sitting here minding my own business and I read Saturn’s bookmarks which leads me to some site with the improbable name “westernhomes” who I notice does a lot of record reviews. And so I’m wondering what a kid who’s probably 10 years younger than I am could possibly understand about the magic that the ‘Mats represented to someone living in the midst of hair-band early 80s hell. Well, it turns out quite a lot. A whole lot, in fact. And he has a damn good turn of a phrase as well, as this quote from a review of a shitty Cracker CD (Garage D’Or) demonstrates: “Eurotrash Girl,” with its thieved Van Morrison bassline and weird nightmare travelogue narrative, became the biggest eight-minute radio single since, like, “Stairway.”
In the airport
this morning (far too early) I sat down across from the magazine rack in the little waiting area. Prominently displayed, with Air Canada stickers identifying their provenance, were several copies of Mother Jones magazine. In striking counterpoint to the other mags – Forbes and Business Week.
It’s O’Hare.
Heather writes about a 19 hour travel ordeal at harrumph!. I had a 17 hour marathon myself on my way down to Anaheim, and I was stuck in Chicago as well. Luckily, I found the bar at the O’Hare Hilton. Also lucky was to make $450 in travel vouchers from United.
I’m off
to California for a few days.
