Alice Cooper at Bonnaroo:
Because I was not alive in the 1970s, but was about 10 when Wayne’s World played nonstop on HBO, this is pretty much the only image I have of the man. I expect his show to be great fun, and I hope my inevitable encounter with Cooper plays out similarly to this. (The encounter will be in my head, a fevered Manchester heat dream exacerbated by dehydration, hallucinogens and loneliness.)
Feeling Sorry for Myself While Pulp is at Radio City Music Hall:
Speaking of fevered heat dreams, the above clip is from Pulp’s appearance at last year’s Primavera festival in Spain, a show I nearly went to. If you count “quasi-lucidly checking ticket prices to Barcelona at 3 a.m., two days before the festival, because a friend said they had an extra ticket and bed and if I max out both of my credit cards and call out sick from work the rest of the week I could totally pull this off” as nearly going. Sadly, my ingrained practicality forced me to sleep on it, which is why I couldn’t go. And now a handful of totally adult, totally legit reasons (prior obligations! finances!) are keeping me away from the Radio City Music Hall show. It’s a travesty of the highest order. Luckily I’m just as good at self-pity as I am begrudging responsibility, so I guess I’m kind of looking forward to sitting at home and feeling sorry for myself. Kind of.
The Eventual Downfall of Garrison Keillor:
Lindsay Lohan’s costar Garrison Keillor is a smug, self-satisfied farce of a human being and he needs to be stopped. His senior-year appreciation of poetry and reverence for old-time radio are 10 times more annoying than the affectations of the well-meaning losers mocked on Portlandia, but for some reason Lake Unbeknown to me, this dude is off-limits. Also, he’s a total dick. His “whoopsy-daisy!” persona masks a jerkoff just as jerky as your racist uncle that you’ve never really liked (“lousy holiday songs by Jewish guys” — Garrison Keillor), and I cannot wait until he’s gone, gone forever. Where this guy gets off trashing Irving Berlin is beyond me.
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Manson is playing Rock On The Range in Columbus, OH. Way closer than Kansas City.
I stopped in KC recently on a drive back from Colorado. What an unexpectedly nice place. Had the best BBQ I've ever eaten at a gas station on the Kansas side. It was cool to see Arrowhead in the flesh, too. What were we talking about?
I got Kansas City and St. Louis confused, in my head. My mental geography of anything west of the Mississippi is a jumble.
I had them completely mixed up too. Kansas City was a gleaming metropolis, while St. Louis was really fugly.
You can tell STL is trying though. They are building the biggest McDonalds I have ever seen down by the river. Only halfway done with the sign and they haven't painted it gold either...