Now that's MY kind of buffet!
I ain't so sure they're kidding, either!
They call me MISTER Popiel!
How low would YOU go?
"Road Trips Gone Terribly Wrong"--Part I
"Road Trips Gone Terribly Wrong"--Part II"Well, I feel like pickin' a fight...with anybody who claims they're right...all the preacher men, the politicians, all the critics and the things they write..."--Bob Walkenhorst, The Rainmakers "Reckoning Day" (1989)
Being the proud owner of one of their hats, I'm certainly rooting for the Oregon State Beavers again this year in the College World Serious against UNC in Omaha. Actually, I became an OSU fan a few years back because their football team likes to whoop up on Notre Dame in bowl games, leading to headlines like "Beavers humiliate the Fighting Irish"! I think I posed this question once before, but does anyone know what Oregon State calls their womens' teams? Surely not the "Lady Beavers"! Same goes for South Carolina--their mens' teams are called the Gamecocks. Inquiring mind wants to know...
Oh well, anyway--Go, you Beavers!
Ever since my recent trip to Memphis, I've become a music documentary DVD junkie, and this week I re-watched a most excellent profile on the life of legendary producer Tom Dowd. You may not know his name, but unless you're deaf or have lived in a Third World country for the last 50 years or are just plain brain dead, you're familiar with this man's body of work. There's a better than good chance his name is on the back of more than a few of the albums/CDs in your collection, because he produced the likes of The Allman Brothers, Ray Charles, Derek And The Dominoes, Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding, Neil Young, Charles Mingus, James Brown, Eric Clapton, John Coltrane, Rod Stewart, Wilson Pickett, Cream, Lynyrd Skynyrd—even my boys Black Oak Arkansas—and many many others. Can you say prolific?!?
...for obese women to dress appropriately in public!
I’m not completely sold on whether this guy truly belongs in the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame, but TP does have his moments now and then. I can usually only take Petty in small doses, apart from his 1989 Full Moon Fever CD, which was far and away his best (ironically minus the Heartbreaker name) and the second Traveling Wilburys CD, Vol. 3, which he practically carried by himself at times.
Yes, the man has been reduced to a mere caricature these days, but let’s not forget why he became such a cultural icon in the first place. Like Eddie Murphy says, when Elvis was young, he was "a bad motherfucker!" and his early music certainly reflects that.
As with Cheap Trick and Journey, I’m more partial to a lot of The Police’s "B-stuff" than their big hits, thus "Roxanne" doesn’t even crack my Top 10, and I never need to hear "King of Pain" and "Every Breath You Take" again as long as I live...
Have to admit I wasn’t terribly crazy about Chrissie Hynde at first, but I grew to like her over time—well, at least her voice and her songwriting, anyway. Still not crazy about her attitude sometimes, but at least she didn’t allow her band to morph into "Chrissie Hynde & The Pretenders", as so often happens with bands who have a female lead singer, a la "Patti Smyth & Scandal" and "Gloria Estefan & Miami Sound Machine" (was that a mouthful, or what?). Like Petty, I’m not so sure the Pretenders belong in the HOF either (not yet, anyway), as I think they’re a tad overrated at times, but there is some good stuff to behold here.
One of my bigger regrets in life is never getting to see Freddie Mercury & Co. live in concert, as I’ve heard they used to put on an awesome show. My best chance was probably in 1980 when they played Kemper Arena on The Game tour, but as I remember, that was a very tough ticket in this town. Queen returned again in 1982 on their Hot Space tour, but we passed on that one because the album was so crappy, and I later heard that it was a poor show anyway, and they were actually upstaged by upstart opening act Billy Squier. Saaayyy—you don’t suppose Billy and Freddie—oh, never mind, let’s not go there!! Ironcially, Squier himself was upstaged by upstart opening act Def Leppard the next time he came to town. And so it goes…
Well, in a thoroughly earth-shattering turn of events, Tennessee Titans cornerback Adam "Pacman" Jones is being sought by authority figures about his possible involvement a shooting outside a titty bar involving his homies—er uh—his entourage. Couldn't possibly be true, could it?!? This is damn near as shocking as David Crosby getting busted for drug possession...