Apparently Petchesky has not heard of Roth's forthcoming The Great American Sequel, in which we follow the mysterious pitcher, out on the autograph circuit with Pete Incaviglia, both aging stars struggling with decreased sexual potency and a changing America, but both also worthy of our sympathies as we cannot resist the mythic resonances of all that Gil Gamesh and Inky do.
@AzureTexan: Nice.
This is actually just a still from David Milch's new series on NFL Network.
Also, he's been listening to "Fat Man in a Bathtub" and "Dixie Chicken" incessantly.
As I sd to the
third base coach, because I am
always talking, -- Mook, I
sd, which was not his
name, the NL Central sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
the Cards, or else, shall we &
why not, trade for another goddamn headcase,
run, he sd, for
christ's sake, it is
a suicide squeeze.
third base coach, because I am
always talking, -- Mook, I
sd, which was not his
name, the NL Central sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
the Cards, or else, shall we &
why not, trade for another goddamn headcase,
run, he sd, for
christ's sake, it is
a suicide squeeze.
"Bunch of bombs in the air . . ." RIP, maestro.
@IsThisYourHomeworkLarry: Yeah, who the hell is PJ Patches? JP, Gertrude, John Keister and I will all be meeting up at Safeco tonight with Jack Sikma and Andrew Wood.
Hard to think of a more unconditionally beloved Washington state figure for my age set (mid-30s) than Niehaus. Maybe PJ Patches or the cast of Almost Live can enter the conversation, but Niehaus was just pure joy, with some lovably over-the-top tendencies (mustard & rye bread, etc). But he was the anti-Joe Buck; not a company man, not a careerist, but a man who both loved the game and the team, and who also mastered his craft and therefore was able to adorn his enthusiasm with humor, class and insight. I'll always love Alvin Davis, Junior, Edgar, Spike Owen, Dave Henderson, the Unit, Ichiro, Mike Cameron, Bone, Bruce Bochte, Olerud and the rest, but Niehaus (and disappointment) was the only thread linking that cast together, and it can't be the same now that he's dead. RIP Dave.
@bevraj of choice: Can's Ege Bamyasi is nice; minimal, heavily textured rhythms, inexplicably compelling vocals, maybe my favorite rhythm section. I think Future Days is their best album, but Ege Bamyasi probably has the most punch. Oddly, Mellencamp's "Rain on the Scarecrow" always makes me go into overdrive, but it's probably just because I grew up white trash and have a nostalgic yearning for a past I never lived. The Feelies' Crazy Rhythms and Eno's Before & After Science also have some great tracks that don't annoy w/ multiple plays. Oh, and Jay Z's "Lucifer." Let me add Fela Kuti too. Expensive Shit.
@Body By Bacardi: Two questions. 1) At what sort of college would Hootie, the Wallflowers and Seven Mary Facialhair qualify as college rock? and 2) Did you ever have a class with Bobby Hurley or Cherokee Parks?
@Delonte, Interrupted: I guess this means, he has become, cumbersome. Am I right?
As a fan or supporter of the program, there's the natural desire not to hurt the team, despite what happened off the field. (It's the entire plot of Big Fan. And, you know, get used to it if you're not already. Athletes will always be treated differently at sports schools.
Was this written for my 2 and a half year old son and those toddlers like him who have yet to realize that athletes get to play by different rules than ordinary schlubs? Can't wait for the follow-up expose, where we find out that those same privileged athletes also must carry the burden of unrealistic expectations, as well as the projected neuroses of media and fans.
And where in the hell is the Masked Man?
Was this written for my 2 and a half year old son and those toddlers like him who have yet to realize that athletes get to play by different rules than ordinary schlubs? Can't wait for the follow-up expose, where we find out that those same privileged athletes also must carry the burden of unrealistic expectations, as well as the projected neuroses of media and fans.
And where in the hell is the Masked Man?
@vodkanaut: It's quite simple, you see. Benjamin Orr, bassist for The Cars, died a decade or so ago. At his funeral, in the humorous scenario I am presenting, they played the song "Drive," by The Cars, which features Orr on lead vocals. Unfortunately, Ocasek's wife, Prozkova, rolled her eyes at the song, even though the video for that song was where she and Ocasek met. Ocasek, stricken with both anger and grief, and somewhat unmoored existentially, retrieved his dead friend from then open casket and then proceeded with inhuman strength to vault that dead friend towards Prozkova, attempting to run her over with the corpse (or, "The Car," in the nomenclature of this story).
Feel free to herald this humorous scenario, so unexpectedly resonant with the decontextualized sentence taken from David Matthews' fine, limpid prose, with your +1s at any time.
Feel free to herald this humorous scenario, so unexpectedly resonant with the decontextualized sentence taken from David Matthews' fine, limpid prose, with your +1s at any time.
@Sheed's Bald Spot: I'm just going to cut and paste this sentence everywhere for a few days, if you don't mind.
It's your standard Crazy Person Tries To Run Over Someone With A Car story, really.
Benjamin Orr's open casket funeral really took a strange turn when Ric Ocasek saw Paulina Porizkova roll her eyes at the playing of Orr's most celebrated vocal performance.
Benjamin Orr's open casket funeral really took a strange turn when Ric Ocasek saw Paulina Porizkova roll her eyes at the playing of Orr's most celebrated vocal performance.
@Dandy Koufax: +1. This made reading the actual piece worthwhile.
@UweBollocks: And when David Crosby prefaced the recording session of "Ohio" with the same rant, Neil Young knew it was time to crawl back to Crazy Horse.
Meanwhile, there are some women who worked with The Jets who would like to *stop* remaining anonymous.
