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Thursday, May 31

JOTD: BLIND MAN IN A BIKER BAR

A blind man wanders into an all girls biker bar by mistake. He finds his way to a bar stool and orders some coffee.

After sitting there for awhile, he yells to the waiter, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?"

The bar immediately falls absolutely silent. In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,

"Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it is only fair -- given that you are blind -- that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blond girl with a baseball bat.

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.

3. I'm a 6 foot tall, 175 lb. blonde woman with a black belt in karate.

4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weightlifter.

5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

Now, think about it seriously, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"

The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head, and mutters, "No... Not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."

GSOTD: Have a Heart, Betty (I'm Not Fireproof)

By THE SOFT BOYS

Well you were the one that made me feel so natural
Right between your teeth just like a piece of toast... TOAST!
And you treated me as more than just an animal
'Cause you knew that I would rather be your ghost

And you were the one that understood the tennis ball
And you were the one that came to me in chains
'Cause you wanted to be touched by something magical
And the only thing you knew was in your drains

Have a heart (Oh, yeah baby)
Have a heart (come groove with me in the spiritual kingdom of love)
Have a heart (that is, you and I could have a good time)
Betty, I'm not fireproof

Well the friction is delicious but it's challenging
And the chapel is expanding in the park
You're the kind of girl that really does need bandaging
A police car with its tongue out in the dark

And the foliage is howling without symmetry
And I ain't got no asbestos anymore
'Cause you move me up and down into infinity
And all you do is lie there on the floor, oh baby now

Have a heart (C'mon, give me your love in bushels, baby)
Have a heart (sweetly smother me with your softly)
Have a heart (sheltering seas)
Betty, I'm not...

Have a heart
Have a heart
Have a heart
Betty, I'm not F-I-R-E-proof!

Wednesday, May 30

JOTD: Justice

Q: How many US Attorney Generals does it take to screw in a light bulb?


A: I cannot recall that particular answer at this time.

GSOTD: Wading Through A Ventilator

By THE SOFT BOYS

I fix my fish
I fool my frog
I fray my feet and drag my dog and drop my duck
Across the wall
I squash my teeth and slag my grub
I battle adders in the pub

My girl is ripe
In greasy silk
A split tomato in her mind
the crumpled heart
Sags in the sea
Tomato heart escaping gas
I think that girl is of her skin

Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highway men in yellow stripes
It might not now, but it will be later
Wading through your ventilator
Hmm mm mmm!

I tang my fag
He clench his fist
The pretty bonny licks my stamp and twist her fang
She tugs his foot
We think of better things and laugh
The hairs on my marshmallow pout

My head is rich
Enough to burst
With ivies strung around my calf picture the flies
On melon halves
You end up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap

Of all the people I don't know
The ones I do I hate the most
The twisted fodder of mankind's
Enough to drive a poor boy blind
It might not now, but it could be later
Wading through your ventilator, blah!

I waded in and that's a fact
The meat was cut, the meat was packed
You shredded me with icy strings
As coiled salami, I was led
Into a holy stacking shed
My life like antiseptic stings

A tongue of stalk
And tender leaves
Eventually your skull occludes and melon splits
And like an egg
It dribbles down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong, I'm quite ok

I drank a cat
I sprung a cake
She threw transistors in my lake I threw her head
Far through the door
You wonder what I do that for
They wonder what you think I've got

Listen baby, there ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind (Shut it down shut it down)
If it bothers you, you can turn it off (Shut it down shut it down)
With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye (Shut it down)
And my buffalo heart and a crocodile's hide

And my salmon head wedged on a moose's neck
Are breathing fungus on a hemorraged lawn
Invented me one summer's morn
I've lost you now, but I'll get you later
Wading through your ventilator



Tuesday, May 29

JOTD: Teaching

A young female teacher was giving an assignment to her 6th grade class one day. It was a large assignment so she started writing high up on the chalkboard. Suddenly there was a giggle from one of the boys in the class. She quickly turned and asked, "What's so funny, Pat?"

"I just saw one of your garters!"

"Get out of my classroom," she yells, "I don't want to see you for three days!"

The teacher turns back to the chalkboard. Realizing she had forgotten to title the assignment, she reaches to the very top of the chalkboard. Suddenly there is an even louder giggle from another male student. She quickly turns and asks, "What's so funny, Billy?"

"I just saw both of your garters!"

Again, she yells, "Get out of my classroom! This time the punishment is more severe, I don't want to see you for three weeks!"

Embarrassed and frustrated, she drops the eraser when she turns around again. So she bends over to pick it up. This time there is an burst of laughter from another male student. She quickly turns to see Little Johnny leaving the classroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asks.

"From what I just saw, my school days are over!"

GSOTD: I Got the Hots for You

By THE SOFT BOYS

Ah, Mmm, Mmm
Said the dentures to the peach
Said the tide of filth to the bleach
Said the spike to the tomato
Said the curry to the corpse
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
Here I am
Looking out on a crystal world
Floating currents of human eyes
Baking land under creamy skies
Yeah
Said the vicar to the waitress
"The best thing about you is your waist"
She laughed a laugh that echoed round a fortress
Said "Wait till you see the statues in my bathroom"
I got the hots for you
I got the hots for you
Huh, huh
I got the hots fro you
I got the hots for you
There she was
When you see her your eyes awake
Electric bulbs on a birthday cake
Would you care for a lump of steak?
Or a piece of hake?
Or another take?



ATM: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith

I finally saw this film over labor day weekend (feeling I had to after seeing the previous five). This was a piece of shit! Not as bad as the last two. Question, the fuck did an attacking Wookie yell like Tarzan? Is that funny? Why is Jimmy Smits' space car a convertible Corvette? Why is Lucas allowed to make movies? - Guntarski

Directed by: George Lucas


RS: 2of 4 Stars Average User Rating: 3of 4 Stars


2005 20th Century Fox


Drink the Kool-Aid. Wear blinders. Cover your ears. Because that's the only way you can totally enjoy Revenge of the Sith -- the final and most futile attempt from skilled producer, clumsy director and tin-eared writer George Lucas to create a prequel trilogy to match the myth-making spirit of the original Star Wars saga he unleashed twenty-eight years ago. Fan boys, of course, have convinced themselves otherwise. So have several critics, if you go by early reviews.


Heralded for its savagery (my God, it's rated PG-13), the film follows Anakin Skywalker (Hayden Christensen -- to merely call him wooden is an affront to puppets everywhere) as he loses his limbs and his conscience and takes on the evil mantle of Darth Vader. But thematic darkness is no excuse for dimness in all other departments, except the visual.


