R.I.Pounding: Steve Albini

One of my favorite possessions is a poster advertising a gig by Albini’s Missoula band, Just Ducky.

Profoundly punk person.

More about sound than substance.

State of the Union

Wow.

Just. Wow.

More Than Eight Years Later, Another Bill Watterson Post

Which is to note that we discovered “The Mysteries” (his collaboration with John Kascht) in the perfect way —

Unexpected in one of those little “take a book leave a book” stands on a street.

No idea where it came from or who left it.

Not Going To Do an R.I.P., But …

Writing about music and sports taking some serious body blows right now …

This explains what a serious situation it is:

No More To See 2023

Let’s just say it was the end of an Era.

And We are ready to move Onward.

How It Works …

(“You’re the Man — get dressed, get out there and confront them and go ‘Grunt! Grunt!'”)

“Grunt! Grunt!”

[silence]

(“Now what?”)

(“Louder!”)

“GRUNT! GRUNT!”

“Uh ,,, OK, whaddaya want?”

(“What do we want?”)

(“whisperwhisperwhisperwhisper”)

Xmas Trimmings

In the past, we have usually hung a few (very sly, very attractive) decorations of skulls and devils on our tree. Not this year. Doves. Stars. Snowmen.

R.I.P.: Shane MacGowan

As rich and garrulous an obit as he could have wished:

Thanksgiving Omens

First float seen in Macy Parade:

Goku from “Dragonball Z”

OK — pleasant and neutral enough.

Absolute Highlight:

Cher performance. The one D wanted to come in and see.

Is she immortal?

Walking around the Reservoir, we saw people wearing Turkey Hats. (Check.)

Slide Away, Sly

(Sigh.) Reminder of how much I loved the prime recordings and how shattered I was when I attended what might have been the only Montana concert by the band. Such a bored, “who cares what theses lumps want” show that I almost never listened to him again.