The Impossible Girl Takes A Stand

Kim Boekbinder, A.K.A. The Impossible Girl, recently went public with her innovative and potentially paradigm shifting take on the future of live performances.  I, for one, think this is a fantastic idea.  And a concept I have a few thoughts of my own on, as well.   See below for her revolutionary pre-sold tour concept:

A few weeks ago I played a concert in Portland, Oregon which was attended by exactly 18 people. After everyone else got paid, I made exactly $12.50 USD. I know that independent musicians all over the world play to empty rooms all the time. I’ve played to quite a few myself. But the thing about me is that: I’m actually famous.

I’m not hugely famous, most people have never heard of me. But I have fans, amazingly supportive fans, all over the world. I raised $20,000 to record my album, then I raised $17,000 to make an animated music video with my collaborators Molly Crabapple and Jim Batt. So I know there are lots of people out there who like what I do. Which is why playing to an empty room on a Saturday in a town that knows who I am is just really sad. So I took my $12.50 USD and bought myself a few shots of whiskey. Luckily the price of whiskey in Portland is pretty low and I managed to get terrifically, yet lucidly, inebriated. In that state I had an epiphany, one that redefines the concept of touring. . . 

Derek Jeter's Taco Hole

I like to think Derek Jeter's chances of retiring a career .300 hitter are resting in peace with Freddy Fender and the rest of the fallen Tornados.

Rebellion

Fuck Yeah!

Tears in Heaven

 Amazing.

Band of Brothers

Happy Memorial Day

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

St. Crispen's Day Speech

  Shakespeare's HENRY V

C. 1599

Busy Being Born

Happy 70th, Bob.

Here's a video of Dylan's first national television appearance, 

for posterity's sake.  

For all the Dylan birthday banter you can handle, visit www.expectingrain.com.

Madness

Randall Mario Poffo 

11.15.52 - 5.20.11

Be you in Heaven with Miss Elizabeth

or Hell with Sensational Sherri,

farewell Macho King.

Purify The Colors, Purify My Mind

God, I love having this song stuck in my head

Hold On A Minute

And I'm all right, yeah, I think I'm fine
My savior lives in telephones
And I just dream of you and step outside
Dial up and hope that you're home

Publish Post

Criminal