
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
'Rain' on Their Parade

John Crowley directs with restraint, elegance and limited imagination. Working with the accomplished team of Scott Pask (scenery and costumes), Hugh Vanstone (lighting) and Mark Bennett (music and sound), he occasionally has Joey and Denny’s memories assume three-dimensional form, with mean streets and forbidding woods materializing from the darkness behind them. He needn’t have bothered. Nobody goes to “A Steady Rain,” which ends its hot-ticket limited run on Dec. 6, to look at scenery. The woman with whom I saw the show made her priorities clear afterward, and they are doubtless shared by many. If only, she said, the play had been set in a police station locker room, where the characters might frequently change clothes. As it was, she was thankful for the small mercy that, toward the play’s end, Craig finally removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. (Via NYT)

Dead On

Music Box: Prefab Sprout





After something so moving and so epic, it seemed to make sense that it would take seven years for a follow-up. (Who wouldn't be exhausted after that epic of an album???) But what a disappointing one 1997's "Andromeda Heights" was. The songs are a little less sophisticated and a lot more more syrupy, but it's the Kenny G-style saxophone that ruins nearly half of them, giving them an easy listening sheen they desperately do not need.

A few years ago, my friend Greg Jelinek and I set out to produce the ultimate Prefab Sprout rarities CD. The 43-song "Mine All Mine" was the end result, an epic collection of b-sides, outtakes and live tracks that still makes me wonder how this many good songs could have been left off the band's proper albums. That I never got to see them live is high on my list of musical regrets. (FYI: There's a great fan site is HERE.)



Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Say Cheese!



'If You Say 9/11 ONE More Time ...'

"This is not about 9/11," Judge Stephen Robinson said at a pretrial conference. He said the attack was irrelevant to allegations that former police commissioner accepted apartment renovations from a construction company in exchange for recommending the company for city contracts. (Are there fan clubs for judges? LOVE him!)
Now if only this judge could do something about W., Cheney, Giuliani (insert GOP candidate here) ...
'Chinatown' Justice

The real moral of this sad story is that the second judges begin to renege on plea bargains is the second the justice system crumbles.
A Love Story for 'Capitalism'

One Order of Identity Theft, Coming Up

A Fake in Bradys Clothing

Blame the Victim-izer

Read my update HERE.
With Friends LIke This ...

Monday, September 28, 2009
Pants on Fire


Earlier that day, she wrote Biserta: “I miss your lips!”
“Want you,” the smoke eater replied.
“Mmm, can’t wait!!!!!!!!!”" she texted.
Biserta, clearly indicated they had had a firehouse hookup in the past, then wrote: "If your [sic] in Brooklyn you can stop by. [It] won’t be like last time so I wouldn’t even bother ... it’s usually not that quiet around the fh [firehouse] but we’ll work something out ..."
I don't know about you, but this white-trash love triangle has me on fire ...

Hire Education

Incest Is Best (for Ratings, Anyhow)

Like I did, Stanley notes Mack's "surprisingly matter-of-fact" recounting of the whole thing ("as a public service she wanted to tell the world that she willingly had sex with her rock-singer father, John Phillips"), how Mack "could hardly have offered viewers anything less" if she wants to sell her memoir, and Oprah's "polite but wary distance" from her guest, "as if bracing herself for the possibility that the story could be discredited." (Having finally heard that several people who aren't Mackenzie or people Mackenzie told -- like Denny Doherty's daughter and Owen Cass -- knew about the affair in the '80s has finally convinced me that she's being truthful, for whatever that's worth.)
Stanley ends with this wonderful thought:
Winfrey, who looked dismayed and quizzical throughout the narrative, couldn’t help asking when it was that Phillips realized, “how wrong and vulgar and shaming this all was." Wrong, vulgar and shaming. That’s the least of it, but these days, in Hollywood and Washington, it’s the price of re-entry.
Speaking of which, it seems Mack has landed herself a job on VH1's "Celebrity Rehab" (way to go, Dr. Drew!), which might explain why sis Chynna jumped on the Jesus bandwagon. (Can I come, too?)
On the Rag, Vol. 57
A look at what's making news in New York and L.A.'s free gay rags:


RIP: William Safire
Years later, Safire called Hillary Rodham Clinton a “congenital liar” in print. Clinton said she was offended only for her mother’s sake. But a White House aide said that Bill Clinton, “if he were not the president, would have delivered a more forceful response on the bridge of Mr. Safire’s nose.” Safire was delighted, especially with the proper use of the conditional.
Morning Wood: Latin Lovers Edition



The inside is nearly as good, with some new and familiar faces to start you morning off right:



It's Kenny With a K, Not Denny With a D ...

Sunday, September 27, 2009
Better Off Red?