In this heretic's opinion, Sith is a stiff, brought down by that special knack Lucas has of turning flesh-and-blood actors into cardboard cutouts. To hear Anakin and his pregnant wife, Senator Padme (the vivacious Natalie Portman rendered vacant), discuss their marriage -- a secret that could get Anakin defrocked as a Jedi -- is to redefine stilted for a new millennium. The minute any character -- human or droid -- opens a mouth to speak, your eyes glaze over.


I kept thinking how much better Sith would play as a silent film, with only Chewbacca allowed to do his Wookiee growl and John Williams to trumpet his recycled score. And yet, Revenge of the Sith is the movie that will do more business (my guess is $400 million-plus), sell more popcorn and brainwash more audiences than any blockbuster this summer. There are reasons: Sith is the last time Lucas will ever skywalk with the Skywalkers on the big screen (talk persists of a TV spinoff). There is enormous goodwill built up by the original series Lucas began in 1977 with Star Wars: A New Hope, continued in 1980 with The Empire Strikes Back and ended in 1983 with Return of the Jedi. All three of those movies belong in my personal time capsule, despite the Ewok blight on the last one. That's why you, me and everyone we know lined up for 1999's juvenile The Phantom Menace and 2002's atrocious Attack of the Clones. We watched with stifled yawns as Anakin grew from a snot-nosed kid (Jake Lloyd) to a whiny teen lover boy and wanna-be Jedi (Christensen). We justified the thudding lifelessness (a pox on those Jedi councils) by praising Lucas' digital artistry and nurturing the hope that Revenge of the Sith would spin our heads around with the dark magic of Darth Vader.


Not even close. Until the last half-hour, when Lucas actually does establish a emotional connection between the landmark he created in 1977 and the prequel investment portfolio he laid out in 1999, the movie is one spectacularly designed letdown after another. Chief culprit? The script. Even with a reported polish by -- say it isn't so -- British playwright Tom Stoppard, the words are leaden, faux literate, mock-Shakespearean and devoid of humor. The late critic Pauline Kael once dismissed Star Wars as "an epic without a dream." I disagree. Lucas' dream is a grand one: to build a mythic futuristic fantasy out of the influences of his youth -- the Bible, the Bard, H.G. Wells, Jack London, John Ford westerns, Flash Gordon serials and long afternoons at the movies. If only for the original Star Wars, Lucas deserves a place in film history. He transformed pop culture into Pop Art. Lucas' major error was believing he could do it all alone. With Empire -- now officially the best of the Star Wars six -- Lucas had the invaluable help of screenwriters Lawrence Kasdan (Raiders of the Lost Ark) and Leigh Brackett (The Big Sleep), and director Irvin Kershner, who knew how to loosen up actors. For those who wrongly criticized Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford back when, all I can say is, look and weep.


As Mace Windu, even the lively Samuel L. Jackson looks embalmed. Ewan McGregor fares better as Obi-Wan Kenobi, if only because mischief is embedded in his DNA. Best of all is Ian McDiarmid as Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the true badass of the piece. As Palpatine draws Anakin into his web and away from the Jedi code, the film is briefly enlivened by the thrill of temptation. McDiarmid paints an insidious, seductive portrait of evil. It's too bad that playing the grotesque Darth Sideous, Palpatine's Sith lord alter ego, drives the actor into horror-show hamboning.


As for the good stuff, none of it involves human speech. There's Obi-Wan taking on the droid general, Grievous, whose metal arms can swing four light-sabers. There's the massacre of the Jedi when Palpatine calls for Order 66. There's Palpatine taking on Yoda (again voiced by Frank Oz), whom he contemptuously calls my "little green friend."


As for the much-touted opening aerial dogfight with Anakin and Obi-Wan firing on the clones in a cluttered digital landscape, the effect is pure video game and purely without threat. Lucas fills Sith with so much computerized wizardry that it barely jibes with the low-tech original, taking place decades later, which shows the touch of human hands and plays all the better for it. But as cop-outs go, you can't beat the reasons that turn Anakin bad. Suffering nightmares about his wife dying while giving birth, he joins the Sith, who claim power over death, to save the woman he loves. If it means the killing of Jedi younglings, so be it. If it means letting his hubris run amok like any yuppie exec, so be it. It's like hearing that the young Hannibal Lecter was weaned on food instead of live flesh.


Lucas almost pulls the plot out of the fire in the film's final section, showing Obi-Wan hacking away at Anakin with his light-saber on the lava planet of Mustafar. Lucas even drops a hint that Anakin thinks Padme and Obi-Wan may have been getting it on. As we watch Anakin nearly melt in the lava, only to be put together, Frankenstein style, in a lab while Lucas intercuts scenes of Padme giving birth to the twins Luke and Leia, a link to genuine feeling is established at last. It's too little and too late. To hail Revenge of the Sith as a satisfying bridge to a classic is not just playing a game of the Emperor's New Clothes, it's an insult to what the original accomplished. To paraphrase Padme: This is how truth dies -- to thunderous applause.

PETER TRAVERS
(Posted: May 13, 2005)

Monday, May 28

GSOTD: It's Not Just The Size Of A Walnut

By THE SOFT BOYS

There's something that's lurked in the side of my mind
Since the day before we ever met
A panther of shadows obscene and unkind
I'll keep it for you as a pet

Everybody needs my nose
But no one knows my needs
Including you babe
And your daddy's in charge of the oyster party
Well, well well, the oyster party
Your mama's in league with the lobster gang
Bang bang bang the lobster gang

Baby, I'm telling you true
This feeling I feel about you
It's not just the size of a walnut

If true love exists than it shouldn't take long
It incubates under a shroud
It rips like a ray on the slit of her thong
And bolusses over the crowd

Everybody needs your meat
But no one meets your needs
Including Kenneth
And your brother was part or a filing cabinet
Big, thick steak, a filing cabinet
Your sister was the filet of a juicy crown
Lips meet steak when the doggy's around

Baby, I'm telling you true
This feeling I feel about you
It's not just the size of a walnut

So think of me sweetly and polish your soul
That I may be blinded with love
As long as I'm hungry, I'll never get old
And God knows I'm hungry enough

Everybody clocks your want
But no one wants your clock
Except for someone
And your lover was part of the hormone squad
Urge urge urge, the hormone squad
His kittens fell foul of the football team
Bash smash crash, plaster caveman

Baby, I'm telling you true
This feeling I feel about you
It's not just the size of a walnut

Sunday, May 27

GSOTD: Love Poisoning

By THE SOFT BOYS

Floating, I'm floating, I'm gloating, I'm pleased
Watch me, you can't touch me, I'm down on your knees
It's not easy being here with you
There's so much that I would rather do
But that's OK because I'm floating through
The hole
In your heart

