There can only be one truly best thing this week, the blizzard predicted to overtake our fair city and, by the time you read this, bury us under a deep carpet of white. Yes, that must be one best thing … but I could be wrong. Consider:
- I am Justin Timberlake. No really, I am. Look and see. It’s perfectly obvious. Well, at least Jess from Waiting on a Word says I am and I believe her. I don’t know why you or anyone else is having such a hard time believing it. Justin …errr, I … probably played in a middle school band, right?
- Dave Grohl. Stevie Nicks. Rick Springfield. Strange multiple choice answers? No, the Sound City Players. It seems that this unlikely bunch, and several other equally unlikely folk are appearing together at the upcoming music extravaganza know as South-by-Southwest (SXSW). Why them? I’m glad you asked. Apparently, Dave Grohl, of Nirvana and the Foo Fighters, made a movie about an element of musical history. Not about a musician. Not about a song. Not about a genre. About a soundboard he recently purchased from the Sound City studio. Not just any soundboard, mind you, but the one used for a variety of famous recordings featuring members of the Sound City Players. Really? A soundboard? I’m no audiophile (I try not to be anything-phile), but I think it’s fair to say that a soundboard accounts for less than 1% of the quality of any recorded performance. Just my opinion. By the way, that Stevie Nicks? I think she could really become a big star some day. All she needs is the right microphone cord. A big star … I called it here first.
- I’m a sucker for cute things, but, when we, in our household, saw this image of a Baird’s tapir, we wanted one. Really bad. After a 400 day gestation period, it better be cute! Maybe it would make up for my masturbating goat “trauma”. Then again, as adults, they weigh over 300 pounds and, let’s be honest, it’s unlikely to have dainty little poops. It’s basically a funny looking pig! I’ll just live with the goat stuff.
Being Justin Timberlake? In the end, it worked out for the best. Take that, JT. Here’s you in another decade. Scared you, didn’t I?