Sunday, November 06, 2005
Soy un Perdedor
Well, well, well...an old friend and longtime TLBR reader pointed out that the site's updates are few and far between.
But luckily, all that can change as I now have internet access in the dee-luxe apartment.
So blogging things like the Ben Folds/Ray Lamontagne Austin City Limits is possible, like say, right now. And considering that Ben and Ray were the last two concerts I've attended, it's pretty sweet that they're on the same show now.
All things told, Ben Folds might be the best singer-songwriter out there right now - apologies to Sufjan Stevens, I just haven't heard enough of him. And apologies to David Gray, as well. (no apologies to Bright Eyes, because he's tremendously overrated and sucks).
And if Ben is not the best, well, then Ray is. Both shows were amazingly good, now that I can relax for a few minutes and think about it. But different.
Ben Folds' shows are always fun, his songs are fun, his audiences are fun, well, you get the point here, right? Ray's show was not fun. It was dark and emotional, like his lyrics. Like my (aforementioned) man says, "they break a lot of hearts with those songs."
If there's a spectrum, Ben and Ray are on the absolute polar opposite sides. But for crying out loud, the music is what matters. And the feelings, memories, introspection, that happens when I hear "The Luckiest" or "Still Fighting It" or "Burn" or "Hold You in My Arms," man, you can't even describe it.
The pulling, snapping, strumming and tugging of the emotional heart strings is without measure. -----
Got two books in this week - "The Education of a Coach" by David Halberstam and "Winning Secrets of the New England Patriots" by James Lavin. When the LSAT prep stops on Dec. 5, I'll dive into them.
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Holy schniekies, Ray's singing "Trouble" with a strings section and I'm floored. I mean, without words. He's pouring even ounce of what he's got into this song. Maybe with some luck, I'll get spammed by a guy who has an Austin City Limits blog and can get me this show on DVD.
Austin City Limits is also the best music show on TV. It always has great bands, always with an acoustic element, and folks always bring their A game to the show. I've discovered alot of music and bands on this show that have meant alot to me over the years. Once again, this show doesn't disappoint.
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Cool, good idea. And then, can you go to presidency class? Or maybe back to the 10th grade?
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Here's a new blog I found. (one that I didn't get some stupid spam message about, but anyways...) It's funny.
Ok, it's not funny. But it is funny.
But, um, ok, I am heartless.
But you know you're going to keep checking it.
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I'm sick of Terrell Owens.
But the thing that pisses me off most about him, and all the crap that he and his agent espouses, is that I'm not 100% convinced that ESPN is a willing co-conspirator.
Everytime T.O. chews gum, SportsCenter has the flavor. Stephen A. Smith reports how big the bubble is. Dan LeBatard is there to put out a cupped hand for T.O. to spit the gum out of his mouth, so that he has more room to put his foot into it. And Drew Rosenhaus is there, on his BlackBerry, calling every prominent free agent, telling them to turn on the TV so they can see how much pub he can get them (read: 4%).
Right now on ESPN.com, there's a big photo of T.O. and the caption "The Eagles Will Have to Survive without T.O. tonight." Survive?
Where is the game, Somalia? Baghdad? Bed-Stuy? Puhleeze.
It stinks. And I fear it's another episode of the news media blurring the lines.
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It's getting cold.
Well, actually, it's only getting colder. But you can feel it and complain about it more.
Which means only one thing: college hoops season is here.
Thank god. And without crossing any professional lines, there will be a lot of hoops talk on TLBR in the next few days, weeks, and months.
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Tonight? Best. Family Guy. ever.
The opening with bin Laden...Police Squad..."I like eating red carpet!" ... Sixteen Candles...Cobra Commander...Apache Chief (that was the highlight of my day, I think I'll go gamble.)...Chris doing the Jackie Mason impression...The Side Boob Hour...You'll never win by messing with the freaking FCC...
Boy, the only thing that would be better would be two new episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm and Extras. Wait, there are?
