Friendly Advice

June 26, 2008

If you think you’ve had the worst day ever and are just about as low as you can be, go rent “La Vie en Rose.”

Not only will you sit through 2+ hours of the story of somebody’s life that is much more tragic than yours, it’ll surprisingly make your day just a little bit worse.

The music was cool, though.


The Best Band You’ll Ever See in a Sports Bar

June 20, 2008

Because the NAMM show has returned to Nashvegas, we can expect to see some incredible music in town this coming weekend.  And some of it will be in unexpected places.

A little birdie (OK, really it was a musician friend of mine) told me about a show on Saturday night that I cannot freakin’ believe.

At 9:30 upstairs in the pool room of the Sportsman’s Grille in Hillsboro Village, Jack Pearson, Tony Monaco and Jim White will be playing as a jazz trio.  For free.  In a sports bar.

For the underinformed, Jack Pearson is a virtuoso guitar player who has played with everyone from Bobby “Blue” Bland to the Allman Brothers.  Tony Monaco is probably one of the top three Hammond B-3 organ players on the planet.  And Jim White, well he’s just plain a motherf*cker on the drums.

It should be an amazing show!  It’s nights like this that make me feel very lucky to live in this town.

A Memo for the Recent Vistors to Our Fair City for the Country Music Festival

June 4, 2008

Dear inbred, beer-swilling hillbilly occupants of the caravan of three rebel-flag-flying black SUVs and pick `em up trucks who damn near ran me off the road on my bike ride home in your haste to get downtown on Hermitage Avenue because you were apparently running a few minutes late to see Kenny Chesney tongue-kiss George Strait on his booty-hole,

Screw you and your contribution to the local economy!  I’m pretty sure we don’t take Confederate money anyway.


Unexpected Blogging and Twitter Benefit

May 9, 2008

I was listening to “This American Life” last weekend, (yeah I’ve got a yellow-dog liberal streak down my back, screw you, righties!) and David Rakoff told the story about Vinny Ricardo, who was found dead in his New York apartment after mummifying for over a year. Tragically, with the television on.

It got me to thinking, I pay all my bills via electronic transfer. My doctor and my dentist know that I’m responsible enough to make my own appointments on a regular schedule. The folks where I work know that I’d just as soon disappear to my cabin in Sewanee some day forever anyway and catch up on forty years worth of reading and bird watching. After I finished negotiated the sale of the remaining assets from my father’s estate for the family I haven’t heard “boo” from my brothers, other than to hear through the grapevine that they are apparently doing well, which I’m happy about. (Love ya’, bros. Gimme a call sometime!)

So if RUABelle were to get fed up with my shit someday and add some Red Devil lye to my coffee instead of milk or cream, I wonder how long it would take for somebody to really notice I was missing. I mean, we’ve got enough pet carriers to pack up both dogs and both cats, and she does own an SUV and a set of keys to the cabin.

Then I thought of and Twitter. Y’all might notice my absence after a couple of weeks. So if I take a hiatus, don’t assume it’s writer’s block. Poke me or nudge me or superpoke me or whatever the hell the latest technoterm is, but for God’s sake, don’t leave me dead in the recliner watching election coverage!


May 8, 2008

In yet another example of egosurfing, apparently Bruce Jenner has found a reference to himself on NewsComa’s blog and left a short comment. The only celebrities to grace the comment section here at have been George Goldtrap and the children of Bob Lobertini. We’re certainly not talking A-listers here.

Being the suspicious mind that I am, (I’m caught in a trap. I can’t walk out.) I clicked through the link on Bruce’s comment to verify his identity at his website. That’s where I came across this:

Holy crap, Bruce! Botox much? Which part of that word doesn’t scare you? BOtulism or TOXin?

These Neighborhood Preservationists Can Be So Touchy

May 2, 2008

I was reading about the ongoing controversy roiling around the construction of country stupor-star John Rich’s massive McMansion which is currently being shat upon Love Circle.

Trying hard to get beyond the fact that to me Big and Rich represent the worst thing that can possibly happen to a couple of good songwriters whereupon they become caricatures of themselves (e.g. wearing a big floppy hat and wearing t-shirts with the name of your OWN band whenever you appear in public), I thought that the journalistically ethical thing to do before I commented on the project was to check out the designs at the builder’s website.

Here’s what I found.  (I’m not kidding.  Go here!)

Doesn’t look so bad to me.

Burnin’ For You

April 9, 2008

Our erstwhile Blog Lady, Brittney is in the midst of the frenzy that is the Olympic Torch Run/Protestathon in Babylon by the Bay.

It brought to mind a happier time in 2002 when the torch passed a block from my house as part of the festivities surrounding the Salt Lake Games.

Look at RUABelle.  Doesn’t she look happy and at one with the universe?  And with her free Coca-Cola pennant, I feel as if she could break into song at any moment.

“I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony. [Perfect Harmoneeeee]

I’d like to buy the world a Coke, and keep it company. [It’s the real thing.]”

Ahh, can’t we all just get along?

Free Tibetan Refugees?  I’ll take two, please.