Rat Squirrel Is Not a Bob Weir Band
Nor, it turns out, has it been extinct for 11 million years.
Nor, it turns out, has it been extinct for 11 million years.
Alan is very laid-back. I almost typed "laid-baked," which would be an equally appropriate description. It seems to me that this laid-backness, not to mention laid-bakedness, is a fine quality in a bass player.
Chet Raymo has a nice essay rebutting Larry Dossey's screed about why science doesn't accept the wisdom of alternative medicine gurus such as Depak Chopra <I>et al</I>.
Roy Blount, one of my favorite writers, was just elected head of the Author's Guild, to which I belong. Yay us!
Infectious blue-eyed soul from Jamie Lidell's <I>Multiply</I>. Gee, I wonder if the white cat is a metaphor for something. Ah, who cares?
Disgruntled with its former label, Cracker has re-recorded its greatest hits to compete with Virgin's release of <I>its</I> Cracker's greatest hits package.
"Centuries from now, scientists may point to this as the moment in time when the pickiness gene became dominant. In the end, it will come down to one really old, lonely guy and his list.
An appreciation of a most singular man.
1. My system, with the Moscode in it, seems to achieve greater soundstage width. In Ryan Adams' "Mockingbird," a tambourine rattles away far in the righthand corner of my room. It startles and impresses me every time.
When I worked as a corporate speechwriter, my hardest job was weaning people off of their PP dependency and getting them to tell me what they did in conversational rhythms rather than bullet points. The people who downloaded the most data in pre-speechwriting interviews <I>and</I> delivered the best speeches at the events were the ones who'd never used that "gateway" program.