and I don't usually subscribe to the all-too-easy "U2 sucks, I liked the old stuff when they were good!" approach, but this time around the promotion was better than the actual album. It sounds like a shell of an imitation of 2001's All That You Cant Leave Behind, except without all the great melodies and decent lyrics. "Vertigo" is a pretty good tune the first 50 times you hear it, and "Love and Peace or Else" is a standout track. Once again, Edge and the band are in fine form, but too many of the songs seem a bit forced, contrived, and over-the-top with syrupy Bono-ness. Imitation isn't flattering when you imitate yourself. Seems like maybe this is the album that should have had the phrase "Can't Leave Behind" in the title.
We sound like a cross between Bob Seger, Bob Saget, Bob Dylan, and Bob Marley. Kinda like early Black Rebel Motorcycle Club meets Cleveland the Black Dude on Family Guy. It's sorta like a sober Replacements doing a film score for a Wes Anderson movie.
So I get up there to the front of the line and hand her a paper to sign and she looks up, looks me right in the eye and says, "What, you didn't buy the book?"
The collision of acoustic guitars layered over crashing drums….. the dynamics of loud moments and quiet ones living on either side of a wall but under the same roof of a song. The haunted whine of his vocals and harmonies; the crispy but not-too-slick production. This album has it all.
This album has texture. It has moods. And the cool album cover, with the blue title lettering that I’ve always thought matches the music perfectly. Oh yea, and great songwriting. The songs are strong, without which the rest of what I described wouldn’t mean a damn thing.
Workbook has a 2-minute instrumental “intro” track (“Sunspots”) that leads nicely into the first actual song (track 2 “Wishing Well”) and it really sounds like a perfectly placed first song, if that makes sense. The occasional string arrangements are always haunting, never cheesy. And you really cant go wrong with such great song titles as “Sinners and Their Repentances” and “Compositions for the Young and Old.” Sure, the last track is a bit of a throwaway for me; it's D-tuned distortion and screaming seem a bit out of place… but it’s a sonic blast to remind us that despite all the acoustic guitars laying around in his living room, Bob Mould still rocked like Nirvana before Nirvana existed.
I’ve never really been into Husker Du or Sugar (Mould’s two bands that sandwich his early solo stuff), but I’ve loved this Workbook album since I was working in a record store when it was released and was lucky enough to be introduced to it.
So I made a point to meet up with it again and it seems we still get along quite well.
Like most of your fans, I’ve always wanted to write you a funny email and see it published on the Worldwide Leader Dot Com. I’ve thought of some good stuff, none of which I can remember now of course, but like Bruno Kirby’s character in “Good Morning Vietnam,” I KNOW IN MY HEART THAT I’M FUNNY.
I’m also jealous. See, I’m a writer and a sports fan, and let’s face it: you’ve got a great job. Meanwhile, I drive 65 miles each way to work as a Technical Writer. In fact, not only is the material boring, I don’t actually write anything. I’m an editor. A glorified proofreader. But that’s cool. I’ve been unemployed, so I’m okay with this gig. But I’m thinking you probably pull down some decent coin to basically do what most of us do with our buddies in emails and bars. Which in turn means you can afford NBA League Pass, NFL Ticket, AND TiVo.
Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t say your job was easy. But it’s gotta be relatively fun and extremely profitable. That said, I started wondering what I needed to do get a similar gig. I need a big break. Every now and again I’ve noticed espn.com giving some college kid a column or something. I always get all jealous about that kinda stuff. Of course, when I was in college at WVU I was too busy seeing if you could stick 4 large rolling papers together and successfully roll a smokeable monster joint to ever bother sending my clips to national sports media. (You can.)
But it’s never too late. Sure, I’ll turn 36 this summer, but I’m not a running back. It’s never too late. (By the way, I had one of those horrible “god I’m old” realizations last year when I realized that I’m actually older than Jerome Bettis.)
Did you hear about that college kid who’s just a writer looking to get his big break, so he declared for the NBA Draft as a PR stunt? Pretty funny stuff, and he landed himself a column on SI.com! Turns out this guy is my friend’s cousin! Damn, I’m SO close!
So, instead of sending you 3 emails every week in hopes that you someday publish one little paragraph of mine… I figured, in the spirit of you imitating Paul McGuire or Hubie Brown in print, I’d do my Bill Simmons impression and write some long-ass rambling column to prove to your bosses that I’ve still got Tremendous Upside Potential as a columnist. After all, while most of your readers seem pretty damn funny, they all just bite your style and make up some new Face or reference some crappy reality TV show that I couldn’t care less about… they’re really no different than internet versions of The Clones.
Let’s see…. What would be a good Simmonsian theme for my column? I know! I’ll keep a running diary while I watch an NBA playoff game.
8:18pm. okay, so I’m watching game 5 of the Cavs/Pistons series. No, ‘scuse me, I’m being a WITNESS, and I realize that Dick Stockton and Reggie Miller are referring to Sideshow Bob as VED-a-jao. Okay… I was already pissed that other announcers seemed to be calling him vuh-RAY-jhad (or jhan) when it seems the last syllable should rhyme with Yao. But I’m not Brazilian or whatever he is, so I figure they must know what’s up. But now Stockton’s breaking out VED-a-jao. I’m glad the end rhymes with Yao, but now they’ve changed where the emphasis goes.
8:22pm. Poor Reggie Miller is starting to say VET-a-jhan and bastardizing both versions. Can’t we institute a Yao/Ichiro rule on this guy and just call him Anderson?
8:26pm. Dude, I’m not trying to be mean, I actually like Cheryl Miller and think she does a decent job. But does her hair ever NOT look hideous? And I’m not just talking about the braids or the bob or a particular cut or style…. I mean any and all of them. Every time I see her I think, “god, her hair looks horrible!” then the word horrible reminds me of Bill Walton saying “HORRIBLE pass.” Let’s just move on.
8:31pm. So I’m watching, listening, and thinking about how I’m gonna ask you about this Verajao pronunciation stuff… and thinking about what you said about the double-secret Moving-Picks-Are-Okay rule… and just then, they call a moving pick! On VEDajhad! That’s when I knew it was my destiny to write this email/column to you.