Ahhhh

Lying, we're lying, in postcards and vans
Crying, you're crying, all over my hands
I don't care about the things you do
It must be horrifying being you
You screwed me up and broke my heart in two
And someday someone will do that for you
There's a hole in your heart

I'll retrogress anytime you're around
I'll retrogress anytime
Anytime
Anytime
Anytime

Ahhhh

Feeling so violent but nothing comes through
Concealing your feelings is poisoning you
You can cry and you can go insane
Watch the helicopters in the rain
Pump it in and pump it out again
Your emotion is a one-way train
There's a hole in your heart

Ohhh, Ahhhh

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GAOTW: The Soft Boys

One of my few regrets is not seeing THE SOFT BOYS when the reunited. I have seen Robyn Hitchcock many times (back in Chicago and Milwaukee) but since my move to the desert - the quality of artists that hit the Valley of the Sun has been waining. Earlier this month I had tickets to see THE FRATELLIS (a show my son and I were both looking forward to). They cancelled. So while I sit here, sweating to the oldies, THE SOFT BOYS willl be my latest artist of the week.

The Soft Boys have turned out to be one of the most influential bands in shaping contemporary alternative music, though few are completely familiar with the quirky band's legacy. Formed in Cambridge, England in 1976 on the heels of the punk revolution, the Soft Boys eschewed the three-chord nihilism of punk and opted for a crude version of psychedelic/folk-rock that was well on its way out of fashion, but oddly, just on the cusp of a resurgence. Robyn Hitchcock recruited Cambridge musicians Morris Windsor on drums, Andy Metcalfe on bass, and guitarist Alan Davies, and recorded Give It to the Soft Boys in Hitchcock's living room in 1976. Davies was soon replaced by guitarist Kimberley Rew. The band released a single, "(I Want to Be An) Anglepoise Lamp," followed by the Can of Bees album in 1979. While recording the follow-up, Metcalfe left the band and was replaced by Matthew Seligman. The new lineup started fresh and recorded Underwater Moonlight, the album that found the band trading psychedelic jams for a more straight-ahead jangle pop-guitar rock sound. The LP has become extremely influential in the guitar rock canon -- the Replacements, R.E.M., and the L.A. Paisley Underground scene all claimed it as a prime influence. The album launched a thousand bands, but it turned out to be the Soft Boys' swan song. Two more recordings were released posthumously: the 2 Halfs for the Price of One EP in 1981, and some early sessions compiled on Invisible Hits in 1983. The first EP was re-released in 1984 as Wading Through a Ventilator. Windsor and Metcalfe began to collaborate with Hitchcock again in 1984 as the Egyptians, while Seligman became an in-demand session musician and Rew went on to form Katrina & the Waves. Hitchcock has had a prolific post-Soft Boys recording career, sticking to the unusual style he's forged and finessed since 1976, with 15 albums to his credit. ~ Denise Sullivan, All Music Guide

Albums

Give It To The Soft Boys (EP) (1977)
A Can of Bees (LP) (1979) (reissued as CD 1992)
Underwater Moonlight (LP) (1980) (reissued as CD 1992)
Near the Soft Boys (EP) (1980)
Two Halves for the Price of One (LP) (1981)
Invisible Hits (LP) (1983) (reissued as CD 1992)
Live at the Portland Arms (cassette) (1983) (reissued as LP 1988)
Wading Through a Ventilator (EP) (1984)
Raw Cuts (CD EP) (1989)
1976-81 (2 CD) (1993)
Underwater Moonlight... And How It Got There (2 CD) (2001)
Nextdoorland (CD) (2002)
Side Three (CD EP) (2002)

Singles

"(I Want to Be an) Anglepoise Lamp" b/w "Fatman's Son" (45) (1978)
"I Wanna Destroy You" b/w "Old Pervert" (45) (1980)
"Only the Stones Remain" b/w "The Asking Tree" (45) (1981)
"Love Poisoning" (45) (1982)
"He's a Reptile" b/w "Song No. 4" (45) (1983)
"The Face of Death" b/w "The Yodelling Hoover" (45) (1989)

Saturday, May 26

GSOTD: Summer Feeling

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

That summer feeling That summer feeling
That summer feeling

When there's things to do not because you gotta
When you run for love not because you oughtta
When you trust your friends with no reason nada
The joy I name shall not be tamed
And that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

When the cool of the pond makes you drop down on it
When the smell of the lawn makes you flop down on it
When the teenage car gots the cop down on it
The time is here for one more year
And that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

If you've forgotten what I'm naming
You're gonna long to reclaim it one day
Because that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

And if you wait until your older
A sad resentment will smoulder one day
And Then that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
And that summer feeling's gonna taunt you
And then that summer feeling is gonna hurt you
One day in your life.

When even fourth grade starts looking good
Which you hated,
And first grade's looking good too,
Overrated,
And you boys long for some little girl
That you dated
Do you long for her of for the way you were,
That summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

When the Oldsmobile has got the top down on it
When the catamaran has got the drop down on it
When the flat of the land has got the crop down on it
Some things were good before and some things never were
But that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

Well when your friends are in town and they've got time for ya
When you were never hanging around and they don't ignore ya
When you say what you will and they still adore ya
Is that not appealing, it's that summer feeling.
That summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

It's gonna haunt you
It's gonna taunt you
You're gonna want this feeling inside one more time.
It's gonna haunt you
It's gonna taunt you
You're gonna want this feeling inside one more time.
One more thing...

When you're hanging around the park with the water fountain
And there's the little girl with the dirty ankles cuz she's
On the swings, you know, and all the dust is kicking up
And you remember the ankle locking
And the way she flirted with you
For all this time, how come?
Well that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

You'll throw away everything for it.
You'll throw away everything for it.
One more thing...

Well when the playground that just was all dirt
Comes haunting.
And that little girl that called you a flirt
Memory comes taunting
You pick these things apart they're not that appealing
You put them together and you'll get this certain feeling
And that summer feeling is gonna haunt you
One day in your life.

It's gonna haunt you
It's gonna taunt you
You're gonna want this feeling inside
One more time.

Friday, May 25

GSOTD: City vs. Country

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

I want to live close to downtown to be near my friends
I want to be close to them,
And still be out by the trees and the wind
Havin' both will be hard to find I'm sure,
But then ain't that the way of the world,
I want the city but I want the country too.

I want to be with my friends by the fire and the starlight
But I want music, music in my life
Yes, I want a bar hoppin' music scene
And I want to pick from ten or fifteen
I want the city but I want the country too.

My mind is quiet, when my thoughts are slow
I stop to learn what I been wantin' to know
I need to live in the ancient world
If I'm gonna do what I want to do
I want the city but I want the country too

I'll never have both moon and sun
But one never knows, does one?
I want the city but I want the country too.

