Harry Skywalker and the Deathly Star

From This Recording:

Antmusic!

Glutton for punishment am I. Glutton for punishment AM I!

After the fun I had doing the Idiot's Guide to Queen last month over at JefitoBlog, I thought I would tackle one of the other musical artists whose work I a)know completely and b) has inspired me. So, I chose the estimable Adam Ant. The quintessential '80s pop star. Punk turned glam turned actor turned has been turned psychopath.
On Tuesday morning, or so I have been told, at www.jefitoblog.com you can come bear witness to the greatness that was Mr. Ant.

I am especially proud of this one inasmuch as Adam was the first artist whose music I already loved and Liz came to discover on her own. (Well, sort of, I mean, I was playing it in the car) She dug him, had a poster on her wall, and bought me the box set.

So, go over to Jefito and take a gander and let me know what you think.

Update: Yep, it's up. Now it belongs to the world. Go here for your adam ant love. (The links will only work for a week, so get the Antmusic while you can!)

Cleans with the Power of Parsely!

In LA we have a supermarket called "Whole Foods". The stuff is all environmentally safe and shit. And all the crispies and wannabes shop there. It is the most expensive supermarket I have ever been in. You have to take a loan to go grocery shopping there.
We never go. But a friend of ours is coming for dinner and she is allergic to everything, wheat, gluten, beef, air, gravity. So, we went there to get some stuff we know she can eat and I picked up some Spelt. Gonna try to make cookies for her.
And then we saw this stuff. I couldn't bear to buy it. But, seriously, is this the marketing campaing???
Does it make you wanna go git some?

Zoe on the porch.

(originally posted on Life with Zoe....just too proud a pap, I guess....)
Ah, another week.....and still no movies....
that's okay, it's still update time!
Zo has gone through some huge changes in the last week or so. She is a big talker, cooing and yakking in an effort to tell us something. And whatever it is, it seems important to her, so we really should take notice.
The trip to Sonoma and back was really quite a breeze. Zo was great in the car. It wasn't until the end, the last 1 hour, that she went wonky on us. And that might be because we took the long, 9 hour vista filled drive as opposed to the 5 freeway, more direct route.
Nonetheless, we are proud of her.
Beth got Zo a Bumbo, which is a seat that babies can't get out of, but allows them to sit upright and not fall. It's great. And this way Zo can sit on the porch and watch the world go by. It's like her own tv. And believe me this is better than the tube, which has some kind of hypno draw on her. If it's on and she can see it, she will stare at the pretty lights.
This does not bode well.

At least she has the view.



Precocious? Who, me?



Now this is more like daddy's little girl! "You're not supposed to park there!"



They weren't supposed to park there, you know.


And all is well. Again.

Demon Barber

Didn't know I could be this happy.
Sasha Cohen as Pirelli?
Alan Rickman as the Judge???
Helena Bonham Carter? Johnny Depp???

This movie is going to rock my X-mas!

Harry Potter and the Timely Parcel

Lines? Who needs lines?????
Extra $$ to insure timely delivery from Amazon!?!? Nay! Take my chances, I shall.
And, lo, doth arriveth the new HP. 11Am on saturday. 11 hours after it's official release.
I'm almost done.
The packaging was a hoot, no?

Snapshot: West Hollywood

In a parking lot, in an alley, behind....well, behind the gym....again.

sad Ipod......sad sad ipod

I bought my second Ipod about 3 1/2 years ago. It was a refrubished model (I am notoriously cheap). After baking it in the sun, cruising in my jeep in the valley, it went sad ipod.
Apple replaced it.
After riding around on my motorcycle and getting caught in the rain, the ipod soaked. It started playing music backwards before it croaked.
Apple replaced.
I dropped that one.
Apple replaced.
That ipod was a crazy little son of a bitch. It went Sad Ipod about 6 times. Each time Apple restored it. I don't know how. But, on the last visit, even though it was way out of warranty, Apple replaced it with yet another refurbished one but told me they wouldn't replace it again. I think I got the better of the deal.

I resigned that that pod would remain in the kitchen stereo as nothing more than a music player in that room.
Then today, I decided, no, it would be fine to take it with me on the road. And I was right. Until I got home, put it in the cradle and, blammo, sad ipod.
So, what do I do?
I certainly never needed the full 60 gig I bought. 30 would have been fine. But I do have almost 30 gig of music on my computer and I like, nay, love, the idea of traveling with my entire library. And since I discovered "Peel" and emusic, I have been overloading on tunes.
So, what should I do? I don't want to buy a new ipod 30 or 60 because I am absolutely certain that this fall/winter will see the release of the new ipod. Actually, I believe that what is coming is the WiFipod. The iphone without the phone. It will look just like the iphone, surf the web at wifi locales, be an ipod and video player, just have no contract with the Death Star to contend with. I'm down with that. I WANT that.
But, what to do now? In the interim? Should I get a Nano? If so, what size? Isn't that a hassle as well? Putting music you like on it 8 gig at a time? How would I choose? What the hell am I going to do??????

What would you do?

JefitoQueen Part deux

It's up. www.jefitoblog.com/blog
It's part two of the Queen ouevre review. Once again I am getting my ass handed to me in the comments. But, I think it's a pretty damn fine job and I think I handle myself and Queen's twilight years with the respect they deserved.....

Rock critic, RIP

Credit where its due.
This is from http://www.afterbirthofthecool.com

I thought it was brilliant and knew I would never find it again. All credit goes to that author. But, he's dead on.


Rock Critic Dead, Aged c. 50

March 4, 2007... The Rock Critic has died, aged approximately 50, from irrelevance.

The Rock Critic's badly decomposed body was found online yesterday, hidden beneath layers of mp3s. Its exact time of death has not yet been established.



It was widely known that The Rock Critic had been hobbled in recent years by The Internet. "With the ever more widespread availability of music via the World Wide Web, writing about music has become superfluous," said one industry insider. "Anyone can listen to anything at any time and make their own judgements, free from any outside influence."

"Crit just lost the will to live," said close friend, The Record Collector, from a local hospital bed.

In its prime, The Rock Critic was revered for contextualizing popular music within society, and for acting as music listeners' first line of defense against record label PR. "The Rock Critic wasn't perfect," noted one historian. "I mean, they gave Exile on Main Street two thumbs up, didn't they? But, they dug Strangers from the Universe, too, no matter how uncool it must have been to do so."

The Rock Critic is survived by distant relative The MP3 Blogger who, typically, declined to comment.