Alright, screw this fake running diary thing. By the time I finish this, Game 5 will be history. I need something a bit more timeless, yet keeping within the imitation/flattery theme…. But with an original twist. Hmm… I’ve got it: I’ll keep a running diary of a typical boring day at a desk job so you can see how the rest of us live. See, we’re not able to stay up late watching Western Conference playoff games, and we cant go to Clippers games or fly to Boston and go to Red Sox games with your dad. We’re working stiffs. We sit here reading your column while trying to tune out the mindless banter of office hags and look like we’re doing actual work. (Right now I have The Costanza Face going, you know, the one where George works for the Yankees and since he doesn’t know what his job is, he perfects the art of looking confused or mad so people think he’s working.)
Actually, I’ll tweak this idea and make it more of a running diary of my typical work day AND a running diary of me reading one of your columns. (I think I’ve used the phrase “running diary” so much that it’s subliminally reminding me of “diarrhea.”)
Friday 2:16pm. Sweet! A new mailbag column was just posted. Thank god, I’ve nothing else to do this afternoon.
2:23. I know only the really funny questions get printed, but I do have questions I’d like to ask you…. I haven’t bothered to search your archives for this, but where do you really stand on the whole NBA Conspiracy Theory stuff? Do you think “They” make sure certain series go 7 games, or certain teams move on? I’m torn, on the one hand, it’s stupid to think they do. But then I saw that Lakers/Kings series a few years ago….. What say you?
2:26. I hope you’re right that LeBron goes crazy and eliminates the Pistons tonight. Oh, and I love a Springsteen reference.
2:27. Vice President of Common Sense. Great idea. I have nothing to add here, so let me ask you, where do the Wizards’ narrow losses to Cleveland in the first round rank on your Stomach Punch scale or whatever that’s called? I know, nobody cares about the Wizards, but I’m a life-long Bullets fan. Don’t laugh, they’ve won a title more recently than the Knicks! Anyway, LeBron absolutely walked on that one game winner. Reminded me of one of your reader’s emails that said that series would come down to officiating and Wizards fans would end up sick about all the calls going LeBron’s way. Actually, he got called for a few charges, but in one game he ran over Jared Jeffries like he was Bo plowing thru Boz and after whistling Bron-Bron for the charge, they had a conference and realized it was #23 and switched the call to a block on Jeffries. (And what’s up with Jeffries’ head? He’s weird looking.)
But I can’t complain. The Wizlets let LeBron go baseline for that other game winner, and Gilbert Arenas missed those freethrows. Oh well. Sadly enough, it’s a victory for a team like Washington to get all that TV exposure by playing in LeBron’s first playoff series. This is the same team that got rid of Chris Webber in his prime, a young Rasheed Wallace, Rip Hamilton, Ben Wallace… ugh, even Juwan Howard looked solid once he left town. I’m cringing at the thought of Kwame Brown turning into Jermaine O’Neal sometime soon.
2:31. I’m over-hearing these office hags talk about American Idol and something about Nick and Jessica hiring Jennifer Anniston’s lawyer or whatever. Please kill me.
2:36. Okay, that email from the guy from the “University of Riker’s Island” is just wrong.
2:39. Good point about annoying fake Boston accents. But what’s really annoying about Chris Berman (and for the most part I like him) is his obsession with saying “the frozen tundra,” “New York football Giants,” and “GEEEE-men” every single time he has the opportunity. I mean the frozen tundra in the Jon Facenda voice was funny the first 29832 times. But now it’s like he can’t not do it. Give it a rest, Boom.
2:41. I’m about to skip the next paragraph, cuz at first it looks like one of those Reality TV paragraphs, but then I realize you live near Ganz! I do a pretty good Nick Nolte impression, and after “listen convict, I don’t like you and you don’t like me,” the next best line to say is “We gotta get GANZ.”
2:44. There’s this one lady at my office who talks all the time. Never shuts up. This week she brought in a fundraiser for her kid. You know, one of those "pizza-making kit" fundraisers. Forget that. I looked at the stuff, it’s like $17 for one pizza and I gotta make it myself? If I’m gonna spend $17, I'll get 2 good pizzas fresh and hot that someone makes for me and brings to my house thanks.
I'd pay $34 if she'd just shut the f*#$ up for a few hours a day.
2:46. Well it wouldn’t be a Bill Simmons column without silly typos like “there are actual emails from actual readers,” instead of “these.” And “we’re at the point now where are save these emails…” instead of “we are saving” or “we save.” You said Kobe was lingering beyond the arc “giving the ball up every time it swing around to him.” I have been meaning to write to you and your bosses about this stuff, but I never documented the various offenses… but now you’ve handed all these to me IN ONE COLUMN. Even one of your readers chipped in with “…understand we we MUST boo Johnny Damon.” We we? Freakin spell check can pick that up! Inexcusable. I’m sitting here at my desk job chronicling this stuff while The Worldwide Leader doesn’t have a proofreader? Really?
Dammit! I had no intention of making this segment so long, but the Damon email also included “the guys we used to love plays for…” instead of guys play or guy plays. I was gonna let that one go, but then the next email has “guy with [a] silly hair cut… ask me the score” instead of asks. (oh, and “when your bombed” instead of “when you’re bombed.”) I mean, the a in brackets proves that someone is allegedly cleaning up the reader emails, so don’t hide behind the fact that a few of these errors are in readers emails. Another reader email gets cleaned up by putting [Jr.] after Mel Kiper, as if we would have thought they were referring to his dad. Yet, no one noticed that the Bug looked happier than a third base coach ready to congratulate someone who just HOT, not hit, a walkoff homer. Weak.
3:03. Great. You just beat me to the Stockton/Verajao jokes….
The Following Wednesday: I knew it would take me a week to write and send this. More typos on ESPN.com today. If the Worldwide Leader can’t be bothered to proofread their articles, then I’m not gonna bother to list them for you.
Watched Game 1 of the Pistons/Heat series last night. Is it me or does Flip Saunders look like a deaf guy with a facial tick?
Okay, you’re Bill Simmons, you’ve got a good sense of humor and you’re number 1 in the lig in making fun of Doc Rivers. You’re excellent in transition and you know you can get your Hubie Brown imitation off anytime you want. But you’ve got to work how he says “lig” for “league” into your game plan.
