WEEK SIX
Weather: Now is the winter of our discontent and thanks to the overreaction of Bill De Blasio and Andrew Cuomo the entire world was brought to a tremendous standstill and there is nothing we could do again. For the first time ever the subway system was stopped, and for no reason but the preening egotism of a handful of halfwits.
Politics: Meanwhile, Assembly Speaker Sheldon Silver resigned in disgrace, and the three men in a room Albany political malfeance has stopped for now. But really, does anybody expect anything to change at all?
Live: John Oliver was the latest in a long list of seriously mediocre comedians and the evil twin scarecrow Jack White rocked MSG to an impressive extent and Billy Idol rocked the Beacon Theatre to a less impressive extent.
Tickets: A quiet week but I passed on Primal Scream and bought Manic Street Preachers, because, seriously, when was the last time Primal Scream didn’t suck? The late 1990s was the last time they sucked FYI.
Sports: I wrote this Sunday morning so I don’t know who won or lost the Superbowl or more importantly, how young Katy Perry did during the halftime show. Also, my home PC is going in for repairs today so I won’t be able to tell you till tomorrow.
Recorded: A quiet week, Natalie Prass won album of the week but it wasn’t much of a fight. Doomtree’s high culture hip hop from Minneapolis was excellent, so was Charlie Wilson’s old time soul album.
January Redux: Best of made simple: 17 albums, 58 songs, 2 concerts.