Sir Stewart

I 2nd this. Read this for a book club a few months ago. Great, interesting read. I'll second Satanic Verses. Thanks folks. I think I'll dive into Verses, since I don't see Midnight's Children around (Moor's Last Sigh, Ground Beneath Her Feet, and a couple of others are here).

I dug it, bobo. I love John Sterling because he's like the embarrassing uncle of all Yankee fans. Suzie though, I can't even pretend to try.

Really, though?

You shittin' me peb? Twenty seconds of hyper-ridonkulousness that gets flattened by Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun?

And speaking of DHs: .913 OPS for Ortiz.

And yet the Red Sox just keep winning.

^That's gotta be Matt Taibbi, right?

Yeah...that was a joke.

Maybe teams are getting it all wrong and thinking the DH position is only there so that player doesn't have to pitch.

I want a bumpersticker that reads "I'd rather be listening to Adore"

Always, as long as we talk around 1986.

I guess it's a purist POV, but I just don't dig having a spot in the lineup for a hitter who doesn't play defense, no matter the justification. I'm not all dig-in-my-heels about it though. As you know, I loves me some Big Papi.

The whole concept of a designated hitter is a load of BS.

Given the harrowing stuff surrounding it on all sides, I praise the Lord above for Rosemary, Lily & the Jack of Hearts every time it rambles up on Blood On The Tracks. It's a welcome oasis, and maybe his best story song.

Last night: The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans - about as nutty as a fruitcake. I liked it.

Can anyone recommend a Salman Rushdie book? The place I'm staying in seems to have just about everything of his.

Pedroia fouls a ball off his foot, fractures it, Red Sox acquire Eric Patterson from the A's. Oy.

AWOL is the victory lap of Paul's Boutique. They win at the end!!!

Dude.

I had me a real good time, for the record. It's just that since the rise of The Fab Faux, my expectations have been altered, fair or not. Meticulous reproduction of the music is more appealing than a Beatlemania-type affair. And Rain says themselves that they consider the Beatles "the Mozarts of rock" so I guess I expected a little less of that (even though Rain sprang from Beatlemania). I guess Beatles tribute shows could be divided into two camps now, with Beatlejuice and The Fab Faux in one and Rain et al in the other. There's room for everyone.

Oh right - and that song playing over the PA as the San Fran dropouts do their thing. And of course: Jimi's Watchtower backing shots of bombs dropping and our boys setting villages aflame. Can't believe they're taking this act to Broadway (especially the opening: a tape of an Ed Sullivan impersonator introducing them).

I've been on a Prince bender since this thread appeared. Thanks Todd.

I don't think much thought went into it - recorded and filmed the days leading up to Live Aid, specifically for that event, I believe.

The upside of that video is it launched the career of the costume designer for The Golden Girls.

How dare you not be an automatic expert on everything. And on the internet, too. Tsk-tsk.