Yup, these are your readers…
Bob Dylan – New Morning, and Self Portrait
Carole King – Writer
Cat Stevens – Tea for the Tillerman
CCR – Cosmo's Factory, and Pendulum
CSNY – DeJa Vu
Derek and the Dominoes – Layla
Elton John – Tumbleweed Connection
Frank Zappa – Burnt Weenie Sandwhich, Chunga's Revenge, and Weasels Ripped My Flesh
George Harrison – All Things Must Pass
Grateful Dead – American Beauty, and Workingman's Dead
James Taylor – Sweet Baby James
Jimi Hendrix – Band of Gypsys
John Lennon – Plastic Ono Band
Led Zeppelin – III
Loretta Lynn – Coal Miners Daughter
Marvin Gaye – That’s the Way Love Is
Neil Young – After the Gold Rush
Pink Floyd – Atom Heart Mother
Santana – Abraxas
Simon & whutshisname – Bridge Over Troubled Water
Stevie Wonder – Signed Sealed Delivered
the Beatles – Let It Be
the Doors – Morrison Hotel
the Faces – First Step
the Rolling Stones – Get Yer Ya Ya's Out
Velvet Underground – Loaded
Van Morrison – Moondance
him:"President Bush’s time will be up soon and the next person will have a job to do."
me: "uh, yea....."
him: "but I don’t think Obama is the answer......"
me: surprisingly silent and polite... before offering, "I’m willing
to take a chance on him."
him: "I don’t know.... I mean, Jesse Jackson’s hanging out not really
say anything, but you know soon as Obama is elected Jesse Jackson will be the first one calling...."
me: "uh. well..... just cuz he might come calling doesn't mean he
actually has any power."
him: "I don’t know, they're saying it's gonna be a Black Agenda. I’m
not sure about that."
me: "uh, I really don’t think it will be."
him: "and I cant really see Hillary Clinton making a declaration of
cant remember how it ended.... but good thing I was polite and kept to myself cuz this guy was a bit idiotic. you can be a republican or a McCain supporter and you don’t have to be an Obama supporter.... but worrying about Obama and Jesse Jackson instituting a Black Agenda?? Where do they get this shit? And then being concerned that Hillary won’t make war? Why, cuz she's a GIRL??? And.... why do you WANT more war?? fuck.... I guess there's around 50% of Americans like this and a lot them vote!
and to those of you who think I am naïve about the reality of Life and Race in America:
I am far from living in a lily-white middleclass utopia. I’m not the one scared of the alleged Black Agenda and the supposedly upcoming race riots that will apparently be the result of an Obama win OR loss.I’m also not going to give you my resume of Black Experience or trade lists with you on how many blacks you've had in your house (the cable guy doesn't count, but if you're counting there's a problem). Obama is NOT my hip black imaginary friend. He is not my release from white racist guilt. I don’t need it. I’ve been a progressive anti-racist for as long as I can remember. I would vote for Obama if he was green or purple or even a white man. I’m sure some of you come in contact with many "under-privileged black people" in your daily life. How are those folks helping to enlighten your world view and ease your paranoia about the impending race wars? Sounds like it's not going too well. I’m sorry that those mean poor blacks you see in urban areas fucking hate you cuz you're white and they assume you hate them. I’m really sorry to hear that. Welcome to an America where the rest of us fully evolved non-racists are standing up to say we are embracing a new POSITIVIE way of doing things. and if the messenger happens to be black, so what. We’re not gonna give up on that "hope" and "change" and go the "safe" route with the Clintons or McCain. Some of you fear this will truly divide the country and I hope it will truly unite the country.
Imagine that. All this time…. “oh he’s a writer.” What have I written? Nothing. If a sound in the woods is never made, will there be anything to hear? Probably not. All this time of not writing has convinced me that I’m a writer with writer’s block. But it’s not like I’m some successful author who one day sits at the computer and freezes up. Sure I wrote lots of articles in high school and college, but I’ve never written a book.
I don’t even keep a journal. So how can I have writer’s block? Do illiterates or others who have no desire/skill to write walk around saying “I have writer’s block”?? I doubt it. But supposedly I’m a “writer” and others think of me as one, so since I’m not writing I must have writer’s block. That’s it.
Such a talented non-writing writer like myself. I can hide behind that sly smirky smile of writer’s block while acting like I’m hiding The Great American Novel behind these teeth. Like anytime I finally want to I could unleash a “work” that would hush my own inner critic and announce to the world: See I Really I Am A Writer! Well, you thought I was the whole time, but I never knew I was. All that time, this is what I wasn’t working on.
Hiding the implied great book-yet-written is almost like having a best seller. The unwritten book doesn’t get any bad reviews. The unwritten book might be the Next Great American Novel. As romantic as a song not yet written. Places we’ve never been. Made up people we’d never meet. Even if they were real. The unwritten book is mysterious. More secretive and unpredictable than the thrillers that were written. This one has no beginning, no end. No plot.
An unwritten masterpiece has as much, if not more, allure and appeal than an actual masterpiece. Endless possibilities. Any way to fulfill it’s destiny to being a great book.
The unwritten book is akin to its cousin the unwritten rule. The unwritten rule just reeks of honor. It’s a code. There are lots of unwritten rules for many situations. I’d give examples but wouldn’t want to get mixed up in the oxymoronic world of trying to explain, and thus write down and in a sense kill, an unwritten rule. This one is so powerful and important that it didn’t need to be written.
So, you could see that with such daunting perceptions and such overwhelming expectations, it was very hard to get started on my unwritten book. Every time I tried to dare or dared to try to put pen to paper, I’d be crushed under the weight of phrases like “Is this how The Great American Novel starts?”
I know, you can always go back later and write the beginning. Don’t worry about that. Just start writing. Of course, I’ve read all those tips in my endless supply of “writer’s block” books.
But I figured if I can always go back later and write the beginning, then I could always go back later to do the middle and end, too. So I wouldn’t write anything and the more this happened the less I found myself pen-in-hand even trying to start something.
I was always coming up with half-baked (or in some cases fully-baked) book ideas that seemed cool at first but then later felt incomplete. Not worthy for a whole book. Not worthy of even starting, I told myself.
