April 2008

The time of year when celebrities sprinkle their glitz and glamour for a fleeting moment upon Louisville Wee-Man pours liquor on our drunk chicks.


Have you ever felt that your name didn’t suit you? Do you think you should have been named something else?

What are your top five names you wish you’d been named?

“Half-Life,” Duncan Sheik
“Sweet Louisiana Sound,” Billy Pilgrim
“The Shadow Of Your Smile,” Brother Jack McDuff
“Side,” Travis
“Castles Made Of Sand,” Jimi Hendrix
“Glad and Sorry,” The Faces
“My Buddy,” DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
“The Day I Tried To Live,” Soundgarden
“Hold The Line,” Toto
“Bad Sneakers,” The Push Stars

Because I can’t turn left.

My neck is messed up with a capital ouch.

How are you holding up?

Enjoy these morsels from a discussion of Ben Folds’ “Zak And Sara” lyrics:

I’ve read Ben Folds’ explanation as to what this song is about, but I’d like to say what I always thought it meant anyways. Please excuse the obvious holes in my interpretation:
I always imagined Zak and Sara living on different continents, but being around the same age. Sara was trying to make her own music, but simultaneously, Zak is sitting in England writing the songs that will someday become her favourites. Sara is psychic, or clairvoyant, or clairaudient, or something, but everybody just thinks she’s crazy, so she holds it all in and goes a little berzerk one day, letting everyone know what she’s seen. 1984 was obviously pre-rave culture, so she couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing in her visions, but she could see Zak (I agree, as the DJ), and loved the music, even though it would be years until she actually heard it. Meh. I dunno.

This song actually has some feminist undertones if you think about it. Zak thinks he’s the shit because he’s playing this song on a guitar, sara is shoved into the passive girlfriend role, clapping apathetically at her boyfriends music and just sitting on his amp, obviously against her will. The irony is that Sara is the one who can see the future of music (IE techno, ecstasy) she is the one with the true vision. She’s imagining the future of the music industry in her mind but she doesn’t say anything, she simply applauds her boyfriend who is playing a song that he didn’t even write.

little PINK lies:
I hate this song. :)

Not really, but I am married to a Zac (he is Zac without a “k”) and I don’t like to hear about people named Zac being with people named Sara. My name is Christina.

yeah, i deffinetly think sara’s skitzo… and intresting point about layaway plans being for marraige.. i always thought this was about zak and sara having a romantic relationship.. but what if they were sibilings..?
also.. english face + submarine.. makes me think beatles… john was shot in 81… idk.. jsut an idea..

I stopped doing obit posts a while back. It was tough work keeping up, and trying to decide which obits were postworthy started to bother me a bit.

But John just alerted me to the fact that Al Wilson passed away. You probably only know one of Al’s songs, the classic “Show and Tell,” but John and I saw Al live in one of the weirdest concerts I ever seen.

There’s a lot I don’t remember about that show, but I do know the following:

– It was at the Palace.

– There were many acts, and each of them only performed two or three songs.

– Someone from either Iron Butterfly or Brownsville Station (I don’t think it was Cub Koda) was there and made some kind of “Winners don’t use drugs!” proclamation at the end of his set.

– Al Wilson was there, wearing at one point what had to have been R&B’s Most Comfortable Tracksuit. He was easily the best performer of the evening, and he put a smile on all faces in attendance.

– The whole thing was emceed by Donnie Brooks, a Rockabilly Hall of Famer who had a top ten hit with “Mission Bell.” Much of the show’s weirdness radiated from Mr. Brooks.

He seemed like more than an emcee. He came off as a malevolent circus master, trotting out all of the night’s acts as if they were there because they all owed him money. At one point he told the audience a story about his homophobic misadventures in San Francisco, a tawdry and offensive recounting that included the perennially disturbing phrase, “If I wanna, you’re gonna.” It didn’t surprise me that when looking for information about Al and Donnie’s relationship, I came across the following anecdote at a Donnie Brooks memorial page:

Sad news to me, I played a lot of shows behind Donny playing drums. He was a fine entertainer with a crazy sense of humour. You always got your money’s worth with Donny. On one oldies show we did in the 80’s, Al Wilson was the opener and used all of Donny’s jokes in his set. Donny had not arrived yet, so he was not aware of Al using his material. When Donny began his show all his jokes were met with silence, so he stopped and ask the audience “What the hell is going on? I know this shit is funny”. A guy in the back of the room hollered out “Al just told all those jokes”. Nonplussed, Donny just switched gears and said “Oh yeah? I got a bunch I bet he won’t use”. He then launched into a series of black jokes that even had Al on his knees laughing his ass off.

Al Wilson saved that night for me. And I will always remember him as the effervescent yin to Donnie Brooks’ unctuous yang.

I promise to put together a roundup of all the fantastic things that filled my days during the hiatus, but I wanted to go ahead and share this one with you: My Old Kentucky Blog. It’s a great new-music blog that’s chock full o’ MP3s and local-ish; Dodge, the site’s progenitor is originally from Louisville, living in Indy.

Be sure to check out this recent post and enjoy My Morning Jacket’s awesome new “Evil Urges” and the new headscratcher from Weezer, “Dear Timbaland, Please Remix Our Song” “Pork and Beans.”

Take a look. Have a listen. Tell me what you think.

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