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The book isn't really any less annoying than the title. I can handle that level of self-deprecation-slash-sarcasm online, or at least I expect it, but as a book it got old quickly. Right now I'm sort of finishing the Jonathan Lethem book everyone's talking about -- I had really high hopes for it, but it's, er...sort of bad, and starting Bobbie Ann Mason's new one.

Paul Westerberg and Townes Van Zandt! Wanna be my friend?

The World According to Mimi Smartypants The whole "blog into book" thing fascinates me. Mostly because I have one (blog, that is) and can't ever imagine parlaying it into a book deal.

I'm watching (watched, really) a DVD of a bunch of old Replacements tv appearances (not many) that someone sent me last year. The "shaved eyebrows" interview is classic, and another one with Paul and Tommy in a hotel sometime in the late-eightes -- the look of contempt in Paul's eyes for the rather clueless interviewer is priceless.

hurl spew retch driving the porcelain bus ralph I like hork though.

Jenny Jenny - Little Richard Spoonful - Howlin' Wolf Psycho - Sonics (Best scream in ever in the history of recorded music) The Hunch - Hasil Adkins (I'm not exactly sure when it came out. Recorded in the sixties, or earlier, released when Norton got hold of it.) A Minha Menina - Os Mutantes

Plus Paul's 2004 Pantages show (Minneapolis) where he does a cover of Led Zeppelin's "Rock 'n' Roll." Think of Robert Plant's vocal range, now think of Paul's.

I almost bought the Lethem novel today. Instead I picked up Jon Sellers's Perfect From Now On: How Indie Rock Saved My Life.

She was in last month's Oprah magazine. Sell out? Nah... (Honestly, I love Patti Smith. Saw her at the Pageant in 2004. Best rock 'n' roll I ever saw.)

Bonus: Elliott Smith's fine cover of "Thirteen."

I just started Madison Smartt Bell's Anything Goes. (To lazy to Google a picture.) I had a brief obsession with novels about the "rock 'n' roll" lifestyle last year. (I possibly have archived a bunch of those reviews on my site.) They tend to be fantastic or entirely clich

Yep. Black Crowes due to my not really wanting to be molested by the guy behind me. Guided By Voices before the encore because they (and the crowd) were stinkin' drunk. (Which is, in essence, a typical GBV show.)

Thank you!

Yay! I still have a user name! Edit: I can't upload an avatar for some reason.

Good. I hate cell phones at shows. A few years ago, I saw Jonathan Richman at the Duckroom -- acosutic show, tiny club -- and some bozo insisted on having a full-on conversation with someone throughout most of the show. I so can understand why someone wouldn't want cell phones at his show, especially during quiet numbers. Isn't this kind of a non-issues with Wilco, given they've moved up a notch, venue-wise, in the past couple years. Most theatres frown on cell-phone use during a performance anyway.

Ditto. I don't know how Gordon Lightfoot falls under the "guilty pleasure" banner, either. (From Canada? Unfortunate hairstyle?)

Not a quilty pleasure. Honestly, I never understood "quilty pleasures." Why should you feel quilt over something that gives you pleasure? That being said, I'll contribute -- in fact I made a whole mix of these -- I've been quite smitten with seventies, lite-FM rock lately. Like Gordon Lightfoot, Kris Kristofferson, Eagles, Elton John, even Jimmy Buffet.

In your white lace and your wedding bells You look the picture of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me Out of grey skies to change my misery The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitter

It was okay. I'm glad I didn't buy it though. I thought some of the essays could have been a bit longer, a few of them run only a couple pages. And let's face it, many of them were "before my time" which should have meant nothing, but hey, I'm a child of the eighties and nineties.

Edgeplay: A Film About the Runaways Pretty interesting stuff, though I'm not a huge Runaways fan (they were a bit too metal for my taste, at least in their later years, though I do like Joan Jett, who did not participate in the doc). Lita Ford was as delightfully clueless as ever.

For the longest time, I only owned this record on vinyl. I finally found a used CD copy late last year; I'm pretty sure it's long out-of-print.

A couple of library requests came through today: I'd forgotten how much I love Eugene Meatyard's work... Only picked through this, but I badly want to like it.

I don't know digital cameras from my left foot, but Leica's film cameras are some of the best around.