British singer/songwriter Beth Orton is already 10 years removed from her acclaimed debut Trailer Park, a record that somehow successfully blended folk with shades of electronica. Her CD Comfort of Strangers might not be as raw or experimental as that debut, but it is strong evidence that she’s hitting her stride as a songwriter and recording artist.
And then there’s that voice. She doesn’t have knock-your-socks-off power like Janis Joplin or Joss Stone, but she’s got a great and distinctive voice. It’s smooth yet smokey, and seems capable of sounding both warm and cool, not unlike a thermos.
The album kicks off with “Worms,” a sort of Tori Amos-meets-Fiona Apple vibe, as she admits “And now I’m your apple-eating heathen, any old rib-stealing Eve.” From there, the album flows effortlessly as Orton’s quality songwriting meshes with expert production from Jim O’Rourke, best known for his work with Sonic Youth, Wilco, and Stereolab.
While “Rectify” bounces along like a classic Paul Simon tune, “Heartland Truckstop” opens with an intro riff reminiscent of Moondance-era Van Morrison. The song ends with the line “Confidentially speaking all is as it seems.” Her phrasing, and her choice to repeat that final line, is reminiscent of Dylan. “Feral Children” finds her singing “There’s no words for the infinity of ghosts.” Like many of Dylan’s finest moments, I have no idea what it means, but it sounds like a great line.
Comfort of Strangers is a somewhat mellow affair at times, but it’s far from boring or sleepy. It has plenty of catchy, upbeat songs and Orton and O’Rourke aren’t afraid to add crashing drum beats to liven up her tunes, as evidenced by “Shopping Trolley.”
On “Shadow of a Doubt” she sings “It’s true that I have got a head full of voices saying the first thing that’s in their heart.” Luckily for us, most of it was caught on tape.
Monday, April 7, 2008
No 'Babylon' for Gray fans in coming world tour
Fans of David Gray who want to hear his biggest hit "Babylon" performed live as he tours to promote his latest album may be disappointed because the singer-songwriter is sick of playing it.
At early shows on a North American tour promoting his September release "Life in Slow Motion," Gray played almost exclusively new songs, despite audience calls for old hits.
Fans at New York's Webster Hall on Tuesday grumbled at the noticeable absence of "Babylon" -- the song which made him an international star.
"I only want to sing things that I can feel and if I don't have a feeling for a song ... then I'll pass it over," Gray said in an interview on Wednesday. "Babylon is not very alive for me at the moment.
"It killed me. I try to resuscitate from time to time, but how many times did I have to play that thing -- 10 times a day, 300 days a year in all kinds of garish situations."
But Gray, 37, isn't saying never: "It's not my song any more. It's very much the audience's song, so if I'm feeling generous I'll wheel it out one night."
WAAAAAAAAAA. you fuckin asshole. i'm sure you're sick of it, but try being the Stones.... or Bruce playing "Born to Run." get over it. oooooh, you had to play it in garish situations! like what? TV shows, concerts, and in-store appearances? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. good work if you can get it!
Now Gray is on a tour that could last for 18 months -- something he said was almost a "betrayal" of his wife.
"Being separated from my family is the worst part. If my wife had her way, I wouldn't be going on a world tour," he said. "This is where it gets a little bit uncomfortable, because I know I am leaving her in the lurch. She's basically being left with two young kids."
so stay home and get a job at Blockbuster you fuckin hack.
Saying his recent fame has left him with little time for anything but his family and his work, Gray described himself as "a frustrated political person" who does not know what to do to make a difference in the world.
But one thing he certainly did not approve of was July's Live 8 concerts, organized by Bob Geldof to pressure world leaders to reduce debts of the world's poor.
"It's a garish sight to me to have people who don't know what they are talking about, patronizing their audience about changing the world. I don't believe in sound-bite politics."
Instead, Gray would rather people take concrete action -- such as paying more in taxes to alleviate poverty.
"Otherwise where does this money come from? World leaders? Do they go to the special 'world leader' pot and get the money? It's just ... ridiculous," he said.
what? you're a frustrated political person who doesn't know what to do to make a difference? yet you don't want to help raise money and awareness thru stuff like Live 8?? and the one thing you CAN do, use your fame and microphone to express what's on your frustrated political mind... well, that's "patronizing." let's pay more taxes so the politicians can still not use the money for just causes. good plan a-hole.
oh, speaking of patronizing, how bout not playing the one fuckin good song you have, the one that gave you this great life.. and if/when you play it, it's cuz you're being generous. fuck you.
Haven’t been to the MVA in a long time. That’s always a good thing. Actually it’s been 5 years.
So far it seems like the same hellish experience it’s always been. So many things in America are universal and whether your state calls it the MVA or DMV, it’s all the same stand-in-line red-tape machine.
I’m waiting for B78 to pop up on the little screen showing who’ll be served next and at which station. Things are slightly more high-tech these days. There’s a sign scrolling with digital trivia questions and entertainment news and safety tips. Oh and there was the Daily Health Tip that said standing up straight and sitting with good posture is good for your back. Solid tip, that.
Wow, that was quick. B78 just flashed.
Shit. In a few days I’ll be 35. Not freaking out and getting a Corvette and a tattoo or anything…. Just feelin a bit… “wow, 35.” And lately I’ve been in tune with thinking about what albums came out in 1970 when I was born. What was going on in the world in general at that time…. And around the time I must have been conceived (at the end of the 60’s). As if it somehow matters that somewhere CSNY was recording a track for Déjà Vu, or Van Morrison was creating Into The Mystic and that little bit more love that new love was now put in to the world just as nother moment of love wouold put me into the world. Kinda silly I know, but if we can learn about ourselves by knowing where certain planets were placed when we were born, it’s not so far-fetched to wonder how the rock stars were aligned. I mean, I’ve mentioned before that I feel a connection with Jimi Hendrix, but maybe there’s more to it than that.
So Dustin Hoffman seems to be following me around a bit this weekend. We rented Meet the Fockers the other night. Pretty funny, and Hoffman was just so naturally comfortable and perfect as Focker’s dad. It was like he was this free spirit unconditional love guy that his “Graduate” character probably wished he had for a dad.
