Golden Slumbers: The outpouring of sorrow over the death of Leonard Nimoy is not, and I think I can claim this with absolute certainty, nothing whatsoever to do with his singing, no not even “If I Was A Carpenter” or, god knows, “Highly Illogical”. Even so, Spock is an instrument of rock and roll culture and his cultural significance, his Pan-Universal Humanism, will hopefully hopefully, live long and prosper.
Live: the weather here in New york is… well, it is the coldest February in 70 years, so called going to a concert is an endurance test, and I went from 18 shows in January to five last month. Sleater-Kinney, in an overcrowded hell hole of a room, was one of them.
Recorded: not much of a week, I’ll give the emotive drug Cabin a thumbs up, maybe the Black ryders as well. But Big Sean? what a dog.
Tickets: Psyched to see Azealia Banks at Irving Plaza; she is yet another star who would be a lot better if she let her music do the talking.
Politics: In which the President vetoes the Keystone XL pipeline, an oil pipeline system commissioned to transport oil from Canada and the North Dakota Bakken Shale region to Midwest and Gulf Coast refineries. I’m gonna miss him, you know.
Sports: Is it too early to say I am sick to death of A-Rod?