Mike:
You know it's simply amazing that with newspapahs bleeding revenue and the
nationwide spigot of layoffs turned to 11
that
our favorite Curly Haired Boyfriend manages to stay gainfully employed.
Doug:
Ah, yes, the ol "Pieces of his mind" column. How unprecedented!
Al:
No, wait, now, guy, it's not just any "pieces of mind" column but a "icked-up pieces while still mourning John Updike, the greatest writer of them all and the man who wrote 'Picked-Up Pieces' . . ." column.
Mike:
Now that is to opening lines what Julio Lugo is to leadoff hitting.
Al:
The only reason I still read Shaughnessy is for the schedenfraude of knowing he can no longah sprinkle every piece he writes with Curse of the Bambino allusions.
Doug:
Yeah, but that doesn't mean other platitudes are off limits. Leave it do Dan-O to reach out for the lame-o "the 50th anniversary of
the day the music died" meme.
Mike:
Is that "music died" thing the absolute worst cliche in all of popular culture or what?
Doug:
Seriously. I mean music didn't die but flourished since that plane went down 50 years ago.
Al:
Yeah, it's not like without Holly, Valens, and the Big Bopper that there was no Elvis, no Wall-of-Sound, no Beatles nor Stones nor Led Zep …
Mike:
Or no Big Star, no Ramones, no Dolls, no Television, no Bowie, Iggy …
Doug:
No Clash, no Pistols, no Joy Division, no Sioxsie, no Nirvana, no Weezah …
Al:
No Marley, no Tosh, no Lee Perry
Doug:
Yeah, or no hit makahs like the Donna Summah, the Bee Gees, Michael Jackson, Madonna …
Mike:
No Run-DMC, no Public Enemy, no N.W.A., no Jay-Z ₊
Doug:
It's like this — Saying "the music died" with Buddy Holly is like saying the video gaming industry died when Atari discontinued
Pong.
