The Measure of a Man
Posted on October 20, 2004 at 8:25 am | No Comments
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly have any less respect for a man…
…he proves me wrong with one pathetic slap.
Which is balanced out by the increased and unmeasurable respect I have for Curt Schilling (who was, believe it or not, already my favorite non-Sox player before we even signed him). Curt, believe what you need to believe, but that wasn’t anyone’s god out there… it was all you.
Not much else I can say about last night that isn’t already being said in blogs, on sports radio, and in offices around the country. Like I wrote, everything’s a bonus at this point, nothing can ever be predicted, and I’ve got at least one more night booked with a baseball game.
Instead I’ll share the words of writer Peter David, who had this to say over on his blog this morning…
“See, here’s the amusing thing: The Yankees are already losers.
Granted, they’re in the playoffs, but they’ve been in plenty of playoffs. But the road to those playoffs include a three game set at Shea where they were swept by the Mets, a historic 22-0 shellacking, and now they’ve done what no other team in the history of MLB has ever done: Wound up in a game 7 after blowing a 3 game to none lead.
So the question of tonight isn’t whether they’re going to be losers–they already are–but just how BIG losers they’re going to be. Are they going to be losers who avoid total humiliation, or are they going to be mega losers?”
On Walking Concert
Posted on October 19, 2004 at 2:14 pm | No Comments
While the rest of Red Sox Nation was still celebrating last night’s win (or gasping for breath on their floors), I was racing over the Charles towards the Middle East Upstairs in Cambridge, where Walter Schreifels’ Walking Concert was about to hit the stage. A man of many great bands (Gorilla Biscuits, Quicksand, Rival Schools), his latest project is a poppier affair, and judging from the sadly-too-small crowd last night, his former hardcore fans may not be along for the ride. Or you could blame the weeknight, or the Sox game… that’s some pretty serious competition.
That said, I seem to dig everything the guy does, and W.C.’s debut disc “Run To Be Born” is no exception. Short, sharp, shocks of pop rock, guitar goodness and catchy hooks aplenty. Expectedly, most of last night’s set was from the album, with a few really promising new ones thrown in.
The mix at the MidEastUp wasn’t all that hot, so my recording suffers a bit, but here’s the setlist and mp3s nonetheless…
1. Eyes Reg? (a new one, faded in, title abbreviation from setlist)
2. Hello Sensei (new)
3. But You Know… It’s True
4. Save the Savables (new)
5. What’s Your New Thing?
6. Mustang Ford
7. Studio Space
8. Girls In The Field
9. Mind of a Boy (new)
10. Hands Up!
11. The Animals
12. Calypso Slide
13. What Does Your Heart Say?
Despite their NYC origins, they dedicated new song “Save the Savables” to the night’s pitching hero, Tim Wakefield, and ended the set with a “Go Sox!”. Mets fans, I’m guessin’. As if he needed to endear himself anymore to us Bostonians, he was also sporting a Modern Lovers t-shirt. Nice.
They shoulda had a much larger crowd, and I hope the low attendance doesn’t keep ’em from returning sometime soon. It didn’t seem to effect their performance, Walter was rockin’ out, but these guys deserve a weekend show (and a non-playoff night). Looks like they’re taking a live break for awhile, but hopefully they’ll get back out there. In the meantime, pick up their disc over at the Some Records site.
Jon Stewart recounts his Crossfire appearance on last night’s Daily show here. The clip has been tough to grab from the original link, so I’ve shared it up on my server. Get with the grabbin’. Washington Post story on Crossfire’s reaction to his appearance here. The idea of James Carville calling anyone a ‘pompous ass’ amuses the hell outta me. Carville, meet Kettle.