The World Famous in Minnesota Show returned to the VBC after a long hiatus. This week on the show, we found out that the reports of Steve Job’s demise were premature. We reveal who SNL grabbed from the pool of potential hosts for the premier of 34th Season, and we went to the Fatherland for a real life X-File.
2 pm
Driven To Tears – The Police
Heaven – Los Lonely Boys
Coming Home – 88
Caravan (Live) – Van Morrison (From At the Movies)
Wonderwall – Oasis
Step Outside – Pete Best Band
Blood Red Blood – Voxtrot
Devil’s Dance Floor – Flogging Molly
Burn You Up, Burn You Down – Peter Gabriel (Big Blue Ball)
Bell Bottom Blues – Derek and the Dominos
Come Around – Counting Crows
Lie To Me – Tom Waits
3pm
Beautiful World – Colin Hay
Skinny Love – Bon Iver
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For – U2
Moving in Stereo – Cars
Harmonicas and Tambourines – Hot Hot Heat
No Hiding Place – Elvis Costello and the Imposters
Pain Lies on the Riverside – Live
Grounds for Divorce – Elbow
London Calling – Clash
Shout – De Novo Dahl
Stuck to You – Nikki Costa
Birmingham - Amanda Marshall
28 August 2008
11 August 2008
Goodbye, Children
I was quite saddened to hear that Isaac Hayes died earlier today. To me, he was more than the voice of Chef, or the guy who sang “Shaft”. Isaac Hayes and David Porter wrote “Hold On, I’m Comin’,” the song that got me into blues.
I had the honor to meet Isaac and David about a month ago at the Conclave in Minneapolis. They were being honored by BMI for their accomplishments as a song writing duo. Isaac, who had suffered a stroke last year, was slow to answer questions, but was proud of the fact that he was still performing. After that session was over, I walked over to him, shook his hand, and thanked him for the music he and David had created. He smiled, thanked me for listening, and gave me his autograph. It now has a place of honor in my music room.
On The Show, this week, I will honor Isaac with one of the songs he wrote.
I had the honor to meet Isaac and David about a month ago at the Conclave in Minneapolis. They were being honored by BMI for their accomplishments as a song writing duo. Isaac, who had suffered a stroke last year, was slow to answer questions, but was proud of the fact that he was still performing. After that session was over, I walked over to him, shook his hand, and thanked him for the music he and David had created. He smiled, thanked me for listening, and gave me his autograph. It now has a place of honor in my music room.
On The Show, this week, I will honor Isaac with one of the songs he wrote.
Sing a Little More
Over the weekend, D and I went to see Flogging Molly at the Irish Fair. As always, they put on a great show. I was starting to worry a little near the end of the show, as they hadn’t performed Black Friday Rule, which they played in encore.
04 August 2008
You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello
This last weekend was one of mixed emotions at the Ian Shane compound. We added, and then had to subtract to the cast of characters.
D and I adopted a seven year old Jack Russell Terrier (or Jack Russell Terrorist) on Saturday. Her name is Claire, and she has already made herself at home. She is a little overweight, but I think that D and I will have her down to ideal weight in no time. We got a good start by taking her to the Uptown Art Fair and walking her for a good portion of the afternoon. She and our other dog, Abbott seem to be getting along.
Saturday night, however, we lost our last surviving rat, Louise. She died of complications from an apparent stroke she suffered last week. Her cage mate, Thelma, passed away two months ago.
D and I adopted a seven year old Jack Russell Terrier (or Jack Russell Terrorist) on Saturday. Her name is Claire, and she has already made herself at home. She is a little overweight, but I think that D and I will have her down to ideal weight in no time. We got a good start by taking her to the Uptown Art Fair and walking her for a good portion of the afternoon. She and our other dog, Abbott seem to be getting along.
Saturday night, however, we lost our last surviving rat, Louise. She died of complications from an apparent stroke she suffered last week. Her cage mate, Thelma, passed away two months ago.
01 August 2008
I Want to Believe
No, this is not a review of the new X-Files movie, although I have seen it. It’s actually one of those movies you can’t review. It wasn’t bad, and it wasn’t good—all at the same time. I don’t know how this can happen (I think that the United States Government has a lot to do with it). When a movie is like that, it doesn’t lend it self well to a review. It becomes a dull read.
No, this entry has a far more sinister meaning than people being compelled to see David Duchovny sans shirt at the age of 97 (or how ever old he is). It’s about the Chicago Cubs.