Thursday, May 24

GSOTD: Now Is Better Than Before

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVIYW4MDyXw

By Jonathan Richman

Sometimes I think that I'm just a comfort to her
And not that same young lover
From the days of Fenway and Kenmore
But this is better than before
Oh now is better than before

Sometimes I think that my cheeks had more color in the past
And that my heart once did beat more fast
In the days of the Fenway and Kenmore
But this really is better than before
Oh now, is better than before

I've loved her all of these years
I've loved her all of these years

Sometimes I wonder can I really still call this a flame
Or should I find another name?
But then it's yesterday once more
Except it's better than it was before
Oh now, is better than before

I've loved her all of these years
I've loved her all of these years

Guitarra

Wednesday, May 23

ATM: Good Night & Good Luck

The pacing was brutal but I really enjoyed the story. Sort of makes you want to take up smoking!

BY ROGER EBERT / October 21, 2005

Warner Independent Pictures presents a film directed by George Clooney. Written by Clooney and Grant Heslov. Running time: 93 minutes. Rated PG.

"Good Night, and Good Luck" is a movie about a group of professional newsmen who with surgical precision remove a cancer from the body politic. They believe in the fundamental American freedoms, and in Sen. Joseph McCarthy they see a man who would destroy those freedoms in the name of defending them. Because McCarthy is a liar and a bully, surrounded by yes-men, recklessly calling his opponents traitors, he commands great power for a time. He destroys others with lies, and then is himself destroyed by the truth.

The instrument of his destruction is Edward R. Murrow, a television journalist above reproach, whose radio broadcasts from London led to a peacetime career as the most famous newsman in the new medium of television. Murrow is offended by McCarthy. He makes bold to say so, and why. He is backed by his producers and reporters, and supported by the leadership of his network, CBS, even though they lose sponsors, and even though McCarthy claims Murrow himself is a member of a subversive organization.

There are times when it is argued within CBS that Murrow has lost his objectivity, that he is not telling "both sides." He argues that he is reporting the facts, and if the facts are contrary to McCarthy's fantasies, they are nevertheless objective. In recent years few reporters have dared take such a stand, but at the height of Hurricane Katrina, we saw many reporters in the field who knew by their own witness that the official line on hurricane relief was a fiction, and said so.

Murrow is played in "Good Night, and Good Luck" by David Strathairn, that actor of precise inward silence. He has mastered the Murrow mannerisms, the sidelong glance from beneath lowered eyebrows, the way of sitting perfectly still and listening and watching others, the ironic underplayed wit, the unbending will. He doesn't look much like Murrow, any more than Philip Seymour Hoffman looks much like Truman Capote, but both actors create their characters from the inside, concealing behind famous mannerisms the deliberate actions that impose their will. In that they are actually a little alike.

Clooney co-stars, as Fred Friendly, Murrow's producer, who remained active into the 1990s. He also directed and co-wrote the movie. Because Clooney's father was a newscaster, he knows what the early TV studios looked like, and it is startling to see how small was Murrow's performance space: He sits close to the camera, his famous cigarette usually in the shot, and Friendly sits beside the camera, so close that he can tap Murrow's leg to cue him. They are also close as professionals who share the same beliefs about McCarthy, and are aware that they risk character assassination from the Wisconsin senator.

The other key character is McCarthy himself, and Clooney uses a masterstroke: He employs actual news footage of McCarthy, who therefore plays himself. It is frightening to see him in full rant, and pathetic to see him near meltdown during the Army-McCarthy hearings, when the Army counsel Joseph Welch famously asked him, "Have you no decency?" His wild attack on Murrow has an element of humor; he claims the broadcaster is a member of the Industrial Workers of the World, the anarchist "Wobblies" who by then were more a subject of nostalgic folk songs than a functioning organization.

The movie is entirely, almost claustrophobically, about politics and the news business. Even its single subplot underlines the atmosphere of the times. We meet Shirley and Joe Wershba (Patricia Clarkson and Robert Downey Jr.), who work for CBS News and keep their marriage a secret, because company policy forbids the employment of married couples. Their clandestine meetings and subtle communications raise our own suspicions, and demonstrate in a way how McCarthyism works.

Apart from the Wershbas, the movie is entirely about the inner life of CBS News. Every substantial scene is played in the CBS building, except for a banquet, a bar, a bedroom and the newsreel footage. Murrow and Friendly circulate in three arenas: Their production offices, the television studio and the offices of their boss William Paley (Frank Langella), who ran the network as a fiefdom but granted Murrow independence and freedom from advertiser pressure.

The movie is not really about the abuses of McCarthy, but about the process by which Murrow and his team eventually brought about his downfall (some would say his self-destruction). It is like a morality play, from which we learn how journalists should behave. It shows Murrow as fearless, but not flawless. Paley observes that when McCarthy said that Alger Hiss was convicted of "treason," Murrow knew Hiss was convicted not of treason but of perjury, and yet did not correct McCarthy. Was he afraid of seeming to support a communist, Paley asks, perhaps guessing the answer. He has a point. Murrow's response indicates he might have been a great poker player.

There are small moments of humor. After one broadcast fraught with potential hazards, Murrow waits until he's off the air and then there is the smallest possible movement of his mouth: Could that have been almost a smile? David Strathairn is a stealth actor, revealing Murrow's feelings almost in code. Clooney by contrast makes Fred Friendly an open, forthright kinduva guy, a reliable partner for Murrow's enigmatic reserve.

As a director, Clooney does interesting things. One of them is to shoot in black and white, which is the right choice for this material, lending it period authenticity and a matter-of-factness. In a way, b&w is inevitable, since both Murrow's broadcasts and the McCarthy footage would have been in b&w. Clooney shoots close, showing men (and a few women) in business dress, talking in anonymous rooms. Everybody smokes all of the time. When they screen footage, there is an echo of "Citizen Kane." Episodes are separated by a jazz singer (Dianne Reeves), who is seen performing in a nearby studio; her songs don't parallel the action, but evoke a time of piano lounges, martinis and all those cigarettes.

Clooney's message is clear: Character assassination is wrong, McCarthy was a bully and a liar, and we must be vigilant when the emperor has no clothes and wraps himself in the flag. It was Dr. Johnson who said, "Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel." That was more than 200 years ago. The movie quotes a more recent authority, Dwight Eisenhower, who is seen on TV defending the basic American right of habeas corpus. How many Americans know what habeas corpus means, or why people are still talking about it on TV?

