Annnnd . . . welcome back! This post is for you if you, like me, spent most of Saturday huddled around a radio, sipping delicious corn chowder, and gulping Mad Dog 20/20 “Purple Rain” in order to stave off the bitter taste of defeat. Here we go!
—Mike Shula is gone. Say what you will: I watched the devastating loss to State this year—in Bryant Denny stadium—and sure, he’s a nice guy, and yes, he was QB back in the day, but listen: 26-23? Absolutely not. And the seniors on this team have never beaten Auburn. Unforgivable, and would have been wholly avoided had Bama not blinked and chosen the white way out when the choice between the highly educated, highly experienced Sly Croom and Shula was presented years ago.
—Don’t talk to me about the Egg Bowl, please (txtmssge from a friend shortly after the loss: “Hotty Toddy, bitch!!).
—Artist Dave Cockrum has passed away. A dedicated John Byrne man growing up, I always dismissed Mssr. Cockrum’s work, but make no mistake: he created the visual vocabulary of Marvel’s Greatest Comic.
—Premiere’s take on Christopher Guest’s For Your Consideration may actually be a little generous. I saw it yesterday with Sally, and really, my favorite moments were us leaving the film and stumbling into our own Guestiverse. One argument might be made that this venerable improvisational troupe is simply bored with each other, and without fresh blood or lengthy camera takes, they’re not going to generate any new heat.
—The Arkansas v. LSU game was one of the wildest and most fun SEC games I’ve ever seen, period. Too bad it ended with a win for the lame-duck Tigers, but I’m sold: Darren McFadden is a star.
—Spent Sunday reading two of the lesser novels of Bruce Chatwin, Utz and On the Black Hill. Neither one rivals the legendary majesty of The Songlines or In Patagonia, but the books are to be read for the sumptuous wonder of the prose, soaked in otherwordly nuance that is very nearly always real: even when it’s not, it’s glorious. I would have loved to spoken with him.
—This Washington Post editorial regarding sexual assault is dead-on: consent can be withdrawn, at any time.
—The Hold Steady plays New Orleans this weekend!! I ASK YOU, PRETTYFAKES NATION: ARE YOU IN?? I am, and La Cat is journeying from Phoenix in order that the glitter and the dancing shall occur. Will Professor Fury make the cut?? Will Contessa plead “Amsterdam fever” and bail? Shall Jaxxie and Jaysus get so drunk the show is not to be remembered??
Find out this week, on CHANNEL AWEXXOME!!
Secondly, the legendary Big Gray now has a proper website!! Go peruse, and don’t believe what he says: “Deer Park (Crime Is Economic)” is bomb.