The Graduate. Was that in 1970? Probably more like ’68 I think. Great movie either way. Always immediately makes me think of Simon & Garfunkel. (By the way, Bridge Over Troubled Water: 1970.) That scene where he’s in the pool… not even the most famous part when he’s under water and the “Hello darkness my old friend” part starts. As cool as that is, the mood really seems set by the moments in between where he’s laying in the pool on that raft or whatever it was. Just lying there like, no, I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do with my life or who I’ll spend it with. I think we’ve all been on that raft with that young Dustin Hoffman. Some of us floated there for years. Some of us drowned.
In the Summer of 1992, after my cross-country road trip (another year/theme that seems to follow me lately and float on a raft in the pools of my brain) I came back around the time just before my birthday. My whole family went out to eat at this cool little local roadside place called Olney Ale House. Great selection of microbrews and a nice veggie-friendly menu that included awesome homemade breads and their own tahini dressing. I was turning 22.
Well at that dinner, fresh off my trip West, I dropped the bomb: my initial post-graduate plan was to not try to get a real job near hom, but instead I’d be moving back to Morgantown, WV, where I’d gone to school, in hopes of starting a band. The family seemed part taken a-back, part hopeful, and part disappointed. Like "we knew he was the little bohemian of the family but we never thought he’d actually wander the Earth."
Today, 3 days before I turn 35, I will return to the Olney Ale House to meet my family for another birthday meal. I’ve since started that band, wandered the Earth, returned to MD, saw the band end, married my wife, started a new band, and now I’m getting ready to go back out west.
It’s been 13 years since I told my family I was tossing my raft into the pool to float next to a young Dustin Hoffman. 13 years. If that day in 1992 was a beginning or rebirth, than I guess that version of me is now 13. A Bar Mitzvah. Today I come swimming back to the Olney Ale House. Today I am a man.
Some guy named Crispin Sayo took my boarding pass and I walked down that weird telescoping temporary corridor that leads to the plane.
“If you follow every dream, you might get lost.”
Taxiing down the runway about to take off, I have my headphones on getting my first listen to Neil Young’s new Prairie Wind CD.
Can’t believe we’re finally sitting on the plane about to leave for California. The summer has actually flown by and now we’ll watch the summer set it’s sun where it always tucks itself to sleep: out west.
“I feel like I’m falling. Falling of the face of the Earth.”
We’re racing the sun. High above the big fluffy cotton-ball clouds we’re speeding toward California 3 hours faster than the sun.
It’s taken awhile to get here (stayed at aaron/tara’s, early cab ride…)
Flying really is a fuckin amazing thing. Just looking out amid and above the clouds it doesn’t seem real. Once you get up to cruising altitude the blanket of clouds off in the distance looks like pillowy, snowy plains.
The spaces in the cloud cover offer a glimpse of the miniature world of tiny mountains speckled with little trees. The minute buildings and shiny specs of cars look glued onto this little scaled-down world. Such meticulous detail, it all looks so real. Or fake.
Now we’re back above a huge stretch of white cotton ocean of clouds. The craters and snow drifts in the distance are so deceiving I wouldn’t be surprised to see sled dogs and snow mobiles go mushing by.
There aint no birds up here.
The new Neil Young album is perfect companion for a morning up in the sky. Prairie Wind sounds like the completion of a trilogy that started with Harvest and Harvest Moon. Not sure if it’s being marketed that way or if all the crap rock critics will anoint it as such. But it has a familiar rocking chair on a porch kinda feel to it.
I’m use to the short flights to Florida. This BWI-to-LAX thing is getting long. An hour or so into the flight they came around to give us complimentary sodas and sell us a fuckin snack. Sell? Goddamn fruit & cheese thing for 5 bucks. Shit, those snacks were small and crappy and worth complaining about back when they were still free. Five bucks? No thanks.
I had 2 blood mary’s instead. Nothing like drinking liquor before 9am. Then I went ahead and set my watch to west coast time so I was technically drinking liquor at 6am. Yikes. Bad news for the peeps traveling with me.
Soon after, they started the in-flight movie, which is always some second-rate romantic comedy starring the latest young hunk du-jour. This time it was something with Ashton Kutcher.
I didn’t plug into it. I stuck with my old friend Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde. Part of the way through, somewhere between the 5 Believers and the Sad-Eyed Lady of the Low Lands, I almost fell asleep. Maybe I did. If so, it was short lived. I’m in the middle seat with nowhere to lean. My neck kept hurting.
Outside, the flat and geometric properties of unknown mid-west plains states were starting to give way to mountains and desert.
And then, there it was: the Rockies. Wow.
I can remember when I drove out west in ’92, we could see the Rockies looming in the distance almost a full day before we’d reach them. From up here we could see the impressive topography as the almost-fake looking mountain range sprawled southward in a thick winding line like a huge river of rock and earth, dry and bulging toward the sky.
After that it was all bizarre stretches of red earth, mountain ranges, deserts, and a few scattered rivers and small communities. It was like a big 3-D mat that a kid might sprawl out on the floor so he can play “dinosaurs and dirt bikes on Mars” or something.
We were keeping an eye out for the Grand Canyon, hoping to catch a glimpse. Eventually the captain announced that we were passing it, but it was on the other side from where we were sitting. Asshole. Several peeps got up to stand in the aisle and look. The guy in the aisle seat of our row didn’t budge.
Okay, I’m ready to be done with this flight. We probably have about 20-30 minutes left. Is it me or are the seats really narrow and close to each other? I’m a pretty averaged-size guy and I feel like John Candy crammed into a baby seat.
I just looked out the window. Maybe I did fall asleep and the pilot really flew to Mars. I’m not sure where we are, but there’s some crazy landscape out there.
I cant believe we’ll be in California within an hour. Lunch at Venice Beach. That won’t suck. Then it’s the short drive down to Newport Beach to Joe’s house.
Seriously, where the hell are we? As far as the eye can see it’s just desert and mountainsand lines of dried cracked earth winding through where rivers must have once flowed. It’s like we’re trapped in a song from U2’s Joshua Tree album. or flying over one.
There’s another little community of tiny houses and some roads. Just this little patch of civilization in the middle of this vast otherworldly desert of nothingness. What the fuck to do these people do? Where do they plug in their goddamn fridge?
