the sticking point

For the love of Frank Messer.

0210 Hrs. Cape Cod.

RLYW has a really cool read up today. It's a report card for the Yankees' YES Network announcers. You don't gotta agree - I didn't - but it's a fun piece.

Listening: the sounds of crickets and oscillating fans.

"He asked if we were Nazis, and of course we weren't."

2135 Hrs. Cape Cod.

By chance, I Googled upon a cool interview with Donny Cowan, formerly of Kraut. Kraut's first-ever live show was opening for the Clash at Bonds in 1981. How does something like THAT happen? Read here.

Play, record, and paws. I'm diggin' The Puppies (lead vocalist Heidi May). Check them out.

Listening: Jonesy's Jukebox (Steve Jones) on www.indie1031.fm

Your old lady left you and you went insane / You blew yourself up on the back of the 6 train.

1601 Hrs. Times Square.

It's a sad day. Diablo Cody has announced the retirement of her Pussy Ranch blog.

Is that all there is to a fire?

Baby come back / Any kind of fool could see / There was something in
everything about you.

Diablo is a talented young writer. Reading her work, you sense that she starts with a good idea…and then it actually comes out that way on the page. As if the words would just lay down and do her bidding. Here's a sample of her dexterity, an entry from (roughly) one year ago:

When Madonna went in for that calculated lesbian-chic kiss with Brit on MTV last night, I was shocked to see that Britney's tongue is indeed normal, and not grotesque like the lizard baby's tongue in "V."

Seeing Britney and Christina rolling around in their wedding dresses reminded me how much I miss Madonna's early era, when she was still Detroit trash and could make tumbling around in bridal finery look incredibly naughty. It's just not the same when the "brides" are two home-schooled Mickey Mouse bints from Orlando who can't piss without the aid of a choreographer.

I did like watching Avril "Plague of Locusts" Lavigne and Kelly "Failed Record" Osbourne pout at Britney and Christina's antics, though. As much as those two annoy me, I must admit that they remind me of my sour, dejected high school self.

Listening: Sleater-Kinney - "Sympathy" ... The Minutemen - "The Product"

What a Pisser!

1400 Hrs. Times Square.

The Dave Matthews Band couldn't hold it in. So they -- allegedly -- dumped 800 pounds of pee pee onto tourists. That's eight zero zero. Eight hundred. Yep.

Listening: Minutemen - "Corona"

The Unheard Music

1215 Hrs. Times Square.

CNN reports on new X comp.

Little Douche Coupe

1752 Hrs. Times Square.

Brian Wilson's appearance on Larry King aired on Friday night. Now, I don't expect old Lar' to know anything about his guest ("Did you write your own songs?") or even his guests' context in history ("Were [the Beach Boys] superstars?"). But AT LEAST he should recognize when a follow-up question needs to be asked.

Brian was talking about the day his father came home from Mexico and discovered that the boys had spent the $200 he'd left them on instruments instead of food. Larry asked if Papa Wilson was angry, and Brian said, "No, because we played him what we wrote and he started smiling. He goes: 'That's great. That's a great song.' I thought he was going to go: 'Get in the bathroom you're going to get beat with a belt,' you know, like he usually does."

Whoa.

Larry's follow-up: "How did you deal with your early fame?"

Listening: Meat Puppets - Up On The Sun.