One for Friday: The Rave-Ups, “She Says (Come Around)”
While I’ve already confessed to my near-obsessive tendency towards collecting, and while the household CD shelves are plentifully stocked, it’s grown increasingly rare that I buy new music. That’s in part because new music has become so very accessible online, the Interweb effectively filling the void of discovery created when powerhouse record labels and corporate broadcasters conspired the leech all the creativity and originality out of radio. And–while we’re on the subject of record labels and their conspiracies–it’s also because I remain disgruntled over the way prices were kept artificially high at the dawn of the CD era. I’m now … Continue reading One for Friday: The Rave-Ups, “She Says (Come Around)”
Although I laugh and I act like a clown beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
Let’s get this out of the way: I lost again running my twenty year record in the previously discussed Oscar predicting competition to a dismal zero wins, eighteen losses and two ties. Despite the hand-wringing of my previous post, I’m perfectly pleased to play the eternal Erica Kane to the all-the-character-names-of-the-actresses-who-managed-to-best-Susan-Lucci-for-the-daytime-Emmy-over-the-years represented by by old radio show colleague. By my rushed count, he correctly named 23 of the 30 nominees, while I only got 21. There are a lot of different ways to evaluate the difference between us, but the fact that he included the modern Hollywood royalty of Brad … Continue reading Although I laugh and I act like a clown beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
Seventeenth in a series… Continue reading Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
My eyes fall from my head with all the pages read
Sometimes, especially at this time of the year, seeing a movie is liking taking a big spoonful of medicine. Studios notably and notoriously stockpile most of their product that has merit beyond its expected appeal to narrow demographic groups like … Continue reading My eyes fall from my head with all the pages read
It’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a girl on De Chirico Street
Sometimes I’m afraid the only think I can think of to post is Batman. Continue reading It’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a girl on De Chirico Street
The zero in my hand is nothing to lose
Nineteen. That is the number of times that my old radio movie review show colleague and I have engaged in a yearly showdown to determine which of us is more skilled at predicting the nominees in the six most notable Academy Award categories. Two. That is the number of times we have been equal forecasters, getting the same number of nominees exactly correct. This includes last year, when we each named twenty-four of the thirty nominees. Zero. That is the number of times I have won this annual competition. Again, that number is zero. Nada. Nil. Goose egg. 0-17-2. That … Continue reading The zero in my hand is nothing to lose
Early one mornin’ while makin’ the rounds
Several months ago, my humble vehicle got a new stereo in it. For the first time, my mode of transport is equipped a CD player. Also, I no longer have a cassette deck. This means I have a small brick … Continue reading Early one mornin’ while makin’ the rounds
One for Friday: The Balancing Act, “She Doesn’t Work Here”
When I got to the college radio station two decades ago, I walked through the door as a music neophyte. Or at least a good music neophyte. I’d love to say that I spent my high school years amassing gloomy, … Continue reading One for Friday: The Balancing Act, “She Doesn’t Work Here”
Sober life is a prison, shit-faced is a blessing
Some days I just feel like Drunk Jeff Goldblum. Actually, I feel more like a person who’s trapped in thinking jail. Bless “Videogum” for bringing this to my attention. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Sober life is a prison, shit-faced is a blessing
Great Moments in Literature
“Also other things, material and immaterial: the relentless glare of OR lights; white shoes squeaking over white floors; a housefly contaminating gauze; and all around me, up and down the halls of Women’s Hospital, individual dramas under way. I could sense the happiness of couples holding first babies and the fortitude of Catholics accepting their ninth. I could feel one young mother’s disappointment at the reappearance of her husband’s weak chin on the face of her newborn daughter, and a new father’s terror as he calculated the tuition for triplets. On the floors above Delivery, in flowerless rooms, women lay … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature
