Jesca Hoop, unplugged.
A line about the former fishwrap of record that I have been tossing off all weekend at various spots eastside and west, and you're welcome to it:
"It's like the Times spotted some people outside the moat with slingshots aimed at them, totally panicked, and decided not only to destroy their own castle stone by stone but also specialize in slingshot development."
Something I can believe and not believe: how many people I keep running into who are fans of Rodger Jacobs and Carvers Dog. Most are simply patiently awaiting his return to LA as we once awaited Dexter Gordon's return from Europe.
Something I'm progressively more astonished by: the prescience of this book by Stephen Duncombe--Dream: Re-imagining Progressive Politics in an Age of Fantasy. I re-read it a week ago, it reads like a history of the Obama campaign. It remains, in my opinion, the best of the "re-create the left" books, strongly contending in the derby that includes Frank's What's the Matter with Kansas? and Lakoff's Don't Think of an Elephant.
Happy stately birthday to John Shannon, whose most recent book, The Devils of Bakersfield, has been reviewed by the Arizona Republic but not the local former fishwrap of record, and who can figure out why not?
Local Columbia Records exec to me, Thanksgiving night: "You like her? Well, we signed her, but let her go last week, because she only sold 15,000 cds. You like her [another her...]? Well, we let her go too..."