Niska ,'War Stories'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
An interesting but wrongheaded (IMO) smackdown of Wilco in Slate today.
While I don't think that Wilco is the second coming of t insert beloved band here , I also give them a lot more credit than being "classic rock for frat boys".
eta grrr. Either html is giving me no love, or Slate isn't or both, but I couldn't get a link to work.
This doesn't work?
t edit It does work, but that came out way snottier than I intended. I'm in a rush to leave work...
That does, Jon, but I swear I tried it with the exact same URL as yours (plus about another half dozen variations), using the model in the HTML instructions, and I kept getting a page not found when I tried the link out.
shrugs
Clearly the universe hates you. Or maybe just Bill Gates. Or maybe Bill Gates and Michael Kinsley. I'm sure one of those is the problem.
Slate is wrong about Wilco? Why, that's almost as crazy as the very idea of Salon running a tone-deaf musically-unadventurous guy writing about music every single Wednesday! Or The Onion's AV Club running an article on the new Fiery Furnaces album that doggedly misses the point!
Why, that's almost as crazy as the very idea of Salon running a tone-deaf musically-unadventurous guy writing about music every single Wednesday!
He recommended "He Loved Him Madly". IJS.
Which reminds me... happy belated 100th -- it was yesterday -- to I.B. Singer. (IJS/IBS being the memory switch.) One of the guys at the Paris Review event yesterday is co-owner of a bar called K.G.B. where they were having a celebration of the centenary. K.G.B.? "Yeah, Singer probably woulda got a kick out of that."
He recommended "He Loved Him Madly". IJS.
Stopped clock.
Which reminds me... happy belated 100th -- it was yesterday -- to I.B. Singer. (IJS/IBS being the memory switch.) One of the guys at the Paris Review event yesterday is co-owner of a bar called K.G.B. where they were having a celebration of the centenary. K.G.B.? "Yeah, Singer probably woulda got a kick out of that."
I love I.B. Singer. "Taibele's Demon" - genius. "Gimpel the Fool" - genius. "Spinoza of Market Street" - genius. Funny and heartbreaking too. I read his short stories in tandem with Flannery O'Connor's when I first moved to San Francisco in the mid eighties.
Huh. Apparently, Arthur Kane didn't even know he had leukemia. He went to the doctor with "flu-like symptoms" and that's when they diagnosed him. (This is also from Yahoo.)
Feh. Not liking the new All-Music Guide. It's freakin' 2 pt. type. If I wanted that I'd go to Pitchfork.
In other annoying news, I bought the new Fiery Furnaces record. Brought to work to listen to it. It fell between my desk and my wall. The desk is not moveable - it's bolted in. It's gone, and yet it is inches from my foot. Bother.