Woo hoo! Things are good!
Peace one.
But luckily, all that can change as I now have internet access in the dee-luxe apartment.
So blogging things like the Ben Folds/Ray Lamontagne Austin City Limits is possible, like say, right now. And considering that Ben and Ray were the last two concerts I've attended, it's pretty sweet that they're on the same show now.
All things told, Ben Folds might be the best singer-songwriter out there right now - apologies to Sufjan Stevens, I just haven't heard enough of him. And apologies to David Gray, as well. (no apologies to Bright Eyes, because he's tremendously overrated and sucks).
And if Ben is not the best, well, then Ray is. Both shows were amazingly good, now that I can relax for a few minutes and think about it. But different.
Ben Folds' shows are always fun, his songs are fun, his audiences are fun, well, you get the point here, right? Ray's show was not fun. It was dark and emotional, like his lyrics. Like my (aforementioned) man says, "they break a lot of hearts with those songs."
If there's a spectrum, Ben and Ray are on the absolute polar opposite sides. But for crying out loud, the music is what matters. And the feelings, memories, introspection, that happens when I hear "The Luckiest" or "Still Fighting It" or "Burn" or "Hold You in My Arms," man, you can't even describe it.
The pulling, snapping, strumming and tugging of the emotional heart strings is without measure. -----
Got two books in this week - "The Education of a Coach" by David Halberstam and "Winning Secrets of the New England Patriots" by James Lavin. When the LSAT prep stops on Dec. 5, I'll dive into them.
-----
Holy schniekies, Ray's singing "Trouble" with a strings section and I'm floored. I mean, without words. He's pouring even ounce of what he's got into this song. Maybe with some luck, I'll get spammed by a guy who has an Austin City Limits blog and can get me this show on DVD.
Austin City Limits is also the best music show on TV. It always has great bands, always with an acoustic element, and folks always bring their A game to the show. I've discovered alot of music and bands on this show that have meant alot to me over the years. Once again, this show doesn't disappoint.
-----
Cool, good idea. And then, can you go to presidency class? Or maybe back to the 10th grade?
-----
Here's a new blog I found. (one that I didn't get some stupid spam message about, but anyways...) It's funny.
Ok, it's not funny. But it is funny.
But, um, ok, I am heartless.
But you know you're going to keep checking it.
-----
I'm sick of Terrell Owens.
But the thing that pisses me off most about him, and all the crap that he and his agent espouses, is that I'm not 100% convinced that ESPN is a willing co-conspirator.
Everytime T.O. chews gum, SportsCenter has the flavor. Stephen A. Smith reports how big the bubble is. Dan LeBatard is there to put out a cupped hand for T.O. to spit the gum out of his mouth, so that he has more room to put his foot into it. And Drew Rosenhaus is there, on his BlackBerry, calling every prominent free agent, telling them to turn on the TV so they can see how much pub he can get them (read: 4%).
Right now on ESPN.com, there's a big photo of T.O. and the caption "The Eagles Will Have to Survive without T.O. tonight." Survive?
Where is the game, Somalia? Baghdad? Bed-Stuy? Puhleeze.
It stinks. And I fear it's another episode of the news media blurring the lines.
-----
It's getting cold.
Well, actually, it's only getting colder. But you can feel it and complain about it more.
Which means only one thing: college hoops season is here.
Thank god. And without crossing any professional lines, there will be a lot of hoops talk on TLBR in the next few days, weeks, and months.
-----
Tonight? Best. Family Guy. ever.
The opening with bin Laden...Police Squad..."I like eating red carpet!" ... Sixteen Candles...Cobra Commander...Apache Chief (that was the highlight of my day, I think I'll go gamble.)...Chris doing the Jackie Mason impression...The Side Boob Hour...You'll never win by messing with the freaking FCC...
Boy, the only thing that would be better would be two new episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm and Extras. Wait, there are?
Woo hoo! Things are good!
Peace one.
