A few things are on my mind this week, but none of them warrant a full blog post, so I’ll just lay some things out there for what it’s worth (the value of which is totally up to you, the reader).
Folks in Cleveland and Chicago are pinching themselves to make sure they’re not dreaming. Some kid named Ryan Merritt pitched a helluva game (with a little help from Andrew Miller and Cody Allen), and the Indians are the 2016 American League champions. A mere six hour drive west, the Chicago Cubs are on the brink of going to their first World Series since 1945. Believe me, Clevelanders feel your pain Cubs fans, but if you manage to win one more game and get yourselves into the Big Show, our sympathy will go away faster than you can say Bill Buckner or Steve Bartman. Our singular goal will be to make sure our drought ends and yours continues.
Staying with baseball… Texas Rangers catcher Jonathan Lucroy posted an apology on social media for bad mouthing the Indians and saying he didn’t want to play here. That’s nice Jonathan, but we obviously didn’t need you anyway. Have a nice winter dreaming about what could have been.
Robert Zimmerman (aka Bob Dylan) won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Even though he’s performing in Las Vegas (somehow that doesn’t seem right), the Nobel committee can’t locate him. Or at least he’s not returning their calls. Maybe he’s got a case of Subterranean Homesick Blues. Or he just doesn’t give a rat’s rear end about what anyone else thinks about his music. I remember watching him at the Kennedy Center honors a few years back. He didn’t look like he cared much then, so why should he care now? Only thing is, the Nobel comes with a $900,000 award. Come on dude, you could help a lot of people with that kind of cash.
“I’m not a puppet, you’re a puppet.” “There’s some mean hombres out there.” “Such a nasty woman.” Na na na na boo boo. While it’s not even worth comment, I am looking forward to Saturday Night Live.
The 2017 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame nominees were announced this week. Here’s who should be inducted, and who shouldn’t. And before anyone starts ranting and raving I know music is subjective, but rock and roll is not, so here goes:
Out: Bad Brains, Chaka Kahn, Chic, Depeche Mode (can anyone name one of their songs beside “Personal Jesus?”, Jane’s Addiction, Janet Jackson, Joan Baez (we said rock and roll not folk), Joe Tex, Kraftwerk, MC5, Steppenwolf (take a magic carpet ride outta here boys), the Zombies, and Tupac (if they build a hip hop/rap hall of fame you should be a charter member).
On the fringe: J. Geils Band (not my favorite even though their angel is a centerfold), and Journey (gets the ladies vote every time).
In: Electric Light Orchestra (I crank up “Fire on High” every time), Pearl Jam (“Better Man” one of my favorite songs from the grunge era), and Yes (Rick Wakeman is a genius).
Finally, a little advice for the young bloods who insist on wearing slim fit suits. Make sure the sleeves and pants are long enough. It’s bad enough you look like you’ve been shoehorned (if you even know what those are) into your suit, but nobody needs to see your entire shirt cuff and you’re not preparing for a flood. And another thing… Brown is NOT the new black. So stop the ridiculous trend of wearing light brown shoes with a gray, charcoal, or navy suit.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it. At least for now.