Last Night's Letterman, plus More From Mom
Hey, did anybody catch Roger Daltry and Pete Townshend on Letterman last night? They did a song called "A Man in a Purple Dress" and it was awesome. (Apparently it's a song on "Endless Wire," their first album in 24 years, but is it a new song or a re-issue of an oldie?)
Anyway, I'm always pleasantly surprised when people who could totally be coasting on their reputations are still delivering relevant art. I got the same great punch when I saw Paul Westerberg on Conan a few years back, thinking he was just another burn-out getting ready to phone in a set and then I heard "We May Be The Ones" and had to peel myself off the far wall, so blown away was I. The album it's on, Stereo, was apparently recorded in his house with little or no regard for making it polished or "sellable," and remains one of the strongest, most coherent albums I've ever heard.
Oh, and did anybody catch and/or understand Letterman's comment about Steve Martin scaring the hell out of Anne Heche? I think it may be just kind of a general comment about Steve being destroyed by Anne's leaving, but it also made me wonder if there was a specific incident he was referencing? All info appreciated, as I'm avoiding work as assiduously as always today.
And once again, Mom writes a blog entry without even meaning to. Here's her latest email, sent from the high school where she works:
Well, we have mice here at school. Big surprise. But I do find the evidence every morning all over my desk. Some little mouse is partying all over my desk. Why not--the whole office is a minefield of food and snacks. Anyway, the current mouse trap is a flat tray of clear goo with some sort of bait that looks like a turd in the middle. It is under my desk. I keep sticking my foot in it. I think I am going to throw it out at the end of the day because the last time they put these out I ended up taking this little mouse outside and trying to clean the goo off of little mouse feet without dislocating his legs so that I could turn him loose. The last I saw of him he was running across the sidewalk with tons of grass stuck to his feet. I can't go through that again.
Pray for me.
Mom
Anyway, I'm always pleasantly surprised when people who could totally be coasting on their reputations are still delivering relevant art. I got the same great punch when I saw Paul Westerberg on Conan a few years back, thinking he was just another burn-out getting ready to phone in a set and then I heard "We May Be The Ones" and had to peel myself off the far wall, so blown away was I. The album it's on, Stereo, was apparently recorded in his house with little or no regard for making it polished or "sellable," and remains one of the strongest, most coherent albums I've ever heard.
Oh, and did anybody catch and/or understand Letterman's comment about Steve Martin scaring the hell out of Anne Heche? I think it may be just kind of a general comment about Steve being destroyed by Anne's leaving, but it also made me wonder if there was a specific incident he was referencing? All info appreciated, as I'm avoiding work as assiduously as always today.
And once again, Mom writes a blog entry without even meaning to. Here's her latest email, sent from the high school where she works:
Well, we have mice here at school. Big surprise. But I do find the evidence every morning all over my desk. Some little mouse is partying all over my desk. Why not--the whole office is a minefield of food and snacks. Anyway, the current mouse trap is a flat tray of clear goo with some sort of bait that looks like a turd in the middle. It is under my desk. I keep sticking my foot in it. I think I am going to throw it out at the end of the day because the last time they put these out I ended up taking this little mouse outside and trying to clean the goo off of little mouse feet without dislocating his legs so that I could turn him loose. The last I saw of him he was running across the sidewalk with tons of grass stuck to his feet. I can't go through that again.
Pray for me.
Mom