Archive: June, 2005
Well, some free, actually - iTunes giveways, Mp3 blog goodies, dupes of Inquirer dumpster diving finds. Oh yeah, a few songs ripped by my I'm-spending-$40,000-for-college-so-music-should-be-free nephew. A lot paid for, anyway. Most.
I do this accounting of my relative honesty after reading a clever bit of sleuthing by Cory Doctorow at Boing Boing. He found a 14-month old Downhill Battle Website that does a little figuring to shatter any illusions about where people are getting their music.
Some ancient scribes have found the future. And their Web site is a treat if you love reading grumpy old men at the top of their game. From Hot Type to Blog is a group cyberhome for retired newspapermen who tell stories long after deadline, steam over abuses of the English language, and apparently delight in being back in business.
So far I've read what it was like to work for R. Stanley Woodward, the infamous NY Herald Tribune sports editor, "a huge man with a high-pitched voice and Coke-bottle thick eye glasses," who couldn't abide by people belting home runs. They hit them.
Another post grouses about use of the word "sustainability" as if it belongs at the breakfast table. A third pays attention to an overlooked hero of Watergate, the security guard named Frank Wills who discovered the break-in that toppled a president.
A rumor with some legs.
Interviewed today in London, promoter Harvey Goldsmith confirmed Live 8 bigs would certainly consider adding Michael Jackson to the bill if the King of Pop approaches them. Jackson, of course, has recently found his schedule free, having been cleared Monday evening of abusing one of his young Neverland visitors.
"INNOCENT" is the first word that appears (not "Not Guilty"). A victory sign flashes, and we are welcomed into this Neverland of the mind, known as Michael Jackson's official MJJSource Web site.
Key dates appear - the birth of Martin Luther King Jr., the freeing of Nelson Mandela, the toppling of the Berlin Wall, and this day, June 13, 2005, when Michael Jackson was cleared of having molested one of his little friends.
(The classic scene from Fawlty Towers had John Cleese, as Basil, a bit off his game, and proceeding to insult the hell out the German tourists who had the bad fortune to be staying at his hotel)
Frank Rich began my weekend reading with the reminder that Deep Throat's "follow the money" advice came from screenwriter William Goldman, not W. Mark Felt. "This confusion of Hollywood's version of history with the genuine article would quickly prove symptomatic of the overall unreality of the Deep Throat coverage. Was Mr. Felt a hero or a villain? Should he "follow the money" into a book deal, and if so, how would a 91-year-old showing signs of dementia either write a book or schmooze about it with Larry King? How did Vanity Fair scoop The Post? How does Robert Redford feel about it all? Such were the questions that killed time for a nation awaiting the much-heralded feature mediathon, the Michael Jackson verdict."
(Or is it Angelina Jolie who's distracted us, the Inky's Dick Polman asks.)
Rich went on to observe that Richard Nixon and Watergate itself were glossed over in the coverage. As were the bad things Charles Colson and about 30 others did. Three years ago, on Watergate's 30th anniversary, an ABC News poll found that two-thirds of Americans couldn't explain what the scandal was. "Watergate has gone back to being the "third-rate burglary" of Nixon administration spin. It is once again being covered up."
We just watched the show, or listened to it on CNN. After the second not guilty, on a felony count that newsroom wags felt would tip which way the case was to go, Annette John-Hall started making these little noises, hands on her hips, walking backward: "do, do, DO, do."
Billie Jean is not my lover, indeed.
What is the ugliest album cover of all time? Blogcritics.org has some candidates.
We're taking suggestions, too.
Or, as the weekend approaches and our tail lights fade: