Interesting take. That would mean he's trying to temper expectations, telling us not to expect a home-run guy like Donovan.
Well said, Fido.
Fun fact: the Reds are currently 43-29 since the 2016 All-Star break.
Not saying that they're going to compete this year, but they're stocked with young (if unproven) arms, and it looks like Price has changed his bullpen strategy around to best handle their current situation. Iglesias and Lorenzen will be starters one day, but by transitioning them to the 'pen, the Reds have shored themselves up a bit -- and provided themselves a bit of insurance should their starters have a bad day (like on Monday, when Price pulled his erratic starter with no outs in the 3rd, and the bullpen retired 21 straight batters).
Granted, this has left the Redlegs short-handed on the bench, but guys like Scooter Gennett have been playing well enough that it's not hurting us. Eventually, the pitchers and bench bats will come down to Earth a bit, and so will their record. But the point is that this is a YOUNG team (with a large majority of the players under control for the next few years), and a good showing this year (like last year's OSU team) portends very good things for the future.
So enjoy it -- even if the hot streak doesn't last. It's still fun to watch a young team come into its own.
The 2010 kits were different. They were a '60s throwback. The 2010 alts v. Michigan were the 1942 throwbacks.
Yeah. I think Van's whole "white soul" thing is way overblown. His work with Them in the mid-'60s was definitely white soul, and you can say the same for Blowin' Your Mind! (his first solo record, featuring "Brown Eyed Girl" and the criminally-underrated "T.B. Sheets" -- which featured prominently in Scorsese's Bringing Out The Dead), but everything after that was far more jazzy and, well, esoteric.
Thanks for the post, Nellie. Moondance is one of my favourite records. Speaking of "Caravan", here's Van playing it live with The Band during The Last Waltz. I've probably posted this 5 or 6 times over the years, but I don't care. Rockette-kicking Van Morrison being backed by The Band is the best kind of Van Morrison.
In 2014, the wife and I went to Morgantown to watch WVU take on CFP shoo-in TCU (lololololololol). In the closing minutes of a really close, hard fought game, I watched in horror and disbelief as WVU insisted on running their standard no-huddle, hurry-up offense while clinging to a one-score lead -- routinely snapping the ball with 15-20 seconds still on the play clock.
You know the rest of the story. TCU had multiple opportunities to take the lead -- which they ultimately did -- and won the game because of it.
Also: you should have totally called this article "Clockblocked".
As always, I'm with you, BT. MGP's juice (95% rye, 5% barley) is widespread for two reasons:
- They were one of very few distilleries that actually had widespread stocks of rye when it started taking off
- It's fucking good
I got into rye with Bulleit, and since then I've sampled many ryes sourced from there. James E. Pepper, Redemption, Lock Stock and Barrel, and Dickel...they're all great -- and they all taste unique. Sure, some aren't worth the money (looking at you, Lock Stock); but it's damned good stuff.
But while I couldn't care less where it comes from, I do get annoyed at the lack of transparency (paging Templeton). If you've got MGP juice, just say so. The spirit is only part of the equation; what you do in the barrel is equally important (arguably more).
It's your last day on Earth. What are you eating/drinking?
Metaphorically speaking, what cocktail would you say best personifies you?
Underrated? Let's go with one of my favorite black comedies, Ravenous -- a delicious little horror number about cannibals in the Sierra Nevadas in the 1850s.
And then there's one I just saw recently, Youth, by Paolo Sorrentino. Starring Michael Caine, Harvey Keitel, Rachel Weisz, and Paul Dano, it's essentially a series of beautiful vignettes -- loosely strung together by a plot about an ageing composer (Caine) at an Alpine health retreat. Really strange, but fascinating and beautiful. Here's the trailer, I highly recommend you check it out.
Don't really care what they call it; I'm just hoping it's a more Rogue One than The Force Awakens.
If any freshman starts, I think it's going to be Davis at Guard. Sounds like Davis is a helluva technician already, while Myers has some work to do in pass pro.
But yeah, I'm doubting we see any true freshman starting on the line.
Wu Tang vs. The Beatles, "Enter The Magical Mystery Chambers"
Thank you for posting the Stripes' version of this song. It's one of their masterpieces. Jack is a blowtorch; and in few performances is that ever more evident than this one.