After the movie they showed some in-flight TV programs. I didn’t plug in, but I caught glimpses of Matt Lauer interviewing Madonna. He looks like a grape. She still looks good. I don’t know what they were talking about but I could tell that he was a nerd and she was cool. Then there was an episode of the American version of The Office and some feature on college football.
Then I look up to see Glen Frey, Don Henley, and a bunch of other old Eagles who tolerate each other while traveling the world collecting insane amounts of money. Memo to the Eagles: write a fuckin new song!!
okay this album is weird and trippy and cool and sometimes outta tune and fucked up and annoying but mostly insteresting and psychedelic and definitely different in a mostly good way. i'd never listened to Pavement or any of Malkmus's previous solo albums... just picked this one up after reading a few interesting/good reviews.
wow, this album is incredible.
it's like someone put Sonic Youth's Murray Street album, Wilco, Lou Reed, Brian Jonestown Massacre, and Televisions' Marquee Moon album in a blender and pressed kill.
beware though: it's a strange bird. keep rockin it and see if it grows on you.
he even discusses how the phrase "conspiracy theory" has taken on a negative connotation and is used to quickly dismiss anyone who doesn't buy the official version of what happened that day. talk about crazy conspiracy theories: 19 Arabs circumvented our multi-trillion dollar defense system and even managed to crash a plane into the Pentagon about an HOUR after we knew we were under attack by hi-jacked aircraft?? really???
- If it was JUST the sudden collapse of the towers at freefall speed after small fires burned for only about an hour.
- If it was JUST the unexplained collapse of building 7 that looks exactly like a controlled demolition.
- If it was JUST the changing/inconsistent timelines from NORAD, FBI, Cheney, et al.
- If it was JUST the President remaining in a well-publicized location for so long surrounded by children.
- If it was JUST the "put" options traded before 911 betting that stocks on the airlines would fall.
- If it was JUST the fact there is no footage of a plane hitting the pentagon.
- If it was JUST the missing final minutes of the Flight 93 tape, the reports it was shot down, and the scattered wreckage found miles away.
- If it was JUST our trillion dollar defense system being unable to protect the Pentagon with an hour's notice, despite Andrew’s Airforce Base being only 10 miles away.
- If it was JUST the huge steel beams being broken and launched hundreds of feet horizontally from the building while everything was completely pulverized to dust (even the top section of floors, not the bottom getting "crushed").
- If it was JUST the testimony of hundreds of firemen and others saying they heard multiple explosions in the towers before they collapsed.
- If it was JUST that George’s brother Marvin Bush was the head of Securacom, the company that provided security for the World Trade Center (he resigned September 10, 2001).
- If it was JUST an inexperienced pilot executing a difficult maneuver while descending, a maneuver that insured he would hit the least populated section of the pentagon, one that was just finishing renovations, and still somehow not diving into the roof but hitting flat on the side without skidding and crashing along the way.
- If it was JUST that Bush and Cheney pressured the (freshly-anthraxed) leadership of the Congressional opposition into delaying the 9/11 investigation for months and fought against the creation of an independent investigation for more than a year.
- If it was JUST the conflict-of-interest-populated 911 Commission ignoring considerable evidence, not even bothering to mention that Building 7 collapsed.
- If it was JUST that the vast majority of the 400 questions posed by September 11th families who fought for and gained an independent investigation, which the 9/11 Commission adopted as its roadmap, were completely ignored in the Commission hearings and the final report.
- If it was JUST the fact that Commission member Max Cleland resigned, condemning the entire exercise as a "scam" and "whitewash."
- If it was JUST the U.S. agenda justified by the attacks.
- If it was JUST Operation Northwoods from 1962 in which the U.S. planned fake terrorist attacks to justify us attacking Cuba.
- If it was JUST the Able Danger program that had identified Muhammed Atta before 9/11, and the fact that this information was not allowed to be passed on to the FBI.
- If it was JUST that FBI field officers in Minnesota and Arizona had also suspected terrorists training as pilots and that their investigations were stalled or halted.
- If it was JUST the fact that our air defense was apparently compromised and confused by WarGame drills schedule for that same morning, drills involving hijacked planes being flown into buildings, despite administration claims that “No one could have imagined planes into buildings” - a transparent falsehood upheld repeatedly by Rice, Rumsfeld and Bush.
- If it was JUST that the plane that allegedly hit the Pentagon somehow was strong enough to penetrate a hole thru 3 rings of steel-reinforced concrete and yet weak enough to “completely disintegrate,” as we’re told.
- If it was JUST the absence of any video footage showing a large passenger plane hitting the Pentagon, despite that building most likely having a lot of security cameras.
- If it was JUST the fact the minutes after the attack, the FBI confiscated the security camera footage from the nearby gas station and hotel.
- If it was JUST that our entire chain of command for response to a domestic attack - George W. Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, Richard Myers, Montague Winfield – all found reason to do something else during the actual attacks, other than assuming their duties as decision-makers.
- If it was JUST that the various responsible agencies - NORAD, FAA, Pentagon, USAF, as well as the 9/11 Commission - gave radically different explanations for the failure (in some cases upheld for years), such that several officials must have lied; but none were held accountable.
- If it was JUST that multiple allied foreign agencies informed the US government of a coming attack in detail, including the manner and likely targets of the attack, the name of the operation (the "Big Wedding"), and the names of certain men later identified as being among the perpetrators.
- If it was JUST that certain prominent persons received warnings not to fly on the week or on the day of September 11th.
- If it was JUST that two of the alleged ringleaders who were known to be under surveillance by the CIA also lived with an FBI asset in San Diego (but this is supposed to be yet another a coincidence).
- If it was JUST that airplane black boxes were found at Ground Zero, according to two first responders and an unnamed NTSB official, but they "disappeared" and their existence is denied in The 9/11 Commission Report.
- If it was JUST that U.S. officials consistently suppressed and destroyed evidence (like the tapes recorded by air traffic controllers who handled the New York flights).
- If it was JUST that whistleblowers (like Sibel Edmonds and Anthony Shaffer) were intimidated, gagged and sanctioned, sending a clear signal to others who might be thinking about speaking out.
- If it was JUST that Larry Silverstein purchased the Twin Towers just months before the attacks and immediately purchase special insurance to specifically cover terrorist attacks.
