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Monday, August 28, 2006

Editing, Scientist Style

I am man enough to admit my deficiencies. And woman enough to ponder them for too long and finally accept them:

1) Old Blog Syne
'Tis true Mr. Commentator 2nd From the Top. This blog has a gross misspelling, only in that I purport to be an expert resident of this neighborhood yet cannot even give it the correct name. Yes, yes it is spelled Bleecker, not Bleeker. Let's just pretend that I got too concept heavy with combining bleaker (despair) with bleecker (the street) and just ended up misspelling and not conveying.

2) J.B. Beverly and the Wayward Drifters
Near the end I refer to the lead singer as Stanley rather than by his actually last name. I believe I was thinking of Ralph Stanley. And Stanley and Beverly sound like the perfect transposed 1950s sitcom couple anyway. I apologize to the band.

I promise to edit my online journalistic work much butter from nows one (kids love irony). More grammatical editing, less thought editing. That is why things may be making a little less sense around here.

EDITORIAL CORRECTION: In the Popmatter's record review Mr. Beverly has vocals that attempt to set you on a barbed wire fence NOT razor wire.
Please visit their website J.B. Beverly and the Wayward Drifters (I actually do like it)

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The Hair in My Teeth

I saw Iron and Wine at McCarron Pool. The ticket was too expensive, but the pool floor was warm all night. The Trapeze Swinger made me cry like no other song has made me do as of late. I'm lying. I was on the train listening to Bonnie Prince Billy's Ease Down the Road (A King At Night) the day afterwards and I curiously, shamelessly shed some tears. A little girl larger than her age curiously, unabashedly, sympathetically stared at me the entire way. The bearded men are killing me these days.