GSOTD: Everyday Clothes

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

Going to a party and she's wondering what's the way
I said look why don't you just wear what you'd wear everyday
You know T-shirt
You know Sweatshirt
You know Cut off shorts you know those
Plain old everyday clothes

She had a black dress that I remember still
But in her ordinary clothes she was dressed to kill
I loved her
I loved her
At first sight I suppose
But I couldn't have loved her more than in her plain old everyday clothes

Jeans and a sweater
Jeans and a shirt
Starting going soft and I started to flirt

Jeans and something that didn't fit right
Oh, but I loved her, at first sight

Now she's in something from the hardware store
But Pierre Cardin and Fiarrucci could've done no more
Cause I loved her, I loved her
Cause that's the way it goes
And I loved her even more in her plain old everyday clothes

Jeans and a sweater
Jeans and a shirt
Starting going soft and I started to flirt

Jeans and something that didn't fit right
Oh, but I loved her, at first sight

Now she's in something that she's put on by chance
But when I fell in love, when I fell in love it plain made no difference
I loved her, I loved her
Since every angel knows
And I loved her more in just her plain old everyday clothes

Jeans and a sweater
Jeans and a shirt
I started going soft and I started to flirt
Jeans and something from the second hand
Well remember what I said about Pierre Cardin
Jeans and something from the hardware store
Well the italian boys could've done no more

Tuesday, May 22

JOTD: How To Prepare Chicken...

A waiter asks a man, "May I take your order, sir?"

"Yes," the man replies. "I'm just wondering, exactly how do you prepare your chickens?"

"Nothing special, sir. We just tell them straight out that they're going to die."

GSOTD (Poem): I Eat With Gusto, Damn! You Bet

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

Hello Everyone, it's time for poetry
I submit to you the following it's entitled:
"I Eat with Gusto, Damn! You Bet"
By one Jonathan Richman.

When I eat like I do it,
I use not fork nor spoon
No grace or culture to it
When I call my own tune.

For I eat with gusto, damn you bet
A regular canine cruncher
Except truth be told I'm sloppier yet
Than many a dog food muncher
I eat a pound I eat a ton
And no there ain't much I cuts up
And while I'm having merry fun
Bystanders puke their guts up.

The FBI sent someone by
Who handles health affairs
I had not finished my cream pie
When he chanced up the stairs
Why did he turn the other way?
Why did he leave so quick?
Will he come back another day?
Did something make him sick?

I eat with gusto damn you bet
A regular doggie diner
"No don't bring me napkins waiter sir,
Just bring some trash can liner."

Whilst wandering by a juice bar
I spyed a tempting beverage
Since I would have been last in line
I used my fearsome leverage
For in my pocket was some food
Which I took from the wrapper
The patrons watched it being chewed
And of course headed for the crapper.

For I eat with gusto damn you bet
For gusto I'm the boss
For yay my nose it is in the salad
And lo my chin it is in the sauce
I eat with gusto damn you bet
We're sailing around the cape
"Keel-haul him," said the Bosun
"There must be no escape."

One sunny day in Paris an elegant cafe
A phone call there a phone call here
And the gendarmes took me away

I said "qu'est-ce qui se passe ici"
I said " mais qu'est-ce que c'est"
They said "Such eating it is criminal
And crime it does not pay."

For I eat with gusto damn you bet.
My banner yay unfurled
My shirt is covered with mustard
And my hair with ketchup curled

Goodby to Egypt, Greece and Rome
The ancient world goodbye.
May squalor be my summer home
And filth be my neck tie.

For I eat with gusto damn you bet.
Uh, And Uh, I eat with gusto damn you bet
My country tis of thee
I eat for social progress
I eat for victory

Somebody died who watched me eat
In a restaurant one spell
He woke up and saw me eating beans
And knew that he'd gone to hell

For Uh, "He eats with gusto damn we bet."
They're calling from the south
They want to stop my gusto
They want to close my mouth
"You eat with gusto, yeah that's great
Now let us off this bus."
Wait a minute I haven't finished eating up stuff yet.
"We'll call you, don't call us."

Monday, May 21

GOSTD: 1963 (more like a spoken word/poem)

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

hi everyone, 1963 by Jonathan Richman
well, you moved out from the city
how come out there?
for a calm, for a calm
did I recall from somewhere
So I could smell the plain old wind
without fabric softener blent in
so i could see a landscape without a fence
so I could hear that loud silence
alright now you're away from the city
why did you go?
I think I know, I think I know
to get the feelin that cities used to give me
way back in 1963
But Park Square has changed
it isn't like then
1963 won't be here
again
so, so that I could approach excitment from a different tac
cause 1963 probably isn't
coming back
so I could let the birds do what rock music did before
cause 1963 probably won't be here
anymore
Well, you visit cities
what do you learn?
That I yearn for the past
that I yearn
well, now you're back home from the city
what did it lack?
1963
it just wouldn't come back

Sunday, May 20

JOTD: The Magician and the Parrot

There was magician on a cruise ship, and he was really good.

He was performing the highlight of his show when a parrot walked onstage and squawked, ''It's in his sleeve!''

The magician chased the bird away.

The next day the magician was performing his highlight again (in front of a smaller audience) when the parrot walked onstage and declared, ''It's in his pocket!''

The next day, as he was performing the highlight, he saw the parrot in the crowd. But before the parrot could ruin the magic trick, the boat crashed into a rock and sank.

The magician was lucky enough to find a board to hang on to. On the other end of the board was the parrot.

They stared at each other for three full days, neither of them saying anything, when suddenly the parrot said, ''I give up, what'd you do with the ship?''

GSOTD: Give Paris One More Chance

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

Well if you've been to cities but you've had enough
Have you been to Paris, France?
And if you doubt that Paris was made for love
Give Paris one more chance
The home of Piaf and Chevalier
Must have done something right to get passion this way
If you don't think Paris was made for love
Give Paris one more chance

Well now I'm calling it arrogant, calling it cruel
(Give Paris one more chance)
And also trop civilisé et mon dieu, c'est trop cool
(Give Paris one more chance)
But if you don't think Paris was made for love
Maybe your heart needs a telegram from up above
If you don't think Paris was made for love
Well give Paris one more chance

Well now there's some things I don't like and some things I do
But give Paris one more chance
I can see why Paris would be ugly for you
But give Paris one more chance
The home of Piaf and Trenet too
Must have done something right
Must have something for you
If you don't think Paris was made for love
Give Paris one more chance

Now hear the boys singing Bee Gees songs under the skies
(Give Paris one more chance)
And on the steps of Montmartre they harmonise
(Give Paris one more chance)
Because if you don't think Paris was made for love
Maybe your heart needs a telegram from up above
If you don't think Paris was made for love
Give Paris one more chance

Let's wrap it up..

