Black -- Pearl Jam Spanish Bombs -- The Clash Brokedown Palace -- Joan Osborne Cry Baby Cry -- The Beatles This Way Out -- Nat King Cole Trio Dreams Of Our Fathers -- Dave Matthews Band Ashes Of American Flags -- Wilco Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down -- Elvis Costello & The Attractions I Can't Get It Out of My Head -- Fountains Of Wayne I Shall Not Be Moved -- Dirty Dozen Brass Band
Bonus (Let's hope next year is a better one) cut...
Things wind up after the weekend on the 21st when Frank once ascends back to the lair of the Grand Wazoo.
Until then, behold this live cut of Muffin Man circa 1977.
FZ conspicously avoided and lampooned the trappings of rock stardom, but he was an hilarious and gracious host at his shows. I saw maybe 6 or 7 Zappa shows over the years and they were always spontaneous and festive affairs.
Zappa fans really loved Frank, and, as evidenced by his playful back and forth with the crowd, Frank loved 'em back.
It's In My Head -- The Who Show Me -- The Pretenders Slow Drip -- Superchunk Time Won't Tell -- Joan Osborne Don't Buy The Realistic -- Spoon It's Over -- Roy Orbison Two Of Us -- Aimee Mann & Michael Penn You've Got It All Wrong --The Hives Cocaine Blues -- Johnny Cash Let's Go To The Disco -- Nick Lowe
Paper Bag -- Fiona Apple Furious Rose -- Lisa Loeb Bitter -- Jill Sobule Ouo -- Andrew Bird Mona Lisa -- Nat King Cole Trio Liar's Market -- John Doe Thing Day After Day -- The Pretenders Dark Star -- Beck Fable Of Faubus -- Charlie Mingus Dilltastic Vol Won --The Roots
I wasn't going to post this 'cause it's so bloody grim, but I haven't been able to stop chewing on it since my first reading. Plus, I found it over on Salon after Dave hipped me to it earlier today so it now falls into the category of "the piece which must be obeyed".
Me?...I'm just a messenger, you can tell me by the way I walk.
Here's a song which, to me, is representative of his ouevre. People always complain that a millionaire wrote the line, "imagine no possessions". Well, bollocks to that. Just because someone elevates themselves to a station of great prosperity due to their talents in no way infers that they lose touch with their roots.
Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Chuck Berry, Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson...John Lennon. They all may have become very wealthy as singers and writers but their artistic integrity cannot be questioned. John knew of the pain that everyone feels and shared that gift regardless of his own personal gain. He was a working class hero.
In 1980, I had my very first visit to NYC two weeks before Lennon was shot. We saw David Bowie in the Elephant Man, went to the Macy's Day Parade and took the IRT #6 to the Upper West Side to stand in front of the Dakota to perhaps catch a legendary glimpse of John and Yoko. Two weeks later, back in Bowling Green, I heard Howard Cosell tell the world that John had been shot and killed mere footsteps from where we had been standing.
Heartbreaking.
I'm now 11 years older than John was when he was assassinated. The work and music he might of created will never be known, but I'm grateful for what he did leave behind. These last 30 years have gone by very quickly but there is hardly a week which passes that I don't think of John Lennon and what he meant to me and to the entire planet.
Now that all that's left is the echo of the boos, I thought I'd throw in my my two pieces of flair.
First, I find the most hilarious and pathetic component of this whole cheap drama to be that LeBron went from a place that loved him and has a great reverence for sport to a section of the nation that barely gives a crap that they even have professional sports. I remember when the Florida Marlins snatched the World Series from the Tribe in '97, they had a real problem getting bodies in seats in Dade County.
And secondly, thanks to Mr. Benton's innertubes prowess, there's this uniquely crafted piece from ESPN that frames the who spectacle in a wistful yet hopeful way that makes everything a little more okay and LBJ decidedly less significant to this town.
I'm glad the game is now over with The Heat. Time to move on, folks.
Oh, and by the way, Bobstradamous says Pat Riley will be the head coach of the Heat by the end of the month...
Days --Ray Davies Killing Lies -- The Strokes Give Me Something -- Yoko Ono Everything's Ruined -- Fountains Of Wayne Happy Jack -- The Who Your Got Your Cherry Bomb -- Spoon After The Gold Rush -- k.d. lang Andromeda -- Paul Weller Here Comes The Flood -- Peter Gabriel Testify -- Nellie McKay
Bonus cut just 'cause...
Handshake Drugs -- Wilco
(Huh, that's funny. That's two weeks in a row that Wilco was the bonus cut)
I used to work a couple of blocks south of Cabrini. It was literally an island of despair surrounded by gentrification and renewal. Sorry for the folks who had to relocate but glad to see it go.
Ritchie Daley may be a dim bulb, but he sure got a lot done in Chicago during the last twenty years...