I think that it’s fair to note that I have two baseball teams. I have been a Cubs fan since I was six years old, and I became a Red Sox fan soon after I started watching “Cheer’s” (and since Major League, I will always have a soft spot for the Indians). So until 2004, I felt the pain on both sides, especially right after both the Cubs and Red Sox lost their championship series that they should have won the year before. Since then, the Sox have won two commissioner’s trophies, and the Cubs have…well, been the Cubs.
Even after watching the Cubs sweep the Brewers, building a cozy five game lead over both Milwaukee and the hated St. Louis Cardinals, and hearing the youthful optimism of friend and fellow Cubs sufferer “The Reach”, I am really fighting the urge to get excited.
I want to believe. But I just can’t.
I’ve been down that road before. I was convinced that the Cubs would have clobbered the Tigers in the clandestine World Series in 1984, but they found the worst time to lose three games straight to the Padres. San Diego went on to get bounced in five games. One game away. That’s all they were…ONE—FLIPPIN’—GAME. All I got out of this “lesson of life”, as my father called it, was an empty promise of “next year” and Harry Caray rapping.
Then there was 1989, which seemed like a good year for redemption…Then San Francisco proved that they were the superior team, and the one best suited to get waxed in the series…again in five games.
I didn’t really get fired up for 1998, although that was my last trip to Wrigley (Sammy hit 49 off of Orel Hershiser that day), or 2001, but 2003 was a different story. They had the best pitching tandem that I have ever seen in Cubs pin stripes. They were playing a Florida team that was just lucky to even make the playoffs. I call my IMed my friend Ben in California that we were only nine outs away from a dream. All would be forgiven—Lee Durham in 1984, trading Dave Kingman, letting Greg Maddox go. Nine outs away…
And then—
I sat and watched as the Cubs gave the game to the Marlins. I sat in my living room (with my ex-girlfriend there) and buried my face in my hands.
“Dear God…not again.”
And then, like Keyser Soze…it was gone. Florida went on to win the World Series, which was their second in six years, and the Cubs were now 95 year losing streak. It wasn’t fair, and it still isn’t. I know that many Cub fans have forgiven Bartman…but I just can’t. Not now, not ever.
Unless—
Well, I want to believe. But I just can’t.
No, this entry has a far more sinister meaning than people being compelled to see David Duchovny sans shirt at the age of 97 (or how ever old he is). It’s about the Chicago Cubs.
I think that it’s fair to note that I have two baseball teams. I have been a Cubs fan since I was six years old, and I became a Red Sox fan soon after I started watching “Cheer’s” (and since Major League, I will always have a soft spot for the Indians). So until 2004, I felt the pain on both sides, especially right after both the Cubs and Red Sox lost their championship series that they should have won the year before. Since then, the Sox have won two commissioner’s trophies, and the Cubs have…well, been the Cubs.
Even after watching the Cubs sweep the Brewers, building a cozy five game lead over both Milwaukee and the hated St. Louis Cardinals, and hearing the youthful optimism of friend and fellow Cubs sufferer “The Reach”, I am really fighting the urge to get excited.
I want to believe. But I just can’t.
I’ve been down that road before. I was convinced that the Cubs would have clobbered the Tigers in the clandestine World Series in 1984, but they found the worst time to lose three games straight to the Padres. San Diego went on to get bounced in five games. One game away. That’s all they were…ONE—FLIPPIN’—GAME. All I got out of this “lesson of life”, as my father called it, was an empty promise of “next year” and Harry Caray rapping.
Then there was 1989, which seemed like a good year for redemption…Then San Francisco proved that they were the superior team, and the one best suited to get waxed in the series…again in five games.
I didn’t really get fired up for 1998, although that was my last trip to Wrigley (Sammy hit 49 off of Orel Hershiser that day), or 2001, but 2003 was a different story. They had the best pitching tandem that I have ever seen in Cubs pin stripes. They were playing a Florida team that was just lucky to even make the playoffs. I call my IMed my friend Ben in California that we were only nine outs away from a dream. All would be forgiven—Lee Durham in 1984, trading Dave Kingman, letting Greg Maddox go. Nine outs away…
And then—
I sat and watched as the Cubs gave the game to the Marlins. I sat in my living room (with my ex-girlfriend there) and buried my face in my hands.
“Dear God…not again.”
And then, like Keyser Soze…it was gone. Florida went on to win the World Series, which was their second in six years, and the Cubs were now 95 year losing streak. It wasn’t fair, and it still isn’t. I know that many Cub fans have forgiven Bartman…but I just can’t. Not now, not ever.
Unless—
Well, I want to believe. But I just can’t.
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