Okay, Thanks For Clearing That Up

Me?

Who Remembers?

Ah, the series that reminded us that most truck drivers are sexy, scantily-clad women and that anyone in America can own a chimpanzee. What a wonderful role those old '70s shows filled, showing us what the world was really like. No wonder we're all so well-adjusted. Or is that the result of our perfect fathers?

Joe Posts A Secret

How Much Would YOU Pay?

In Rainbows is out today. 5 pounds (about 10 dollars) seems right to me, but Radiohead has also given us the option of paying nothing. This fascinates the hell out of me. How many people, given the choice (and with no penalty!), will just take the music?

I know you guys aren't huge Radiohead fans, but what do you think is a fair price for new music from one of the biggest bands in the world?

Confession Friday

I LOVE "How Deep Is Your Love."

Who's next? Joe, this is your opportunity to come out of the closet. (I think I just did.)

The Only Band That Matters With Tom Snyder

I never saw this before, but it reinforces my belief that Joe was the cool one and Mick tried too hard. And they have good chemistry with Tom.

Trebek Rises Even Higher in my Estimation

Check out this awesome video of vintage Trebek acting exactly like any of us would if we hosted a syndicated game show. Actually, Trebek is much, much classier than I would be if I hosted a syndicated game show. NSFW.

Big Thought Malaise

Nothing makes us faded rock guys think the Big Thoughts like giving interviews.

Okay, I'm only half-kidding.

Kram and I sat down with Chris Davis (The Memphis Flyer) yesterday, and I must say, I sounded like a fucking moron. It's one of my insecurities, but I HATE talking about myself under any circumstances. I especially hate talking about myself to a local paper. Does anyone honestly care? Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, my brain was screaming, "No, you idiot! You're removing all doubt!"

It beggars (buggers?) belief that anyone still gives a shit about this train wreck of a band, and it's a tad humiliating as I draw a bead on 40 that my one great achievement (besides producing my children) was getting drunk and jumping around a filthy stage like an epileptic monkey. Interviews just bring that into focus, especially as that's all we end up talking about.

I'm having a great time catching up with Kram - now that he's Kram again - and relearning the songs has been a fun challenge, but this experience is reminding me of why I quit in the first place. Now I just want to hang around the house and play with my kids. What emotional deficiency made me feel the need to perform in front of others in the first place? It wasn't all about showing off for girls, was it?

Thought for the Day, provided by Mr. Keith Richards

"The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared...It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."

--Keith Richards, quoted in Brit music mag NME.

And Now ... Your Most Embarrassing Five

Time for a little soul searching, ladies. Name the five most embarrassing bands (specifying album) that you would hesitate to admit to other music snobs that you actively listen or listened to. Anything from birth to present. And leave the Subteens off. That's a given.

Here's mine (gulp):

1) The Bee Gees - Their Greatest Hits

2) Motley Crue - Shout At The Devil

3) The Outfield - Play Deep

4) KISS - Destroyer, Rock And Roll Over, Love Gun

5) Green Day - Dookie

You guys still like me, right? Heh heh. Right?

Jokes Over ... I'm Getting A Headache

I was planning on keeping the pink for the rest of the day, but it's giving me a headache.

Anyway, April Fools.

Bastardos take on the Big Questions

Tonight presented me with a moral dilemma. Put yourself in my shoes and make a choice: You’re standing in line at Target, just before closing. It’s that magical time of the night when no retail employee could possibly give a flying flip about anything. As the woman standing in front of you is checking out, you notice that her child is positioned in her basket so that the clerk cannot see a small stack of items in the corner. (At the top of the stack is some kind of electronic Elmo toy, by the way.) She’s settling up with the clerk and now strolling towards the door, the unpaid-for items in the basket.

What Would Los Bastardos Do?
a)Be a corporate tattle-tale and hope they don't take the young mother to jail and child to foster care?
b)Be a moral coward and do nothing whatsoever, allowing shoplifting to raise prices for the honest?
c)Utilize her clever method in the future for your own small but pricey purchases?

Give me your answer and I’ll tell what I did (or did not) do. Oh, and you have no more than 1 minute to decide.

This Is Refreshing

I was surprised to stumble onto this article at Wikipedia: Why Wikipedia is not so great.

Here are some of my faves ...

1) The self-esteem of a bad writer with a fragile ego may be damaged by people always correcting horrible prose, redundancies, bad grammar and spelling. Especially if they do more than just correct, and lecture the poor person.

2) Articles tend to be whatever-centric. People point out whatever is exceptional about their home province, tiny town or bizarre hobby, without noting frankly that their home province is completely unremarkable, their tiny town is not really all that special or that their bizarre hobby is, in fact, bizarre. In other words, articles tend to a sympathetic point of view on all obscure topics or places.

3) The writing quality of some articles is terrible.