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July 9, 2003
I DIG THIS GUY'S WRITING
From one of my favorite bloggers (co-worker Phil):
Did anybody else catch Hardball last night? I'm not a regular scanner of the cable yaps, but I tuned in for a bit last night since it was such a big news day, and I must say, Chris Matthews was all up in the Bush White House--or, rather, on the poor Republican back-bencher sent to flack on their behalf. Matthews used all the tricks: sharp interruptions, staccato repeating of charges, sarcastic hypothetical explanations, grandstanding defenses of democracy--it was beautiful! Rahm Emmanuel, batting for the D's, could just chill out and watch, knowing Matthews would give him plenty of time to make his points. For a moment I understood what conservatives must feel watching O'Reilly. I nearly swooned! Then...I felt rather ashamed. Then, I felt strong and cocky again! I cautiously tried a fist-pump...Yes! I might've even gone "Woot! Woot! Woot!" but I didn't want to wake the baby.
Phil goes on to write:
Can anyone tell me what the actual name is for the radio format that isn't Classic Rock or Alternative Metal or Teen Pop or Teen Punk or Oldies or Eighties or Country; the one that, like, purports to be "alternative," but isn't actually rock, or even any fun? You know the one: They play Tori Amos, Tom Petty, Bonnie Raitt, Sarah MacghLacghlacghn, Warren Zevon, Tracy Chapman, U2, some very uptight blues, various dull-earnest alt-country acts, and a bunch of anonymous, vaguely cranky, highly literate "singer/songwriters" who've been hepped to drum machines and the paradoxes of modern life. What is that radio format? Because, frankly, I think it's the one I hate the most. If you're still wondering what bobos are, listen to said station in your area. Bunch of self-satisfied, politically correct softies wearing hemp clothes and sandals, drinking decaf lattes, reading novels.
How is it that there's a radio format for every slice of every genre except what's actually Good?
To comment on the above snippets, as well as to read co-worker Phil's latest thoughts on MTV's The Real World, vist the PuddingTime blog by clicking here (look for the post titled "grab bag").
Posted by Mikal at July 9, 2003 12:41 PM
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Lisa: "I've never heard of these bands, Mom. What kind of music do they play?"
Bart: "Crap rock?"
Marge: "No ..."
Homer: "Wuss rock?"
Marge: "That's it."
I think that format is called KBCO. If you've been to Boulder, CO, you need no further explanation. If you haven't, think all Counting Crows, all the time. Is Phil's blog named after that oh so tasty ditty by Primus, 'Pudding Time?' If so...mad props Phil. PS: I saw Les Claypool and Buckethead in concert last night. Les still rocks as hard as ever and Buckethead is truly one of the most amazing guitarists I've ever heard.
Matt: The Pudding Time blog is not Phil's. He is a guest blogger on that site. The site belongs to friend of Phil's, who ask Phil to fill in his thoughts whever he so pleases. Nonetheless, I'll make Phil aware of your comment (which I actually already made on the PuddingTime blog -- about KBCO, that is).
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