Speaking of fucked-up love songs, how was the Richard Thompson show, Joe? My friend Jesse (not the Buffista one) raved over it and made me even sorrier I couldn't go.
And on the same tip, John Darnielle is playing two rooftop solo shows in Brooklyn this weekend! I know where I'm spending my 4th! [link]
I was reminded of this line from a live Mountain Goats show, available with their blessings from etree.org, with Darnielle discussing the then-forthcoming We Shall All Be Healed: "The next album features absolutely *no* wounded-party love songs. Because - [audience protests] - no, no, no, because when you're in love with peanut-butter crank, you don't *get* wounded.... Everybody wins with methamphetamines!"
Terrible lies, of course, because "Your Belgian Things" is possibly the saddest song he's ever written, and one of the few that can reliably make me cry. (To bring us back to the start here, I'll note that Mary Lou Lord's cover of "1952 Vincent Black Lightning" is the only other one that comes to mind -- RT's original, somehow, does not make that particular cut.)
If Whitney is a crackhead, that's her own fault, not anyone else's. Even Bobby Brown, who is I admit a tempting target for blame.
Anyway, didn't she say crack was too ghetto of a drug for her to use?
People saying my name over and over!
Whitney is nuts. And also a crackhead. As is Bobby.
Anyway, didn't she say crack was too ghetto of a drug for her to use?
Yes. Crack is wack. She makes too much money to ever smoke crack!!
Jesse! I am wearing a Jill Anderson dress today, and it has gingham, so it's like a twofer.
One of my favorite tv moments ever -- and I was lucky enough to catch it as I was flipping channels -- Whitney to Diane Sawyer: "First of all, let's get one thing straight. Crack is cheap. I make too much for me to ever smoke crack. Let's get that straight, okay? We don't do crack. We don't do that. Crack is whack."
I'm sure the RT show was great, but I didn't go. Too many errands to run, including picking up the Bogie-inspired white dinner jacket. The first time I heard "1952 Vincent Black Lightning" was at a show in New Orleans (Tipitina's) about a year before it came out. He also performed it at a show at Haverford or Bryn Mawr which I attended with my then-girlfriend: "Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme" indeed. Don't remember her wearing any leather, but half her wardrobe was black and she certainly was a redhead. Wish I could say good times, good times, but concert notwithstanding (George put the show together so I got to go backstage & meet RT) they really, really weren't.
Anyway, didn't she say crack was too ghetto of a drug for her to use?
You're right. I'm sure she's just doing a shit load of coke and Vicodin.
Jeez, will you look at this:
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Maybe if we all clubbed together...
Now being "advertised" on XM --
Popeye Meets the Beach Boys. And if you order now, you can get the companion albums, Bluto Meets Bowie and The 3 Stooges Meet the Beatles.
Popeye actually doesn't do a bad job on "Don't Worry Baby."
