Music on my mind

Lucinda Williams' Car Wheels on a Gravel Road is a must have. The snippets of other things of hers I've heard haven't drawn me in as much. I may take a plunge and buy some stuff.

Si*Se came to me out of the blue from someone at work who saw my playlists and thought I'd like. I like. Only one album so far, that I know of. You can get a sample here.

My Heros Have Always Been Cowboys

Scripting News: 3/19/2005: "Without heroes, is there any point to Major League Baseball? After all it's just a sport. In some sense we measure ourselves against our past selves through men like Babe Ruth, Roger Maris, Hank Aaron, and the current crop of pretenders, McGwire, Sosa and Bonds. If we apply the test, even though Ruth was surely flawed, and Maris tragic, we lose."

I've never really had the sports Jones. As a kid I sort of followed the Detroit Tigers, but Al Kaline was the last player I really followed. Ok, maybe Denny McClain.

The Sacramento Kings were a client and I once stood this close to Chris Webber. Since I wasn't an idiot about it I was able to do the work and not drool. And you won't find a more cynical group of people than professional sports staff when it comes to the athletes.

And it's not that I'm immune to fan-dom. I yelled at Henry Winkler across an airport lobby once. I was young. I confess. I repent.

But professional sports are so far from their origins that I can't imagine holding any of the current crop of drug addled "atheletes" in any kind of high regard. And, the 'amatuers" don't do much for me either.

The cure for steroid use among young ath-e-letes is to teach them to chose more appropriate heros.

More Resting in Peace.

Dr. Roger Peatee died this week. He is the man who delivered me and served as the family physician until we moved to California, when I was 17.
I don't remember exactly when, but for three years in a row, around my birthday, I got a shot for a case of tonsillitis. I hated the shots. I'd tear up the waiting room, in tears (no pride) to avoid them, to no avail.
The last time I got the shot I was talking to my dad and asked him when the shot was going to happen. Peatee said "it just did'. I'd received the shot while I was talking to dad and hadn't noticed. That was really a life changing experience. It's all in our head. Say that again. It's all in our head.

From Dad - Old Time Radio Shows

From Dad:

RadioLovers.com: "We offer hundreds of vintage radio shows for you to listen to online in mp3 format, all for free. Before the days of video games, shopping malls, MTV, and the Internet, families used to sit in their living room each night to listen to radio shows such as Abbott and Costello, Superman, Groucho Marx, The Avenger, Gunsmoke, Sherlock Homes, and many others. When TV become popular in the 1950's, most of these shows went off the air, but they now live on at websites such as this one and on weekly nostalgia radio broadcasts worldwide."

And to save you some time, here's the show with Who's On First.

Beware the Ides of March

It was 30 years ago today that I played at the Coffee House at the University Union. Thank goodness I realized early on that I can't sing, or I think I'd still be trying to have a go at it.

I remember playing Paul Simon's Duncan and Dylan's It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry. There must have been more. :-)

More from Lilah

Fucker: "Grover Norquist was on Fresh Air with Terri Gross October 2003. Ooooold news, I know, but I can't believe I missed this. He -brace yourselves- compared the Estate Tax to the holocaust. Yes, you read that right. I'm there with you Grover! Whenever I hear about grossly wealthy people being asked to contribute to the welfare of the country, or help rebuild Iraq and Afghanistan, I think, 'Damn, this is just like when the Nazis systematically murdered 6,000,000 to 10,000,000 Jews!' Fucker."

She gets that from me too. :-)

Crack me Up

Lilah's away message:
Lord John Marbury: Abigail.
President Bartlet: Now it's a party.
Abbie Bartlet: Oh. Yes, your lordship.
Lord John Marbury: Your breasts are magnificent.
Abbie Bartlet: Oh. Um... thank you, John.
Lord John Marbury: May I inquire, Mr. President - the first thing that attracted you to Abigail - was it her magnificent breasts?
Abbie Bartlet: It was.
President Bartlet: You know John, there are places in the world where it might be considered rude to talk about the physical attributes of another man's wife.
Lord John Marbury: My god. Really?