- If it was JUST that officials who "failed" (like Myers and Eberhard, as well as Frasca, Maltbie and Bowman of the FBI) were given promotions.
- If it was JUST that 120+ senior military, intelligence service, law enforcement, and government officials, 310+ engineers and architects, 70+ pilots and aviation professionals, 200+ professors, and 200+ 9/11 survivors and family members have gone on record to question the official story of 9/11…
If it was JUST one or two of those things…… maybe you chalk it up to bureaucracy and confusion and coincidental unlucky failure and whatever else…. But the fact that it’s all of these things?? While this might not give us all the answers to “well, what really happened then?” it does at the very least prove that the Official Conspiracy Theory peddled by the government and supported by the 911 Commission cannot be true.
Since posting this, the numbers in that last bullet point have changed:
The number of senior military, intelligence service, law enforcement, and government officials on record as questioning 9/11 has gone from 120 to 140.
The number of engineers and architects on record as questioning 9/11 has gone from 310 to 530.
The number of professors on record as questioning 9/11 has gone from 200 to 300.
The number of pilots and aviation professionals on record as questioning 9/11 has gone from 70 to 120.
The number of 9/11 survivors and family members on record as questioning 9/11 has gone from 200 to 210.
wow. fuck. recently watched this Spike Lee documentary about Katrina and the aftermath. holy shit. so fuckin sad and horrible. certainly helps you feel thankful for whatever you got. i'd seen lots of pictures/footage from katrina, but this was just stunning.
we were vacationing in California when it happened, so we weren't paying close attention. just walking buy newpaper boxes and catching glimpses of TV and thinking "gee, looks kinda bad," but weren't caught up in watching it as it happened.
it's just an incredible film and a horrible story. but yet i still recommend that everyone see it. my buddy who used to live there said they really need to do an update film about how fucked up shit STILL is down there.
and since an official score/soundtrack isn't available, check out Terrence Blanchard's "A Tale of God's Will (Requiem for Katrina)" CD. it has some of Blanchard's music that was part of the film score. good stuff.
also check out levees.org.
they just interrupted my busy day and peeled me away from desk and work so that i could go kill a goddamn spider for them. on the FLOOR! the easiest spot to kill. it was in the ladies bathroom, and between the bunch of 'em, none had a enough nerve to kill a fuckin spider.
cant a woman kill spiders? wtf? my wife doesn’t have a problem with it.
i'm as chilled and relaxed as randy moss with the munchies. i just have a low tolerance for idiocy, despite all the time spent here.
just shut up and fuck off and put a few bucks in ya cheap-ass hags! fook cares!
an hour later:
well that sucked. took up an hour to say the same shit they say at every meeting. this place is such a joke, yet it's not funny. just a bunch of idiotic hags pretendin like they actually do stuff or care or whatever.
this one hag just went outside on the landing at the top of the steps and threw up over the railing! her office is near the side door that leads to a small landing atop a stairway. so i reckon she ran out and blew chunks that splashed down outside the first floor. peeps downstairs are pissed!
a day or so later, a co-hag forwarded this exchange between the beeyotch downstairs and the hag that threw up!
Would appreciate cleaning up after yourself in the
Boy, you talk about cold hearted and no
compassion! I was sick, Brenda, throwing up. How on earth did you expect me to
clean up? If you were sick, I would hope someone in this building would have a
little compassion for you!!!!!
B~ How well I know – right outside
my door.! How do I expect you to clean up? – the same way I did.! Don’t ever
assume someone will clean up after you.
N~ I didn't assume
anything! Maybe you could clean up after yourself while you were throwing up,
but I can't. Besides, it was outside in the grass. I wouldn't even think it
would require cleaning up. I bet if anyone else in this building got sick like I
did, you wouldn't be sending them a message like this. You would jump in and try
to help them, not throw them an anchor.
I left immediately to go
home in case I got sick again. I didn't want to stick around and maybe throw up
You're a real sweetheart, Brenda. Is this the kind of "do unto
others" they teach you at your church?
Remember what Jesus said,
"Inasmuch as you do it unto the least of these, you've done it unto Me." Well, I
might be the least in your eyes, but Jesus takes it as though you did it unto
P.S. If you got sick suddenly, not only would I not mind
cleaning up after you, I would try to help you to the bathroom if I were present
when you got sick.
so i forwarded that email to the wifey. here's her response:
Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do I need to come up
there and beat some heads? So someone got sick and threw up, BIG DEAL
BRENDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For heaven sakes she didn’t throw up on them so what is
the big idea. IT WAS OUTSIDE NOT IN THE FREAKIN OFFICE ON BRENDA’S DESK. Tonight
I’ll make myself throw up tuna casserole stick it in a bag and you can leave it
on Brenda’s desk, how bout that.
20 minutes later, it's still in there blackening so i turned it off an reminded big judy about the hot dog and she got up from her desk and walked all the way to the break room and got the hot dog and returned to her desk and ate it.
it's like a big deal when she goes downstairs. or she'll hear someone walking down the hall and she'll be like, "hey, bring me...." i think she's pushin 3 bills. probably a good 275. she's a nice lady for sure, but she's had health issues and 8am hotdogs wont help.
Unlike Chatty Haggy, I’ve never seen Big Judes eat fast food. She always brings in homemade/leftover stuff, but it's usually like a big brontosaurus bone in the toaster or some pigfat soup or some shit.
One time she asks me "how brave are you 'bout tryin different foods?"
"pretty brave" i said....
"i got some barbeque snoots if you wanna try."
"uh.... not that brave."
"it's like pork rinds and stuff... the kinda stuff you can only get down home."