Well if you've been to cities but you've had enough
Have you been to Paris, France?
And if you doubt that Paris was made for love
Give Paris one more chance
The home of Piaf and Charles Aznavour
Must have done something right
And will do something more
If you don't think Paris was made for love
Give Paris one more chance
Alright
Give Paris one more chance

Saturday, May 19

GSOTD: I'm So Confused

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si6G0pSzOfY

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

sometimes I think of only her, sometimes no
I'm feeling delicate and this must show
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused

I like to do stuff, but i best go slow
I look around nowadays but I don't know
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused

I think maybe I should just stay alone
but I'm too young to just stay home

I have to sigh now (sigh)
I have to sigh now (sigh)

I must stay honest and not play a part
so when I meet someone I say right at the start
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused

(you're thinking too much) I know
(you're thinking about this too much) I know

I have to sigh now (sigh)
I have to sigh now (sigh)

i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused
i'm so confused

ATM: The Devil's Backbone

I had never heard of this movie until I stumbled across it at the Scottsdale Library. Not bad. I actually was a little freaked out every now and then. Great story!

Abandoned at an isolated orphanage during the Spanish Civil War, ten-year-old Carlos (Fernando Tielve) finds himself in an eerie world on the brink of destruction. His new home is an imposing though deteriorating compound of buildings that encircle a dusty courtyard, the cool darkness of its interiors offering little sanctuary from the desert sun or the violence that men do in the name of politics or greed.

In the hands of director Guillermo del Toro (who co-wrote the script with Antonio Trashorras and David Muñoz), The Devil's Backbone is not a political treatise or history lesson, but rather a ghost story. A classic ghost story, filled with atmosphere, longing and revenge. In that sense, the film slides nicely alongside The Others, What Lies Beneath and even The Sixth Sense.

As Carlos slowly begins to make friends and explore his new home, he becomes aware of "The One Who Sighs," a ghost (Junio Valverde) that many of the children have heard if not seen.

But ghosts are not the only secret or threat to safety for those living within the orphanage's walls. Food and resources are running out. The headmistress Carmen (Marisa Paredes) and the teacher Casares (Federico Luppi) fear for their lives as former comrades are executed in the neighboring town. The brooding caretaker (Eduardo Noriega) secretly searches for hidden gold. And as one would expect from such an insular world, love and sex have become complicated to say the least.

The Devil's Backbone weaves these threads and setting into a surreal landscape with many of its most haunting scenes taking place in daylight, albeit the shadowed daylight of high-ceilinged hallways and cellars. The cinematography and production design work hand in hand to create an almost timeless sense of peril. There are no jump-in-your-seat kind of jolts, but rather the film slowly and methodically builds an atmosphere of threat and retribution wherein secrets can be revealed and ghosts laid to rest.

Íñigo Garcés is exceptional as Carlos' bully-turned-friend Jaime, and Noriega steams the screen as Jacinth, the caretaker. As the adults in charge, Paredes and Luppi are compelling to watch. Fine acting all around. Del Toro has created a memorable and classic ghost story on film.

Though best known for his 1993 film, Cronos (AKA Chronos), most English-speaking American audiences are probably more familiar with del Toro's last film, 1997's Mimic, which happened to be his first foray into Hollywood filmmaking. He makes the journey again this spring with the release of Blade II. Now, I'll definitely see Blade II, and I'm a fan of Mimic, but neither is in the same league as The Devil's Backbone which is not just a well-made ghost story but an exceptional film as well.

Joe Steiff teaches film at Columbia College in Chicago, and is surprised to hear that Kris Kristofferson will be appearing in Blade II (didn't he kill himself in the first one?) and saddened to hear that Stephen Dorff won't be..

Friday, May 18

GSOTD: Corner Store

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

I walked past just a yesterday
And I couldn't bare that new mall no more
I don't expect you know to feel my way
But you don't know the trees that were there before
And now I want them to put back that old corner store.

I walked past just a like I say
And I felt the hurt that would not go home
I don't expect you know to see way
But you may not know the trees I've known
And I want them to put back that corner store.

we're gonna rock it
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store

take it to the bridge
I don't care if it costs more money to shop there
cause this was love, cause this was love
I don't care if you have to walk longer
I'll walk further, I'll pay more
I don't really want what the new mall's got
I want what they've got in that corner store

And what did I feel when I walked by slow
I felt Sorrow sorrow, all around
Why I would feel that way I know
I smell the ghost smell from the ground
That old wooden smell of the corner store

Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store

I walked past to some ???
And I wished the worst for the place I shop
I don't expect you're gonna know quite what I mean
But I spot a trend that has got to stop
I want them to put back that corner store

let's go
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store

I got one more verse for ya
I walked past just one last time
and I couldn't soothe my poor heart's pain
I don't expect you to feel like I'm
I just want you to dig what I now name
I want them to put back that corner store, yeah

Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner store Corner store

Thursday, May 17

GSOTD: I Was Dancing In The Lesbian Bar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db2v_8YuKBQ

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

Well I was dancing at a night club one Friday night
And that night club bar was a little uptight
Yeah, I was dancing all alone a little self conscious
When some kids came up and said, "for dancing come with us"
And soon I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

Well I was dancing in the lesbian bar
In the industrial zone
I was dancing with my friends
And dancing alone
Well the first bar things were alright
But in this bar, things were Friday night
In the first bar things were just alright
This bar things were Friday night
and I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

Well I was dancing in the lesbian bar
Way downtown
I was there to check the scene
And hang around
Well the first bar things were stop and stare
But in this bar things were laissez faire
In the first bar things were stop and stare
In this bar things were lassez faire
and I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

In the first bar folks were drinking sips
But in this bar they could shake their hips,
In the first bar they were drinking sips
In this bar they could shake their hips
and I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

Well in the first bar, things were okay
But in this bar things were more my way
In the first bar things were just okay
in this bar things were done my way
and I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

Well in the first bar things were controlled
But in this bar things were rock and roll
In the first bar things were so controlled
In this bar things were way way bold
and I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh
I was dancing in a lesbian bar oh oh oh

JOTD: Being 6 Again

To be 6 Again

A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her birthday. I'd like to be six again, she replied, still looking in the mirror.

On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hour later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake. Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure!

Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, Well Dear, what was it like being six again? Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed.I meant my dress size, you dumb a**!


The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.




Wednesday, May 16

GSOTD: Monologue About Bermuda

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

Jonathan Jonathan
(yeah)
we want to know somethin
(ok)
well have you ever been to Bermuda?
(yes), my band once played down there
what did you like about Bermuda?
well there was something in the air
that kept soothin me and calming me down
makin me feel better all around
well it's quiet that far out at sea

(Bermuda is about 600 miles east of South Carolina that's why I say its so far)
well down in Bermuda
down in Bermuda
it turned me all around
it turned me upside down
in Bermuda

down in Bermuda
I saw how stiff I was
and I changed it just ....

