For the last ten minutes or so I've been listening to Eddie Henderson's track We End In A Dream as linked to hypem.com (thanks to V. Bley for turning me on to this site). There were a few moments when I sensed something was fishy, but dismissed the fleeting cacophony to either A: The extra serving of mashed potatoes from Crown Fried Chicken or B: Eddie Henderson being one deep, deep MoFo. Seems I had gotten lost whilst trying to set up a google AdSense account for this little enterprise and along the way stumbled onto the Clumsy and Shy blog (clumsynshy.blogspot.com) where the original E. Henderson post was and it started playing the same track about 10 seconds later. Turns out Mr. Henderson is deep, but not that deep.
And it turns out that this experience is not nearly as interesting to write about as it was to, well... experience. Kind of like Zaireeka (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zaireeka) was a much more interesting Flaming Lips album to think about than it was to actually listen to. So, I'm sorry if read that and you thought it was boring.
If you want to read something interesting, you might consider...
However, if you're into the whole boring thing, you could check this out...
Anyway, while we're on the topic of experimental entertainment, the History Channel debuted a fine bit of programming to it's Monday night prime time schedule last week and they've chosen to use a bit of muzak from the best looking and 432nd hardest working band no longer in show business to help outline and no doubt accentuate the edginess of the show itself and more importantly it's rough and tumble hosts. That's right kids, American Pickers (Monday Nights at 9/8c) has licensed the Rich Girls classic "Latchkey Kids" as part of the opening montage for the show.
The History Channel: Tune in for the classic rock. Stay for the cutting edge programming.
And if you too feel like giving up your hard earned cash to a group of washed-up-almost-beens, you can click this link and buy your little heart out while you read our two conflicting reviews:
Before I get to some other news, you should listen to this dude Antoine I came across today. While you're listening you can pretend you're me and wonder about how long it's gonna take for google to review my AdSense application so I can start making some cash for all my trouble...
And now for the other news. As some of you know, I am not only an avid Lakers fan but I am also taller than Derek Fisher. So it warms my little heart to inform you that after what some feared to be an midwest cum east coast vs. west coast war inducing jest-fest between Mr. POTUS (AKA, the Great Appeaser) and the the NBA's all-time leader in assists per game, with a career average of 11.2, all is apparently well and forgiveness bestowed. Magic and Obama are gonna ball just as soon as you can say Spring Showers Bring May Flowers. Said Mr. Johnson, "...once the weather breaks, we'll be out there." Read more and click through to the original article at the webs number one source for hard news...
Lastly, if you're like me, you believe time is money. And nothing spells "waste of money" like spending valuable time away from the corner of 34th St and 9th Ave for an afternoon of cleaning your bathroom. Fortunately, if you're like me, we're both in luck. If you're not like me, then you should stop reading and go see what Casey Shea is up to over at: http://caseysheamusic.com/blog/. Maybe he's posted a new video of his wife shopping. But I doubt it. Anyway, like I was saying... If you're like me, then we're both in luck. Just this week Emile Mosseri has traded in his 1973 P-Bass, and his role as founding member of future indy-rock-has-beens The Dig, to found his very own Emile's A-Maid-Zing Cleaning Services. Bearing the slogan "No Stain Too Hoggin' ... No Drain Too Cloggin'...", Emile is sure to find his fortune and seems on strong footing from the start. Here's a glimpse at the aftermath of his stain attacking skills...
... You should see the bathtub.
M
P.S. I'll be singing a different song than I thought at the Lucinda Williams Tribute on Thursday.
P.P.S. It's at Banjo Jim's here in NYC.
P.P.P.S. That's on Ave C and 9th St
P.P.P.P.S. I'll probably go on around 11pm.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. There will be other people singing starting around 8pm.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Not that you'd want to listen to anyone else.
1. I read those two reviews on iTunes. I can't tell which one I agree with more. It's tearing me apart.
ReplyDelete2. What exactly is going on in that picture? Is that blood? If so, what does a bleeding foot have to do with the method you used to clean the tub? Your reading public demands an explanation.