If you answered yes, click here. I want to buy this place and throw parties where The Wife and I play nothing but this song over and over again. I’ll be wearing a yellow, v-neck cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up. You’ll find it at the Macy’s Men’s Store in the Liz Claiborne collection. It’s called “The Al Jarreau.” She’ll be wearing a vintage DVF number with no bra. Yeah. It will be that kind of night.
I’m pretty sure a porn star was murdered in this house. It just has that vibe. Also…
Dear Internet,
It’s 2009. Why the fuck are you still resizing my browser?
A brief word of explanation. During a repeat viewing of Gladiator, my wife and I noticed Joaquin Phoenix’s incredibly high “creep factor.” In the real world, this inherent skeevyness is almost always a liability. As an actor, it can open the door to a host of juicy roles. (This is, of course, not a testament to an actor’s true character. In interviews, Willem Dafoe comes across as affable and charming. On screen…creepy.) In a nod to the lingo of the movie, we christened Phoenix as Creepius Maximus. So that explains the title of this blog entry. What follows below, I have no explanation for other than to fall back on my old standby: Rock star trumps everything.
God knows I’ve had this argument on many occasions.
Donald Fagen Defends Steely Dan To Friends
NEW YORK—While having drinks with friends at a local bar Monday, Donald Fagen, 60, a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee and cofounder of the multiplatinum-selling American rock band Steely Dan, was once again forced to defend his appreciation for the multiplatinum-selling American rock band Steely Dan.
“Look, I understand. It’s an acquired taste,” Fagen said after putting his group’s 1978 hit “Deacon Blues” on the bar’s jukebox. “I wasn’t that into it at first, either. But when you really listen to the unbelievable production values and the wry, perfectly crafted lyrics—it’s just great art, okay? You should definitely give ‘the Dan’ a shot.”
I had the pleasure of being the first return guest in the esteemed history of the podcast Jordan, Jesse, Go! If you like old timey baseball lingo, Nebraska, and Queen Latifah, then this is the show for you. Give it a listen right over here. Who you calling a bitch?
My man Julian over at playjazzloud just threw down the motherfucking gauntlet. Not only did he answer my cocktail party conversation starter, he went the extra mile and put it out there for all to hear. His post, Twelve 12s, attempts to create a list of ten songs that define him as a person and fails incredibly. I say fail only because he goes two songs over my ridiculously restrictive limit, but who’s going to complain about The Brand New Heavies and The Beatles? I’ve listened to it twice, and it’s a hell of a mix. It’s also a testament to the global power of music. The 12 songs that this British/Chinese bloke selected includes a track from my favorite Miles Davis album, a De La Soul feel-good anthem, and my second favorite Fela Kuti song. Go check it out.
Watching the women’s 20K race walking during the Olympics reminded me of Franklyn’s bit about "taking last at the Olympics." Thank the flying spaghetti monster for YouTube.
Friend and fellow comic Jasper Redd has thrown his hat into the mixtape ring. A while back, he beamed this one into my inbox. You can download or stream Welcome to Mercury: The Prequelhere. I’ve been the recipient of Reddbone’s musical generosity on many occasions. I can promise that you will not be disappointed.
