Watching tonight's episode of the Ken Burns' PBS Vietnam doc and William Ehrhart pops up. He wrote what to me is the most honest book about being in the war, Vietnam-Perkasie, which was the inspiration for my buddy Serge Bielanko's all-time Marah classic Roundeye Blues.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Monday, September 18, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Like a lot of people today, I am crushed.
Past Xmastime stuff on him HERE.
Top Ten Grant Hart Superslices (right now):
Terms of Psychic WarfareFrom when I met him:
Turn on the News
Pink Turns to Blue
Books about UFOs
Keep Hanging On
Last Days of Pompeii
THINGS I LOVED
------------------------------ 3 super-super-hilights of the night: Last Days of Pompeii, 2541, and A Letter from Anne Marie
- Me getting a laugh from him (the only one of the night) outside
- Playing my all-time #1 Husker slice Terms of Psychic Warfare
- His anger flashing outside when some dipshit girl says "the politics of modern country music don't matter."
- The fact that you can walk into a bar somewhere anywhere and watch a dude with one of the best songbooks ever and one of the best voices ever play amazing song after amazing song.
- Drew bravely being the one to speak for all of us the next day when he said "I almost teared up a coupla times." Of course I acted like such a thing was foreign idea to such a tough guy as myself.
- Started playing approx. 60 seconds after the opening act had left the stage. No wait-for-an-hour-for-the-star nonsense.
- A general consensus at Jack's house afterwards of while Bob Mould wrote plenty of great songs, Grant Hart is true love and should be fought for at every opportunity.
THINGS I DIDN'T LIKE
- Him seeming to be more focused on the one person in the back yapping loudly, oblivious to who he was or what he was doing, than the 50 people staring at him waiting to throw themselves in front of a bus for him.
- Not playing my super-slice Old Empire!!
- Fucking chick outside who fucking wouldn't stop yapping to me while I was trying to talk to him. Seriously, the first girl in 20 years who wants to talk to me, and it's while I'm trying to make googley-eyes at one of my all-time heroes. Took about 3 minutes of "uh-huh...really..." while sloooooooooooowly moving my head away from her to shed her. Fucking christ.
at 9:09 PM
Would love to see an ESPN 30 for 30 on how the Lakers tanked the 1986 semifinals.
Previously, on Xmastime:
Previously, on Xmastime:
One of the greater tragedies in the history of the NBA is that the Lakers inexplicably didn't make it to the 1986 Finals, where they would've faced the best team I had ever seen, the Celtics. That would've meant that after 1987 they would've met four straight times, and probably splitting at 2-2 and spinning the argument into even more of a fever re: who was better, Bird or Magic etc. Playing the Rockets was an anti-climactic, blah affair for that Celtics team.
at 11:05 AM