Also, here's them doing Leadbelly.
"I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lying; all the salty margaritas in Los Angeles—I'm gonna drink 'em up."
My all-time favourite Zevon tune—just barely edging past "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner".
Sorry, wrong writer. It was Carl Hiassen. Here's the story I'm referring to. (source: NYT)
Most of his friends from this period had no idea of the wreckage caused by Mr. Zevon’s early alcoholism. After years of hair-raising benders (many of them described in the book), he became sober for 17 years, only to be thrown off the wagon by a diagnosis of certain death. These last megabinges shamed Mr. Zevon and angered some of his new friends. “I said the one thing this guy should not do is die a cliché,” says the writer Carl Hiaasen, who worried that Mr. Zevon’s two children would have to read about their father’s fatal drug overdose in a newspaper. But they didn’t. And he had three months to get acquainted with twin grandsons.
Yeah, that bit about his author buddies is one of my favorite tidbits about the guy. Apparently, he fractured a lot of those relationships when he realized his diagnosis was terminal, though. He'd been clean for years, but as soon as he learned he was dying, he started abusing painkillers and drinking again. I guess Stephen King thought he was going to die of an overdose before the cancer killed him.
"These wheels keep turning, but they're running out of steam."
Man, that lyric gets me every single time.
Yeah. He and Letterman went way back (Zevon used to fill in for Schaeffer as band leader on occasion), so when he was dying, Letterman had him on as the show's only guest. And what a show it was.
Apparently, after the show, the two guys were back stage, making small talk as Warren was packing up his guitar. All the sudden, he snaps shut the case and hands it to Letterman, saying something along the lines of "Take good care of this." And Letterman lost it.
Not sure if he tells the story here, but this is from one of Letterman's last shows, where he has Dawes come in and play the one song he couldn't get Warren to do that night, "Desperadoes Under the Eaves". It's a magnificent cover.
Enjoy every sandwich.
"I don't think, anyway, that there's a whole lot to know about him prior to his Excitable Boy album"
The album that preceded Excitable Boy (many refer to it as his first, but technically he dropped one in the late '60s that no one cared about), the eponymously-titled Warren Zevon is a fantastic record. I highly recommend it -- especially if you dig the sound on Excitable Boy. His sound got too synth-heavy for me in the '80s, but these two records are some of my all-time favorites.
Here's some of the choicest cuts off that record. (Honorable mentions not included, "Frank and Jesse James", "Mohammed's Radio")
"Desperadoes Under The Eaves"
"Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me"
Explosions In The Sky played the Newport a few months back, and I'm still pissed I missed it.
Good to see I'm not the only Mono fan out there! Bought Under The Pipal Tree about 6 months ago, and it's been a staple for me since then.
"L'America" and "Jackie Says" were my introduction, but "Kidnapper Bell" is all time, man.
This Will Destroy You may have been the band that got me into Post Rock, but it was Explosions In The Sky that really made me love it. I remember cruising a trail at Seven Springs (ski resort outside Pittsburgh) while listening to "A Poor Man's Memory"; I was having a nice relaxed jaunt, carving my way down the mountain, when the trail gave way to some steeps -- right as the song hit its climax at 4:45. I'll never forget bombing that run at breakneck speed, crouched in a tuck, with my ass inches from the snow -- as the sonic bombast of the song's finale completely encircled me.
Effing bliss, man. That was, like, two or three years ago, and I still remember it as clear as day.
Not sure if you're big into instrumentals or not; but if you are, I'd heartily recommend giving post-rock a whirl.
It's kinda like the bastard child of alt. rock, hardcore metal, and a film score -- without any of the bulimia-induced vocals. I stumbled across it in college, and it's been one of my favorite genres ever since. It's equally at home on your car stereo or your headphones (if you're into skiing/snowboarding, it's the tits on the slopes), and for tasks as disparate as chores to working. Just a heads-up, some of these songs can get pretty long (upwards of 20 minutes), but it's not stoner metal, so it's not going to bludgeon you to death with the same riff over and over again.
Here are a few of my favorites:
"Storm" - Godspeed You! Black Emperor (Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven, 2002)
"A Poor Man's Memory" - Explosions in the Sky (Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Live Forever, 2001)
"Mogwai Fear Satan" - Mogwai (Young Team, 1997)