Please, make them stop
.(2:20 p.m.: If you'd like to comment, please click the "Add a comment" link under this entry. We're getting quite a few under any number of other posts, and "non sequitur" doesn't do justice to seeing them there.)
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When I saw "Children of Men"
a few weeks ago, I thought that, despite its brilliance, it had no chance at the box office. I'm glad to be wrong
-- at least for a week.
* * * * *Bill James
once described the Baseball Hall of Fame as (I'm paraphrasing, poorly) a self-defining institution that has resolutely failed to define itself. The same can be said of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
What is a "Hall of Famer"? An influential artist
? A big seller dominant in its time
? A beloved commercial powerhouse
? All of the above
Because once you induct AC/DC and Aerosmith, why not Kiss? If Hank Ballard and Lloyd Price, why not Lowman Pauling? Are any bubblegum musicians ever going to make it?
Now we have R.E.M., Patti Smith, Van Halen, Grandmaster Flash and the Ronettes. I tip my hat to all of them, put on a few of their records ... and go back to ignoring this whole "hall of fame" thing.
(As for baseball, I'm still
waiting for Jim Kaat.)
* * * * *Say it isn't so.
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Best record I've heard lately: Jim Noir's "Tower of Love,"
which came out early last year. Imagine Emitt Rhodes with a Brian Wilson fixation, along with a little Roy Wood, and you've got Noir's gorgeous creation.