I feel like I either ate some bagged spinach this morning or have fallen into a bulemic coma, so I got nuthin' good for youse.
I'm sitting here wondering why my favorite teams and fantasy squads seem to lose much more than they win these days, and how ridiculous it is that there's no hardcore porn for HDTV yet. I'm questioning why I say "long story short" every four sentences, which ultimately only makes the thought that much longer, and whether I'm getting enough Riboflavin and Niacin in my diet. More Yoo-hoo? Yes'm.
I kinda want to know if the Pope's inflammatory comments about Islam lifts the heat off the Jews for a little while, or whether the Muslims burning Papal effigies this weekend have more simultaneous hatred than I ever imagined. Similarly, what's the deal with Big Gulps? I mean, can anyone possibly drink this much Mountain Dew? And have you seen Eli Manning's baseball and/or weiner?
At what point in my life can I retire, and is it in the next few weeks or months? What if I just hang out with Keith Jackson all day and take notes for him? What's that? "Whoa Nelly," you say! Who was made out of "old leather and hamstrings?" Duane Jarrett? Okay, I've got it down. I bet Keith smells like liniment oil, breast milk and turkey chili. But it'd be a good job, I suspect. We can even prank call Enberg. Oh my!
Ah fuck it, I'm just hitting "publish." I'm tired of this feckin' blog.
Slack Link of the Day: Those wacky guys over Deadspin found some Internets gold yesterday...a JibJab-esque video of Ricky Williams, Michael Irvin and Koren Robinson singing a catchy little ditty at a bar in rehab (direct link).
Slack Incorrect Link of the Day: So the Drudge Report finally picked up on the "Roger Waters is being mean to our president" story, a bit less than a week after I thought he would (Matt must be slipping with Republicans at the helm for so long).
He's got two e-mails from dear readers that take note of Waters' anti-Bush rhetoric, and he's even posted a picture of the pig that's tagged with the slogan "Vote Democrat." The only catch is that the pig's messages are old, and November 2nd -- the date on it -- is 2004's Election Day. You'd think a website that always does its level best to catch other people making mistakes would actually, ya know, catch something like that, no? Either way, click here if you missed my thoughts on this most excellent show.
Slack Video and Song of the Day: Ladies and gentleman, Widespread Panic is back.
That's right, the band that makes every Southern collegian gesticulate wildly while double fistin' col' beers next to a blonde girl in a sun dress has finally found its missing lead guitarist since Mikey Houser died.
I had no doubt the addition of former Aquarium Rescue Unit and Dead guitarist Jimmy Herring would be net positive for this core group in the midst of a four-year transition. But I never imagined how quickly Jimmy would mesh right into the fold. He's truly the perfect fit, a guy who respects the existing sound of the band but brings his own style to the proceedings. And if they sound like this after just three shows, I can't wait to hear them again in a year.
Panic is a real fun band to see live, but now for the first time in what for me was a long time, they're also pushing musical boundaries and creating some of the cooler shit out there. Plus, you can spend half the show wondering whether that's really Dave Schools on the bass or Horatio Sanz in an Enrico Palazzo Situation. Throw in some great seats, some good friends, a little vitamin e, a six-person Drums and access to a strange suite on Radio City's fifth floor and you've got yourself one solid evening. Widespread Panic 3.0, dig it.
So here's a video of Chilly Water from the show we saw on Saturday. And for the audio sodomy portion of the post, here's a link to Saturday's show (already). Also, from 12/30/99 in Atlanta, here's Christmas Katie, Arleen, Space Wrangler and Pusherman.
More WSP @ RCMH Pics: Some say it's Warren Haynes, but I think Jimmy Herring is the hardest working man in show business -- just look at this pic of Herring working security outside Radio City; here's a shot of the full band from our seats; Jimmy, John Keane & John Bell huddling up; Dave Schools rockin' out so hard I couldn't hold the camera still; RCMH's Roxy Suite; and free drinks in the Roxy Suite.