Thursday, February 27, 2003

It's a not so wonderful day in the neighborhood...
Just wanted to mention the passing of Fred Rogers, aka Mr. Rogers. In a world full of cretins, liars, creeps, sadists, and just plain vanilla jerks, Fred Rogers was a true rarity; a genuinely nice person. He died early this morning of stomach cancer.

So long, Fred.

Minor update: I thought I was being terribly clever with that headline, but it seems that every website in the universe is plying it, or a variation thereof. Oh, well...I'll let it stand.

posted by Musashi | 11:31 AM --> link

Monday, February 24, 2003

Ode to Joe
God knows, the last thing I wanted to do last night was watch the Grammys. I had never even heard of this Norah Jones character before a dozen-or-so grammys landed in her lap, and the people I had heard of (Nelly, Eminem, the Dixie Chicks) would be much better off with their heads set on fire and mounted on poles in my front lawn. That said, I was very happy to have seen the tribute to the late Joe Strummer and the Clash. I had been complaining about how limp the contemporary music scene is (particularly the lame waif-punk of Avril Lavigne), but Bruce Springsteen and company blew me away with their firey rendition of The Clash's London Calling. Given the current world situation, the song seemed particularly pertinent.

London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and take another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, swee we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?

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