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Early Roman Kings

In his triumvirate/kinda top-three Well there’s Bob and there’s Neil and there’s me –Loudon Wainwright III “My Biggest Fan” Shot. Wrecked. Like oil sizzling in a pan. Bob Dylan’s voice has drawn unflattering description in recent years but it’s not like they were ever comparing him to Johnny Mathis anyway. Last week was the second time […]

Suttree

I just finished reading Cormack McCarthy’s Suttree, a novel he wrote over a span of thirty years and that is so rich in vocabulary and description it occasionally makes the reader want to shower. It’s been compared to Joyce’s Ulysses, a book I’ve personally avoided because my friend Paul, who makes a point to finish every book […]

Three MC’s & One Hurricane

Hives are gone, lost my bees Chickens are sleepin’ in the willow trees – J Cash Odd few days here in NYC, and this may be the greatest understatement since Noah told the Mrs “looks like rain..” It began last Friday with an epic three-state Skype session with my pals Miller and Myers, segued in […]

Let It Rain

When you ain’t got nothin, you got nothin’ to lose – Dylan The San Francisco Giants are going to the World Series for the second time in three seasons and I’m reminded of a lunch my father had a long time ago with his banker Chad Ertola and a story Mel Brooks told on The […]

Semi Masterful

I saw Paul Thomas Anderson’s film “The Master” over the weekend and am still working it out. That it merits this consideration is no small victory. I went in under nearly ideal circumstances having forgotten whatever hype I’d read or who the actors were. When Philip Seymour Hoffman appeared about a third in it was […]

Yay Our Side

work on harmony and diction, play your banjo well and if you have political conviction, keep ’em to yourself  – J Cash I hate this time of year, every four years. It’s worse in the wake of ‘social networking,’ which becomes a euphemism for mass polarization. People who would normally reserve opinion on subjects as benign […]

Pedro & Puck, Dusty, Billy, & Frank

What’s the deal with San Francisco? Such an undeniably beautiful place yet it can get on top of you in a big hurry. Perhaps as Spinal Tap’s David St Hubbins remarked about the “authorities’” take on the mysterious death of his group’s drummer, it’s one of those things ‘best left unsolved.’ The place is an enigma […]

With Autumn Closing In

–Seger Been slogging through another New York City summer. I realized I was in the middle of it yesterday when I started out for a run and passed two guys working construction on my Brooklyn street. “They got restaurants on Court?” asked the one. “Yeah they do,” the other answered. “But more on Smith – […]

Don’t Think, Do.

I was thinking about Tim Lincecum recently, the Giants’ two time Cy Young winner, all-star, and World Series champion. He’s been struggling in spectacular fashion for the first half of this season and has the worst earned run average in baseball. He’s getting his first start of the second half tonight, and depending on how […]

Kindling Ebert

I’ve been reading Roger Ebert’s memoir “Life Itself“ on my Kindle. The Kindle is a device I was slow to embrace. I purchased it for the same reason I buy most electronic crap: it looked cool and those using it on the subway appeared to have their act together. It hasn’t helped me get my […]