Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Random Notes
• First things first, Kurt Warner: You just got cut. Where's Jesus now?
And by the way, whoever wrote the blurb on that page: Nobody has called Kurt Warner's Super Bowl win the "greatest single-season sports story in history!" I've got at least one thousand and nine examples of things greater.
• Bonds. Barry Bonds. I'll say it again: He will hit .400 this year. No: He'll hit .410 this year.
• A mini-rivalry: Matt over at The New Giant Thrill sent me an e-mail instructing me to hop aboard the "Cheechoo Train." Matt, I must say I will not. The Tumbling Snow rolls on. If sharks had blowholes I'd tell them to shove something in their blowholes. This will be a good series, and Colorado will win in six games, continuing their playoff mastery over the last nine seasons.
• That "50 Worst Songs Ever Recorded list"? I haven't seen it all, but my contributions would include "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" (the title alone is horrendous) by The Proclaimers, "Afternoon Delight" (of course) by the Starland Vocal Band, and "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off" by Jermaine Stewart. "We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh no. We could dance and party all night and drink some cherry wine, uh huh." Shut up.
But I agree with the #1 slot. "We Built This City" by Jefferson Airplane/Jefferson Starship/Starship is a rightful choice as the worst song ever. I mean, the lyrics! If they are indeed talking about San Francisco, I am going to come out and say that San Francisco was not built on rock and roll. First off, it was built on hills. Long, steep hills. Some of which have windy roads on them. Now, if they wrote a song about how San Francisco was built on the prospect of finding some sort of soft, yellow, corrosion-resistant, malleable and ductile metal, one that, oh, I dunno, occurs in veins and alluvial deposits and is recovered by mining or by panning or sluicing, then I'd say, maybe you've got something recordable.
And by the way, whoever wrote the blurb on that page: Nobody has called Kurt Warner's Super Bowl win the "greatest single-season sports story in history!" I've got at least one thousand and nine examples of things greater.
• Bonds. Barry Bonds. I'll say it again: He will hit .400 this year. No: He'll hit .410 this year.
• A mini-rivalry: Matt over at The New Giant Thrill sent me an e-mail instructing me to hop aboard the "Cheechoo Train." Matt, I must say I will not. The Tumbling Snow rolls on. If sharks had blowholes I'd tell them to shove something in their blowholes. This will be a good series, and Colorado will win in six games, continuing their playoff mastery over the last nine seasons.
• That "50 Worst Songs Ever Recorded list"? I haven't seen it all, but my contributions would include "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" (the title alone is horrendous) by The Proclaimers, "Afternoon Delight" (of course) by the Starland Vocal Band, and "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off" by Jermaine Stewart. "We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh no. We could dance and party all night and drink some cherry wine, uh huh." Shut up.
But I agree with the #1 slot. "We Built This City" by Jefferson Airplane/Jefferson Starship/Starship is a rightful choice as the worst song ever. I mean, the lyrics! If they are indeed talking about San Francisco, I am going to come out and say that San Francisco was not built on rock and roll. First off, it was built on hills. Long, steep hills. Some of which have windy roads on them. Now, if they wrote a song about how San Francisco was built on the prospect of finding some sort of soft, yellow, corrosion-resistant, malleable and ductile metal, one that, oh, I dunno, occurs in veins and alluvial deposits and is recovered by mining or by panning or sluicing, then I'd say, maybe you've got something recordable.