Jonathan when you say how stiff you were what exactly are you talkin about? Ok, I'll explain it to you. Don't go away. What it means back then I was in this band, we were playin this kind of stuff there back in about 1973, we were in Bermuda and we had this job at a hotel, called the hotel ??? . We were playin stuff like this...

well she cracked
and I'm sad
but I won't
she cracked
I'm hurt
your right

well
she
cracked
I
won't
she did things that I don't
she eats shit
eat crepes, get stoned
I stay alone
eat health food at home

Nothing snotty about that song is there? No.
and she cracked
I'm there
I won't
well!

so we were doin stuff like that. And we were ok. But, like, we had, you know, all kinds of fender stuff, and we were goin like, and we were like playin all kinda like all trip hammers and we were goin. You know like that. And the audience was goin 'Oh that's very nice' and stuff. You know we were kinda serious and everything. You know we had a fair amount of equipment for a group back then and everything and we're just going. You know this is pretty important, that everyday we're out there.

well! Yeah we're knockin em dead.
Well, the trouble was the people who were really knockin them dead were these forty year old guys. Back then I never knew that I would someday be forty. Back then that was older - 'Hey they're forty year old guys!'. Well I'm gonna have to change it to 'fifty' year old. So, in other words there were people there as old as me! So, and they were the Bermuda Strollers and they all had sunglasses so you couldn't tell when one guy was lazy and just wanted to lay off that day, would call up someone else, you know and they'd be the Bermuda Strollers that day so they all had sunglasses and you couldn't tell who they were.

But anyway so we were doin like a some. Bermuda Strollers had big guitars like this and everything like that. And they were playin more stuff like this type of material you know. All the kids loved them. and they were goin...

Bang Bang Lulu
Lulu ran away
Lulu had to go bang bang
that's why she ran away

Lulu had a boyfriend
name was 'Tommy Tucker'
took her out to his house
to see if he could

Bang Bang Lulu
Lulu ran away
(see it still works! It was good then and it still works)
Lulu had to go bang bang
that's why she ran away

and the guitar had this great fat sound. Kinda like this you know...and it wasn't just him. The bass player was great too. He was this old guy - old guy? sure! he was almost forty years old! Hell! - and he was in a windbreaker and everthin like that. You know and he was just there ... and he was just goin you know like when the lead guitar guy - their only guitar guy - was goin, the bass man's just goin and makin it sound way bad, it's boomin. And he's great and he's just not movin, he's just kinda like chewin gum or somethin, just kinda like you know.

He was like the Bill Wyman of the Caribbean. You know he's up there.
And I'm watchin this and goin 'Oh, we really are stiff. These guys really are looser than us' I'm thinking to myself. Here's what I'm thinking: 'oh'.

After that trip to Bermuda, you know, that band never got along as well after that. That was really the beginning of the end for us. It's true. Cause I started getting way into that kind of stuff you know. Started buyin Calypso records and things.

You see? It's catchy. You gotta admit it's catchy.
So that's what I mean when I say how stiff I was.
Ok, now we're getting, now you can get back to your song Jonathan. Ok thanks...)
Jonathan Jonathan
(yeah what?)
we want to know somethin
(yes?)
well did you wander around Bermuda?
(in fact I did. Thank you for asking)
I wandered all around
and the flowers in Bermuda
(ahh the flowers well)
they almost knocked you down
(why?)
because they smelt so strong you know, oh oh oh
(yeah)
and it was springtime when we were down there too, oh oh oh
(yes)
little petals all around

down in Bermuda
down in Bermuda
it turned me all around
it turned me upside down
in Bermuda

down in Bermuda
I saw how stiff I was
and I changed it just because
in Bermuda

Jonathan Jonathan
(yeah, what do you want?)
we want to know somethin

Tuesday, May 15

GSOTD: Closer

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

I'm there in the bed with my wife
And she's looking for some room to sleep
And I'm there touching her shoulder
Hoping that maybe we could dream the same dream
I stare into space awake I lie
Wondering how close could get her and I

And closer, you see what I want is closer
Oh, I'm always there trying to get closer
Oh Closer oh closer than we've been before
Always trying to get closer
Cuz that's where I want to go sir

How can I say what I'm trying to say
Lonely for somebody who's an inch away
And closer, you see what I want is closer.

Now it's time to pick out a restaurant
And I'm still thinking about getting closer
A take out stand is often where I want to go sir
Cuz I really don't want that expensive kind
When how to get closer is what's on my mind

And closer, you see what I want is closer
Well now I'm always there thinking about closer
Oh Closer well closer than we've been before
Oh closer Cuz that's where I want to go sir
Oh yeah

And my wife is sleeping, for more she's striving
But I'm touching her cuz I'm always conniving
To get closer, you see what I want is closer
Oh yeah.

Meanwhile, back in the bed
I'm there snoring up a storm
And my wife is there lying next to me
And I'm there touching her arm
Now her leg and my leg are starting to intertwine
And that's good news for me because I'm always trying
To get closer you see what I want...

Well what I want is closer
What I want is to get closer
Oh than we've been before
Oh closer more and more
oh more and more.
Yeah I want more.

"Hey Wait, hey wait a minute Jonathan
now don't get excited."
Well but I am and I do and I never hide it!
And closer, mmm, what I want is to get..
Closer Closer Closer.

SHREK THE THIRD CD WITH 2 EELS TRACKS OUT NOW

The Shrek The Third soundtrack CD featuring The new EELS track "Royal Pain" as well as EELS' "Losing Streak" is released today. This marks EELS' third appearance in their odd and enduring relationship with Mr. Shrek. The CD also features songs by The Ramones, Led Zeppelin and Paul McCartney.The film opens in U.S. theaters this Friday, May 18th.

Monday, May 14

Story About my Mom from Yesterday's Chicago Tribune

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-070513schmich-column,1,1835262.column?page=1&coll=chi-opinionfront-hed

Others who mothered get their thanks

Published May 13, 2007

My brother's childhood friend Gerard recently sent my mother a $1,000 check as thanks for her kindness to him when he was growing up.

I wrote about it a couple of Sundays ago and asked readers for similar stories of women besides their mothers who treated them with special care when they were young. Here are just a few of those tales, with thanks to everyone who wrote in about their "other mothers."

My mom died of cancer when I was 14. I was jealous of every girl who had their mom. We had a neighbor who took it upon herself to become my second mother. Her name is Cheri Linnig.

