"Were not," ripostes Huckleberry.
"Was so."
"Nah unh!"
And so we pass the day.
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This video is making the rounds of the internets. It's a good way to remember a player who got far less respect than he deserved.
As history goes, the U.S.A. is weird shape these days. But not all is lost. Yeah, we got our shit: the war in Iraq, a warped, unconnected, hilariously inarticulate jackass for a president, a porous border with Mexico (oh wait, the republicans billion dollar fence will solve that). But just when it looks like it's all sliding down a rat hole it's good to remember that hey, we still got Ted Nugent. U!S!A!U!S!A!U!S!A!
That's right "The Nuge," as he's known among those who suspect he's a cartoon come to life—and truly what other choice is there?— once made poor man's Stooges music with the…
Steven Pinker has some interesting thoughts about language and the brain, but 'm linking to this article mostly because I can't resist its headline.
Over at Living In Stereo, Steve Messick argues that Southside Johnny has been making the records of his career over the last six years. Forced to tour without his legendary Southside Jukes largish band, Johnny and guitarist Bobby Bandiera have stripped down his R&B sound to its blues skeleton, Messick says.
Messick posts three examples that make his case, including a cover of Tom Waits' "Gin Soaked Boy" that chillingly channels Howlin' Wolf.
You think the evolutionary path from glider to flier was simple? Think again.
We've returned from the madness of Las Vegas construction, traffic, jackpot buzzers, and cigarette smoke [— No offense, Buddha. I'm just saying. —] to land in the middle of an office move. We've landed! Make sure to gather all your belongings. Though the move spans only three floors, transforming our old nine into a new six, it still comes with the usual disarray. I hate disarray. Can anyone tell me where the fax machine is? And when is my wall going to be completed? Is that huge sheet of glass going to drop on my head? Oh, and a door would be nice. Yes, a door.…
And, if you're still feeling blue on this particularly gloomy Monday, check out today's Sobremesa entry.
That dude in the tux stole all of my moves. I swear!
Chris Hedges writes about writing American Fascists: The Christian Right and the War on America. He has interesting things to say about the "theology of despair" and its conclusion that cataclysmic destruction is preferable to this too flawed world.
Via Blog of a Bookslut.
Mark Evanier's News From ME points us to Wednesday's TCM broadcast of Billy Wilder's The Big Carnival. Why should you care? It's about as cynical a meditation on media manipulation as you're likely to see—and it is rarely shown. Paramount hated it (and its floppo status) so much that it deducted its Big Carnival losses from Wilder's Stalag 17 profits.
Read Bruce Bennett's appreciation and set your TiVO.