"yea... uh, no thanks!"
ok so every fuckin day i come in and there's another gay card with a piece of candy or jarful of candy or some chocolate, or today i got some... glass... thing... with a bag of chexmix in it.
i know i know, it's nice. and i eat all the goodies, but for fuck's sake i dont celebrate christmas, and i'm NOT gonna be giving any cards or crap out to them.... yea, i'm scroogey for being annoyed by this, but the whole thing is stupid.
this one card has too little angel kids puting cookie ornaments on this christmas tree that's planted in a teacup. what the fuck? inside it says "may the spirit of christmas bless your heart with peace and love."
yea, i doubt it!
funny i read all these stories about christians complaining that our PC world has taken the Christmas outta the holidays. i dont see it. all i see is fuckin trees and merry christmas shit everywhere. see, my thing is why complain? they'll just change it all to "seasons greetings" in green/red font with wreaths and shit and we all know what that means.
i'll just shut the fuck up and go out for chinese food on dec.25th and be done with it.
i'm pretty sure all my coworkers know i'm jewish, but it doesn't register. throughout my life i've come in contact with people who will find out i'm jewish and say "but you still celebrate christmas, right?" like EVERYONE celebrates christmas! but then all the smart remarks pop up when jews "get out of work" for our holidays. guess what, the fuckin world doesn't come grinding to a halt for our holidays, so we do what we gotta do.
anyway, some give neutral "holiday" cards, but it's all the same really.
okay, what if i gave them all Hannukah cards? i'm sure they'd be like "why the fuck did he give me a hannukah card, i dont celebrate that" and it would fly right over their heads.
so at our christmas party there was a prize for "best dressed" for idiots who wore christmas-type sweaters and shit. so stupid.
do you think i woulda been fired if i stood up and said, "I'm dressed up as a regular Jewish man, just like Jesus!"???
god i'm a freakin dick.
forgot to share this earlier this morning. i roll in to the office at 8am and it smells like goddamn DINNER! the toaster is already empty so i didn't get to see what it was but the whole place smelled like a baked chicken dinner! sure, sounds good now, but there is just something wrong and really gross about smellin that at 8am!
she used to (prolly still does) cook bacon and keep the grease in a jar in the break room!
freakin corporate types visited and saw that and kinda looked at it funny like "uh.... so is that honey then?"
yea, these "pizza-making kit" fundraisers. fuck that. i looked at that shit, like $17 for one pizza and i gotta make it myself? how bout NO. If I’m gonna spend $17, i'll get 2 good pizzas fresh and hot that someone makes for me and brings to my house thanks.
I'd pay $34 if she'd just shut the fuck up for a few hours a day.
This lady is sick.... she's the one who never shuts up and eats fast food 3 times a week and is such skin and bones. she's looks like a ghoul. If I hip checked her into the hall wall I'd prolly kill her. which is a good way to save the $34 and shut her up permanently.
NO ONE CARES, SHUT THE FUCK UP! i think craig is her son. larry is her husband and cody is another son. i know way too much. i'm thisclose to going over there and punching her in the trote! she's just so fucking annoying and her sound waves invade my personal space.
Chatty haggy’s talkin bout how cute it is that the Google logo is green with a little hat to day. thanks. we give a fuck. they do that all the time, who cares. i dont need to hear this lady runnin her fuckin mouth 24/7 and yip yip yappin about how cute it is when it aint that big of a deal.
good! fuck off and leave!
i think she thinks talkin and bitchin about it is gonna keep her warm. it is cold in here, but not the end of the world. She's over there like "there's icicles on my nose this is RIDICULOUS!"
Jeez, calm down and shut up.
she can feel her little heater better now cuz she's pulled it closer, but her hands are still cold.
Big Judes doesn’t like the heat situation either. she's prolly got an easier time stayin warm vs. that skinny chatty hag... but big judes prolly wants to go home early.
It’s 2 hours later. she hasn't stopped talking/complaining.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
"[hag's name removed],
how do you sleep at night making your coworkers look
bad in front of the new management while doing everything you can to make
yourself look good? dont you realize that new management always sees right
through you when you do that?"
the inter-office envelope had her name written a bit sloppily, as if someone wrote it with their opposite hand to thisguise their handwriting.
how bizarre! i asked if she's ever had conflict or problems with anyone up here and she said no. she said the only person she's noticed a slight mood shift or recent bad vibes from was the "Lead Bitch" who fakes being busy and lies about her hours.
(looking at the personalities up here, by process of elimination, i cant imagine who else it could be. i did NOT tell the hag this, but last week the Lead Bitch did voice to me how "Terry" is kissing ass or something.)
in the last few weeks, there's been a couple reports where "Terry" found a mistake after printing and had to take reports apart and fix them. i guess this might make the Lead Bitch look bad, but that's Terry's job to check/correct mistakes. part of our process, not a big deal at all. anyway, she says she feels like asking to be let go because she doesn't want to deal with this kinda stuff. she was tearing up in my office. i told her she shouldn't let this person win and give up a job i assume she needs.
then yesterday i sent a supportive email telling her not to worry about or to quit her job.
Thanks so much for the encouragement! I went to church last night and was
counseled on my problem. I have a God who will give me great PEACE. I'm so glad
that I didn't notice it in the mail Wednesday (when it was placed there), I sure
would of had a bad weekend. I've decided it may be the right time to make a
change, if my God wants me to move. He always will open a door or he will close
it. But one thing I do know is ..I do have some friends (co-workers) who care
how I feel. And all the years that I have worked here, I've seen this kind of
thing going on all the time. I'm glad I can say, I don't take any part of these
[hag's name removed]
i rolled my eyes like.... i try to be nice and help the helpless.
GOD will decide if i quit my job, and if i quit GOD will find me a new job!!!
i mean, i have no probs with peeps having faith and prayin and whatnot. but that's just a bit bizarre in that email.
i have a former co-worker (from this office) who told me that there was once an anonymous note sent in an interoffice envelope to management saying that he left at 2:30 but still put in for a full day on his timesheet and "that's not fair." he suspected/knew it was the Lead Bitch.
meanwhile, she's the one who lies by 15 minutes on her arrival and departure time every day, and claims "no lunch" which is a lie. so she steals an hour a day, so what's that, 10 hours every pay period??
what a bitch, doesn't she know she should stay here for the full time, but steal the hours by wasting them reading and writing??!! sheesh.
btw, the poor god-hag Terry printed out some other unrelated email and gave us each a copy, even though we all got it. (i guess that's part of her asskissin.) so i mentioned it to the Lead Bitch, to test her... i said, "what's up with Terry givin us this printout when we all got it?" so Lead Bitch proved it was her when (among her tirade about Terry kissin ass) she said "you know management sees right thru that stuff."
bingo, same language as the mystery note. i felt like saying, "yea, how can she SLEEP at night?"