She helped me with the teenage tears. She had me over just to sit and talk for hours. She helped plan my wedding. After I was married and the babies were not coming like hers did (QUICK), she let me cry on her shoulder. When I finally was able to conceive, you would have thought she was the grandmother to be. She came to the hospital and brought the outfit for my firstborn to wear home.

Terri Miller

GSOTD: The Girl Stands Up To Me Now

By JONATHAN RICHMAN

Well, the girl stands up to me now
more than she did before
I used to win all the arguments
when she felt inferior

But now the girl says yes when she means yes
the girl says no when she means no
the girl stands up to me now
more than she did before

Well, now when she says no
it comes out smooth as silk
she don't act like no bad breakfast cereal
waiting to wilt in the milk

Because, the girl says yes when she means yes
the girl says no when she means no
the girl stands up to me now
more than she did before

When she says no to me
It's just like the umpire's call
It's strike strike strike three buddy
and ball ball ball

Because the girl says yes when she means yes
the girl says no when she means no
the girl stands up to me now
more than she did before

When she first said no
ooh, that was rough
well now, I think I like her better
tough tough tough

Because the girl says yes when she means yes
the girl says no when she means no
the girl stands up to me now
more than she did before

more than she did before


Sunday, May 13

Fight Breaks Out At Folds/Boston Pops Concert

May 10, 2007, 2:25 PM ET

Something else popped at the Boston Pops opening night concert after a fight broke out in the audience at Symphony Hall.

Television video of the fight yesterday (May 9) showed two men struggling in the balcony, one with his shirt pulled off, as several people stood around them and the orchestra and special guest Ben Folds performed a medley from the movie "Gigi.”

Conductor Keith Lockhart briefly halted the performance while the men were escorted out. Witnesses said they heard a scream from the balcony, and the sound of chairs falling, then a second scream as the fight escalated.

"The first time there was a scream, Keith looked up that way but he kept going," audience member June MacIndoe told Boston's WHDH-TV. "Then about a minute and a half later ... there was a big scream and you could hear chairs falling over and you could see them up there, fists going."

At that point, Lockhart stopped the performance for a couple of minutes, she said. "He just stood there, you know, quiet."

Boston police spokesperson David Estrada said police officers on security detail at the hall escorted the men off the property, and no charges were filed. No injuries were reported. A Boston Symphony spokesperson did not return a call for comment.

Arctic Monkeys: Favourite Worst Nightmare

Thursday, May 10, 2007

By: David Schultz

The main thing keeping the Arctic Monkeys new album, Favourite Worst Nightmare, from being one of the fresher releases in years is that they've done all this before. Were it not for Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not, their 2006 breakout album that transformed the Arctic Monkeys from cocky Sheffield teenagers to an International sensation, the manic energy of their latest release would be all the rage. Oh well, you can only invent the wheel once.

A bit more polished then their debut, Favourite Worst Nightmare benefits from the confidence gained from their success as well as from a maturity that's probably to be expected for any band just emerging from their teens. Although the Monkeys have gained a bit of finesse, they sound like they are fighting against the ill-fitting suit of adulthood rather than embracing it. Right from the outset, they recapture their familiar vibe, with Alex Turner and Jamie Cook firing out Dick Dale-style rumbling guitars over Matt Helders pounding beat on the album's opener "Brianstorm." Although they aren't as brash and slightly less cocky than a year ago, the are equally as witty as still sound like they're running from one club to the next.

Smartly, the Monkeys aren't messing with their successful formula. However they are trying a few new things. Turner and Cook's jumpy guitars and the Monkey's signature propulsive beat are still there, but whether it's the funky little beat underlying "Balaclava" or the refined punch of "This House Is A Circus," there's something a little extra. On moodier numbers like "Only Ones Who Know" and "505," Turner sounds more bored than contemplative, though that may be the point.

The English press tears down bands with the same fierce intensity they use while hyping them as the next greatest thing. Even before releasing Whatever People Say I Am, the Arctic Monkeys benefited greatly from the excitement generated by the media. Now that they have everyone's attention, with a solid release like Favourite Worst Nightmare they're making it harder to knock them off the pedestal they've been placed on.

Doherty’s former bandmate fears Pete’ll be dead soon

May 14, 2007

Wayward British rocker, Pete Doherty could “be dead in a few years” according to his former Libertines bandmate Carl Barat.

The pair performed together as part of rock band “The Libertines” until a breakup back in 2004 caused, which caused the then front man, Pete Doherty to quit the group, and form his own band: “Babyshambles”

But Pete’s former bandmate insists that his pal’s drug abuse and current lifestyle could see the singer facing an early grave.

He says, “I love Pete like a brother and I am working with him again, (but) he could end up dead in a few years if he doesn’t sort himself out.

“Pete ended up in the nick last week - I don’t think he’ll ever change.”

As you can see from the above picture, Pete is totally fine….. *ahem*

GSOTD: I'm A Little Dinosaur

Seeing this video gives me a little perma-grin (nothing a little yardwork won't fix). Gone are the days of me taking the train over to Lounge Axe in Chicago to see Jonathan rocking the walls down. He's played Phoenix one time in the nine years I've lived here. I think it's too fucking hot to bring in consistent quality bands.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6KSt1u_UE0

By JONATHAN RICHMAN AND THE MODERN LOVERS

Well, I'm a little dinosaur
I'm a little dinosaur
I'm a little dinosaur
But I'm planning to go away.

Now, I am real old, don't you know
Born ten billion years ago.
But they don't love me here enough and so
I'm planning to go away

Now the children upon their lawns
Will wake up and wonder where I've gone.
And the flies that buzz around where I now be
They're all gonna have to get along without me.

They'll say, Where's the little dinosaur?
Where's the little dinosaur?
Where's that little dinosaur?
He must have gone away.

Oh no, please don't go
Oh no, please don't go
Don't go, little dinosaur,
Please don't go away.

Oh no, please don't go
Oh no, please don't go
Don't go, little dinosaur,
Please don't go away.

Okay, I'll come back
You know I'm back to stay
'Cause I'm just your little dinosaur
And I could never really go
Never really go
Never really go away.

Saturday, May 12

Jonathon's Speechless Interview

Jojo's Cutting Edge Interview

GSOTD: We'd Have A Riot Doing Heroin

This was by far my worst artist of the week selection. The song choices were just fucking brutal....but it's mercifully over. Here's the last one. Next week is Jonathan Richman, whom I've seen 12 or 13 times over the years. Tons of great songs to choose from.

By THE QUEERS

Take it, Tulu.
1-2-3-4

We'd have a riot doing heroin.
Take a needle and stick it in.
We stick a spike into our skin.
Yeah, we'd have a riot doing heroin.

Friday, May 11

Jojo Posters











Jojo Cover Art (small sample)