FWIW, Corwood, Emmett also arrived with cord around neck, and had to be revivified. Apgar from 3 to 8 in one minute. And that was in a hospital, but no c-section.

Man, I bet that was terrifying. But it's strangely reassuring to hear that a kid as fantastic as Emmett also had a scary time at delivery.

I'm not squeamish about me, but when my loved ones are hurting I'm a wreck.

This is precisely what makes delivery difficult on Dads.

I got nothing to say about Percy Heath, except that I wish my own life could be as full as his was.

Mr "Corwood," if that *is* your real pseudonym, I read and enjoyed your Deadwood post, but I have to tell you, I don't think Bullock and Swearingen are presented as so much of being polar opposites who are occasionally uncomfortable allies as brothers under the skin who'd prefer not to have to acknowledge that.

No comment on my real or fake pseudonyms. I agree that Bullock & Swearingen have a deep connection, but I dunno about the brothers under the skin part. Admittedly, I’m several weeks behind (the last ep I saw was the one that ended with Al watching Joanie spirit the whores away), but Bullock doesn’t seem to have that sort of amoral Dionysian streak that makes Swearingen so damn compelling. He’s so uptight that I’m surprised his teeth haven’t popped out from the pressure.

Finally, I’ve said it before and will do so again: Hell, yeah, Joe!

OT (at last): I picked up the new Go-Betweens and recent Eric Matthews releases yesterday. I’m still digesting both, but I want to point out that the Go-Betweens are going to play the US for the first time since 1989 in June. NYC, Chapel Hill, Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco, and LA, but (why o why, lord?) nowhere within a day's drive of me. Please excuse the following (ladies of delicate constitutions may wish to have the smelling salts onhand if they choose to highlight this): FUCK! FUCKITY FUCK! GODDAMMIT!

Congrats to Joe and the future Mrs. Joe.

Whyyyyy aren't the Go-Betweens coming to D.C. or, for Corwood, Austin? Whine whine whine. (Yes, I know NYC is only five hours drive for me, but ... five hours, dude!)

I just want to point out that the Go-Betweens are playing within walking distance of my apartment.

Now I do my dance!

Can we have no more scary delivery stories until further notice?

Signed

3 days and counting to due date...

Oh my goodness! Mazel tov, Jim!

What the good doctor prescribed, Jim! Here's to a safe and easy delivery, and huge fuckin' congrats, man!

Misha: I notice that some of the hooples on Salon have picked up on that picking in the brine statement, but I'm pretty sure that Al said that during the first episode of this season.

NY-istas, are there good sites for finding out what live music is playing in NYC?

Congrats to Joe, and some easy delivery vibes sent eastward to Jim.

I am having difficulty with the unconventional love song. I immediately thought of Billy Bragg and the Magnetic Fields but that's too easy. So I'm looking farther afield. If I end up loading Billy Bragg or Mag Fields, you know I just got lazy.

Mazel tov, Jim!

Ditto from the other side of Flatbush!

Sorry to say I'm benighted on the Go-Betweens front, & sorrier to learn that they're playing almost literally in my back yard but nowhere near those w/ the large GB love. L J, if you decide to make the drive, or better yet take the Chinatown bus (it's like $15 from DC to NYC, plus you can read or sleep instead of fighting traffic), you have a place to stay. Corwood, my friend, that offer is of course extended to you even though I know you can't take me up on it. If you can swing a cheap flight to Chicago, though, I can guarantee you a place to stay. Probably a ride to/from the airport, too.

have you ever heard the Lambert, Hendricks and Ross song where Jon Hendricks does impressions of famous jazz bass players? I know he does Ray and Mingus, and I can't remember the third.

Nope. Wonder who the third is?

Also, I love the part in "Dearie's Blues" where Blossom sings, "Ray Brown says I was built for speed."

Wonder if he said that Ella was built for comfort. (Do you know Howlin' Wolf's great fat guy songs, "Built for Comfort" and "300 Lbs of Joy"? FAbulous stuff! Hoy! Hoy! I'm the boy! I got 300 pounds of heavenly joy!)

Congratulations are in order, so here's my offering: Congratulations!

I'm a bit U2'd out at the moment ... I'll pause here to let you all recover from the shock ... and am listening to some other stuff and letting it grow on me.

Today's revelations: I really like the CDs by Butterfly Boucher and Jem.