And nothing original today: just potshots, props, and one enormous tip of the 40.
My man Lileks--linked right--can roll out some primo wordplay. But the field of politics is his tarbaby. (Sweet Brer Rabbit picture!) He gets one swing off and then he's splat in it.
Today: he starts out with a coherent attack on actor Patrick Stewart, who on the basis of one interview, is branded some kinda commucialist snackbag. Yeah, he puts about three hundred words in Stewart's mouth, but at least those words are of a trajectory in some way related to Stewart's words.
Then the subject moves to John Kerry. Lileks gets a good dig in about Kerry's public persona, but then he starts hyperventilating about the 60s, and within seconds he's on conservascreech autopilot. Shoulda left that one on Microsoft Word and looked at it again in the morning.
Prop: Chris Rock, for being the Greek god of stand-up. There's a profile of him on his new tour, delightfully overwritten in standard New York Observer style. (Again, link right. Explore, people. Go read Gyves!). Plenty of his routine gets transcribed into the story. Excellent lunchtime reading.
40 tipped, emptied, smashed, and then crying ensues: It sounds like the Mighty Mighty Bosstones are done. They were the best live. Of anyone. Ever.
Lead vocalist Dicky Barrett, currently making easy piles of cash on Jimmy Kimmel's show, says he's got a solo-ish project in the works. In Dicky's words:
"More somber, darker. Weird record. Like Leonard Cohen and Tom Waits, that's where I'm setting the bar at."
He's dropping the right names, and he's got the pipes. There will be Bosstones freakazoids waiting to see if he can pull it off. Luck to him.
