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...
Another convert won...over at the Nation. Every time I bring up the concept that Sarah Palin will be the 2012 nominee for the G.O.P. I get pooh-poohed by my pals and peers.
Do not mis-underestimate this she-wolf.
It's her time in today's 'Murka and I'm telling ya, she's got a stone cold chance of beating Obama in 21 months as he continues to slide further into his role of a modern day Herbert Hoover. Thanks to the Onion however for occasionally bringing me back from the brink of madness.
I'm sure that he'll just get a slap on the wrist and perhaps some country club jail time at best, but still, what's not to like about one the worst and most traitorous fuckers in modern times getting convicted of a major state offense?
You Ain't Nothin' But Fine -- Rockpile What's Wrong With Me -- X The Man I Love -- Django Reinhardt Was It You? -- Spoon Let's Stay In And Make Love -- Nick Lowe Sgt. Rock -- XTC Me And My Imaginary Friend -- Colin Hay Afternoons And Coffeespoons -- Crash Test Dummies We Used To Wait -- Arcade Fire Oh Lady, Be Good -- Joe Pass
America is such a weird place as it relates to security. I've traveled a fair bit abroad and no place even remotely approaches the ham-fisted approach we take to airport security here in the United States of Awesome.
I once made the mistake of transporting my boss' laptop back from the Netherlands as he was staying on for an extended holiday in Europe. The volume of questions and increasingly panicky responses I supplied the stern, yet friendly Dutch security was truly a daunting experience for moi.
America instead reverts to some kind of kabuki show of force by making everyone feel as is they're being sent to jail when entering the airport terminal. Silly and wasteful.
All of you folks out there who keep telling me that if Sarah Palin gets the nomination come next year, that you'll move out of the country...better pack your bags.
Carnival Eyes -- David Byrne Superman -- Stereophonics Heart Of The City -- Nick Lowe Dreamin' -- Weezer I Wish I Felt Nothing -- The Wallflowers Over You -- Sheryl Crow Alice -- Tom Waits Gloria -- Van Morrison God's Away On Business -- Tom Waits Lonely With A Broken Heart
And to think that Portland gave up rights to Kevin Durant in order to get Oden as a #1 pick must really burn. The curse of the big man in the NBA...ouch.
Our Little Angel -- Elvis Costello & The Attractions You're All I Have -- Snow Patrol El Capitalisimo Foraneo -- Gotan Project Daddy Sang Bass -- Johnny Cash Venus -- Bananarama Sponji Reggae -- Black Uhuru Don't Cut Your Hair -- The Pretenders Paper Tiger -- Spoon Taxi Cab -- Vampire Weekend Sofa No. 2 -- Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention
bonus cut(s):
Violin Concerto In E The Four Seasons (Spring) -- Vivaldi: The Four Seasons 3:00 AM Blues -- Dick Hyman Group
As an aside, is there anyone else out there who thinks that David Axelrod is just plain creepy? Would it were that he was a cartoon character, I'd be prone to painting him thusly as Clyde Crashcup. Then again, perhaps I'm just bitter seeing that I'm increasingly resembling Leonardo as the days wear on.
While I have a high degree of support for what Stewart and Colbert did last weekend on the Mall, this piece from Friday's Real Time captures the essence of what my problem is with Comedy Central and its Rally.
One of the reasons that Obama's administration is floundering is that they allowed the other side to frame the dialogue. IMHO, Obama should have made his a scorched earth approach to governing instead of the faux bi-partisanship bullshit they used to heal the country.
Fuck healing. They wasted their chance to crush the right, and yet, here we are...right back to where we started 20 years ago as Bill so expertly points out.
I'm Your Toy -- Elvis Costello No Show Jones -- Chris Difford Rains On Me -- Tom Waits Sunday -- k.d. Lang Lights Out -- The Posies Pyscho Killer -- Talking Heads Adrenalin -- Throbbing Gristle Next To You -- The Police Bottomliners -- Brian Eno Tonight -- Iggy Pop
Oooh, I almost forgot to mention, there's even this cool new fangled e-obituary of the Obama administration's accomplishments that all the kewl kids are into. Trust me, he ain't getting anything passed from here forward so enjoy this recent time capsule respite from the babrbarians for what it's worth. And....scene.
Here's the most frightening thing I can find from the post candy afterglow of All Saints Day. We'll need all the help we can get over the next two years while this single-helixed gash is running for the highest office in the land.
Blood Lying On The Snow -- The Proclaimers Jerry's Breakdown -- Jerry Reed & Chet Atkins Two Knights And Maidens -- Crash Test Dummies Pink Bullets -- The Shins The Singing Song -- George Shearing Love's Not A Competition, But I'm Winning -- Kaiser Chiefs Woe -- Tom Waits Bombs Away --The Police Tramp The Dirt Down -- Elvis Costello Fraud In The 80's -- Mates Of State
The Man Cave was open yesterday afternoon for the Browns vs. Saints. It was a beautiful Autumn day and really seemed a shame to sit inside and watch football on teevee...until the game started.
As an aside, I've spent the last couple of days importing all of the CDs that were previously left orphaned thus increasingly my volume of digital FRT selection possibilities by quite a bit. So welcome the new faces and older cuts that may appear if you will.
Bloody Valentine -- Jill Sobule We Used To Wait -- Arcade Fire When You Wish Upon A Star -- Petra Hayden and Bill Frisell 6'1" -- Liz Phair Dynamite -- Dave Edmunds The Guestlist -- Spoon How Could I Know -- My Morning Jacket Numb As A Statue -- Warren Zevon I Dug Up A Diamond -- Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris If I Needed You -- Townes Van Zandt
