Ah, the Bush administration. I don't know why I should even bother anymore; their lunacy is self evident. Still, I feel obliged to spread the word about the incompetance, the self-mockery of their own incompetence, the character assassinations, and the lies. Perhaps I should let others do the talking - especially when it's as witty and spot-on as the opening paragraph on Eric Alterman's blog yesterday:
"Joe Wilson, Valerie Plame, Max Cleland, Paul O’Neill, General Zinni, and Dick Clarke are all unpatriotic liars and weenies right? Has to be true; otherwise, this administration is both incompetent and dishonest. And that’s not possible. I mean, on the one hand we have people who have given their entire careers to serving the American people and in many cases, paid dearly for it. On the other, we have a guy who didn’t bother to show up for his cushy National Guard service during a war he supported, spent most of his first forty years drinking and carousing, and having been made wealthy by his father’s associates, fell into the job of president where he (undeniably) misled his country into a war based on falsified evidence. Gee that’s a hard one."
Anyways, onto other interesting (mostly musical) things:
Who'da thunk that Ryan Adams and Amanda from Pitchforkmedia could have a rather genial, if not hyperactive conversation? Given that the online critics at P-fork have treated Adam's last coupla releases like they were tumors, you'd think he'd be a little more than upset.
Still, his last couple of albums were kinda mediocre. But since he's written at least two albums that could be part of the soundtrack of my life ('Heartbreaker,' and Whiskeytown's 'Pneumonia'), I can excuse him. I mean, even Bob Dylan had his creatively fallow periods (for instance, his self-titled album).
Also, I've always maintained that I'd like to have Norah Jones' babies, but I never really considered her music to be all that sexual. Sasha Frere-Jones makes a good case for it being so (although not in a Marvin Gaye sort of way).
Finally, here's an interesting blurb about Woody Guthrie, who's really the only hero that anyone could ever need.
"Joe Wilson, Valerie Plame, Max Cleland, Paul O’Neill, General Zinni, and Dick Clarke are all unpatriotic liars and weenies right? Has to be true; otherwise, this administration is both incompetent and dishonest. And that’s not possible. I mean, on the one hand we have people who have given their entire careers to serving the American people and in many cases, paid dearly for it. On the other, we have a guy who didn’t bother to show up for his cushy National Guard service during a war he supported, spent most of his first forty years drinking and carousing, and having been made wealthy by his father’s associates, fell into the job of president where he (undeniably) misled his country into a war based on falsified evidence. Gee that’s a hard one."
Anyways, onto other interesting (mostly musical) things:
Who'da thunk that Ryan Adams and Amanda from Pitchforkmedia could have a rather genial, if not hyperactive conversation? Given that the online critics at P-fork have treated Adam's last coupla releases like they were tumors, you'd think he'd be a little more than upset.
Still, his last couple of albums were kinda mediocre. But since he's written at least two albums that could be part of the soundtrack of my life ('Heartbreaker,' and Whiskeytown's 'Pneumonia'), I can excuse him. I mean, even Bob Dylan had his creatively fallow periods (for instance, his self-titled album).
Also, I've always maintained that I'd like to have Norah Jones' babies, but I never really considered her music to be all that sexual. Sasha Frere-Jones makes a good case for it being so (although not in a Marvin Gaye sort of way).
Finally, here's an interesting blurb about Woody Guthrie, who's really the only hero that anyone could ever need.