I am quoted in this article on Spotify and other music streaming services by our own Nate Pensky.
I saw this Paul Lynde Halloween Special on TV in 1976. I've heard people say it's the first appearance of KISS on TV, but I don't think that could possibly be correct. I spent a bit of time doing that demon calisthenic arm motion in front of the bathroom mirror, imagining that I'd do it on stage one day, but I don't think that ever actually happened.
The Fairport Convention version is more famous, and I like it a lot, but Emitt Rhodes wrote it and it's hard to beat the original (available on this great Merry-Go-Round collection.) Paul McCartney never had a better or more satisfying emulator. Listen to that bass. Such a great recording.
Come see me stand awkwardly at a podium and read stuff at the Make-out Room tomorrow night, if that sounds like a good time to you. I can't speak for the relative awkwardness of the other writers, but if past experience of "readings" is any indication the awkwardness will be thick on the ground. You know you love it.
(Friday Oct. 14, 3225 22nd St. in San Francisco. 7PM.)
An English teacher reviews King Dork:
I don’t remember laughing at all. Maybe I was disappointed by the sensual scenes, which I’m sure our librarian has not yet read – otherwise it would probably be banned.
There's less here than meets the eye, of course: they're simply removing what they see as a less important term from the "concise" edition of the OED, not attempting to erase it completely, and using the fact that they're doing it to call attention to the publication in such a manner that people like me will post outraged links to it. I'm in the publishing racket myself, a bit. If you can sell just one more copy, we publishing people tend to feel, it's worth being a little dumb from time to time.
That said, the notion that a dictionary ought to eliminate words that are "past their prime" is really quite screwy. Those are the words people tend to need to look up.
I doubt very much that anyone using the Concise OED in this edition's lifetime will be so puzzled by the term "cassette tape" that he would have to go scrambling to look it up. But then, by the perverse ethos expressed by the dictionary editor -- essentially a kind of "stick to what you know" standard -- that's an argument for keeping it in, if anything.
That's more comment than the story probably deserves. Note to self: cultivate an air of pauciloquent pococurantism when it comes to footling japes in the agora.
(via Nick Hornby.)
As I've mentioned, I'm doing a solo-acoustic set on Tuesday October 4th (nickel beer night) at the Beauty Bar in Las Vegas. (517 Fremont St. -- I think I'm going to be playing around midnight.)
Also I'm going to be appearing at this Litquake event featuring people who wrote books about rock and roll, on Friday Oct. 14 at the Makeout Room (3225 22nd St. in San Francisco.) It's a reading rather than a playing situation, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm considering reading something from the still-in-progress King Dork Approximately. If I don't chicken out.
Thought for the day, from the Bay Area guy whose house was mistakenly raided by a federal tactical team abetted by local police last month:
I think when you're going to be performing a guns unholstered, safeties off, surprise raid during peacetime, you need to get damn close to 100% certainty that you are targeting the right folks.Hard to disagree with that. I have to say though, that this guy still doesn't quite seem to grasp how incredibly lucky he and his family are to be alive.
That's apparently the best Mother Jones can come up with as a defense of Obama's civil liberties record.