Ein ganz normaler Tag

I haven't been here in awhile. Really, I just wanted to make sure everyone was getting an eyeful of Gnarls Barkley, who now have the greatest name in music, and the greatest promo photos (even giving Man Man a run for their busking-related money):

Cee-Lo Green is soooooo hut right now. You could even call him a sex machine. Apparently, there's more good pics at their myspace (including Wayne's World and Clockwork Orange homages). Of course, I'm not cool enough to have a myspace account, so I'm forbidden from enjoying those pictures.

With that, I'm off to the most wonderful place in the world: Mexico (pronounced Mex-EE-coe). I'm confident that my playlist for the plane ride is the first ever to feature James Taylor, Gomez, Elbow, The Clash, Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, and Madonna (ah, but did he include "Holiday" or "Borderline" you're wondering). I wish I could include Black Flag's "Wasted," but because I'm going with my family, "Nervous Breakdown" is probably more appropriate. Or maybe "Thirsty and Miserable." I hope there's no "Police Story" involved if I hit "The Bars." In the end, I'm sure I'll "Rise Above" and "Annihilate This Week."

Anyway, once I get back, around COB Monday, we can all have a "TV Party." What? No TV Party? As Hammerin' Hank Rollins would say, "Blearrgh."

Massive Digger

I saw a guy in a suit this morning walking through one of those construction fence things that covers up the sidewalk (the kind where you'd have to walk past at least one sign saying "Sidewalk Closed"). To get out of the Chain-Link case of Emotion, you had to walk through a little open chain link door. I noticed that the door was kind of like a doggy door and didn't go all the way to the ground, but instead had a metal bar across the bottom. This man did not. He bit it...hard. I tried not to laugh because I know what happens when guys with ties and breifcases get frustrated.

In sports news, Japan wins "best country in the world." I kind of wish the championship was China v Cuba. How would American announcers have dealt with that? Communists we like v Communists we hate = Ratings Bonanza.

As for music there was some sort of thing in Austin last week. Everyone seems to agree that it 'taint what it used to be. Really though, how many of those people would know, aside from J. Freedom LePew who I assume is 55. I blame technology and people and change and god and the bible. On a side note, did Lemonface play SXSW?

Sure enough a Member's Only jacket was featured last week on the Sopranos, but the guy ended up rattin' to the feds and hanging himself. So I guess that sets the MO movement back a bit.

Mayonegg

I saw a poster on the Metro this morning for a new show on FX called "Thief." Apparently Ann Hog is going to get a chance to hang out with Frank Pembleton, just like that guy who looks like me did. I'll probably never watch that show, but I'm sure with Andre Braugher and FX's rep (The Shield, Rescue Me), the show will be labeled "Intense."

I like Nintendo and Baseball. Why has this not been made into an actual game? The team could play against the nondescript, chubby, white guys from RBI and the Skinny guys from Bases Loaded.

Word is that the first episode of the Sopranos for the new season is called "Members Only." If you don't think there will be at least one jacket featured, then guess again.

Puck It

I heard about the death of Kirby Puckett last night on the radio. They started to interview former teammates and wistfully remember the '87 championship team I started to think about the 1991 World Series Championship Twins and how much I know about them. Now at this point I was 10 and well into my baseball obsession, I could only name 2 players on the Twins right now and assume Tom Kelly still manages them (certainly not true). I do know that the '91 Twins were led by the dead guy mentioned above, Kent "3 consonants in a row" Hrbek, Greg Gagne (not Gahn-yay), rookie sensation Chuck Knoblauch, future Oriole failure Scott Erickson, and the fantastic moustaches of Dan Gladden and Jack Morris. Not to wax poetic about "my day" but that dude pitched an 11 inning shutout in the World Series. That's re-goddamn-diculous. Bob Costas was probably very happy. I didn't really like this team but they did dash the championship hopes of Jeff Blauser and Mark Lemke (who could have been the same guy) and they weren't the f'in Blue Jays.

I also remember that the Metrodome was stupid. They had hockey boards in the outfield. Right field had this huge retarded wall that was covered in blue plastic and they called it the hefty bag.

I hope Bob Mould reacts to this important Twin Cities news.

This is not my first or even my second favorite Kirby Puckett card but I couldn't find the 1993 "Dream Team" one where he had no shirt on (gross) or the all-star, caricature, "hey, kid don'tcha like baseball" card.

The Return of Dulli's Molasses Hot Tub Party

CMJ sez this fat guy has a new albomb coming out. The twilight singers site suggests that there may be a tour starting in May. I'm sure these guys'll be in the hot tub with $240 worth of Butterworth.