31 October 2007

Bone to be wild

Here's a hog that's scarier than Hogzilla. This was created by an Auburn-based custom cycle shop called The Crypt, and, since it's clearly bad-ass, there's not much more to say. Except "Happy Halloween."

Trick or treat? (Definitely trick)

Here are our costumes from last Saturday night's party. And I'm sorry.

I call this one Jenndiana Jones.

I guess we see who's wearing the pants, eh? This was the best I could do, given the '80s theme and the uncanny coincidence that Tom Cruise and I are exactly the same height.

30 October 2007

Umm, errr...

I'm experiencing the strangest taste sensation ever right now.

Just popped open a can of soda that a co-worker gave me as a Halloween present. It's Jones Soda's candy corn cola. It's ... very odd. It tastes kind of like drinking cane syrup in carbonated form.*

Now, why I'm doing this after eating the most wonderful five-course meal at Caffe Amici I can't answer, except that I needed something with which to take my cholesterol meds, particularly after the five-course dinner...

(So I confess what I've done to Jenn, who says, "You just anally raped your dinner.")

*which is what it is, upon examining the ingredients...

Tin roof ............ rusted!

The B-52's are putting out a new record, "Funplex," due Feb. 26.

I had a quick progression of thoughts on hearing the news: Would the outside world be reawakened to the still-vibrant Athens scene? Could they recapture the magic of "Rock Lobster" after all these years? Does Kate still look hot?

But the perspective we probably need is this: It's been 16 years since the band's last studio record. How many bands were still putting out good records 16 years after their first -- not even U2, sadly -- much less 29 years after their debut? I fear the worst, but I hope to be proven wrong.

29 October 2007

Cheadle in a haystack

Seems like every movie I've been to lately has featured a preview of Don Cheadle's "Talk To Me," which looks wonderful. Just kept waiting and waiting for the release.

Well the release is tomorrow. On DVD.

My first thought was, as always, "Carmike is populated with a bunch of idiots for not bringing this film here." But I guess it's not solely the chain's fault this time. The film never opened wider than 200 screens, even though it was well-reviewed, stars Don Cheadle, and has a support cast that includes Cedric the Entertainer and Mike Epps. What up?

28 October 2007

Sunday Spins

Nursing a bit of a post-Halloween party hangover and ended up worshipping the porcelain god in a different way. What I mean is, I finished touching up the trim in the new bathroom and was able to reinstall the toilet in there. It's gorgeous already, but I'll save the pics for when the clawfoot tub's in there too. So stay tuned. That's probably two weeks away.

So here's what was in the CD carousel while I was working:

* Jonathan Byrd, "The Waitress": Saw this guy, whose reminiscent of early Shawn Mullins, perform at the bygone Playwright Cafe in C-town.

* Van Morrison, "His Band and His Street Choir": I wanted to play "St. Dominick's Preview," but the disc wasn't in the case. This one's a fine disc, though, with "Domino," "Crazy Face," and "I'll Be Your Lover, Too."

* Ethan Daniel Davidson, "Bootleg Series Vol. 1": This folkie lived in Alaska for a while, but now he tours the country giving away his CDs to anyone who wants them. He's played The Loft a few times. Check out his "Talkin' San Francisco Dot-Com Kid Massacre."

* Mott the Hoople, "Super Hits": Pretty sad that a "best of" compilation stands at just 10 brief songs, eh? Singer Ian Hunter is probably best known these days for penning "Once Bitten, Twice Shy." Yeah, the song Great White made a hit later...

* Blondie, "The Best of Blondie": "The Tide Is High" is a wonderful song, sort of proto-ska. But "Call Me" is one of the best songs by anyone ever.

26 October 2007

Berry unfortunate

Halle Berry proved again that, though beautiful and likable, she might not be too bright. (The first best evidence was her accepting the role of "Catwoman," allegedly after reading the script.) At a taping for "The Tonight Show" last Friday, she showed a computer-altered image of herself with a giant schnoz and said, "Here's where I look like my Jewish cousin."

The Spin Doctor advises her to issue the following press release:

"Ms. Berry greatly regrets insulting Jewish people with her off-the-cuff remark. She does not wish to further such superficial stereotypes. She knows, for instance, that Italian people also have giant noses."

Ed.: I decided to run a more traditional, hot picture of Halle, nabbed from this blog, which declares "Halle Berry's boobs are pregnant." Anyone who wants to see the distorted pic she showed on TV should go here.

A true sports hero

His name? Jacoby Ellsbury. Forget whoever drove in those 12 runs in Game 1 of the World Series. It's Ellsbury, the Red Sox centerfielder, who stole a base last night, earning everyone in America a free taco at Taco Bell next week.

As a result of a promotion, the company is giving everyone who claims one a free crunchy beef taco from 2-5 p.m. on Oct. 30. The craftier bargain hunters are already MapQuesting their routes through town to hit as many T-Bells as possible in a three-hour span. Anyone want in on the pool for how long until the fast "food" chain reports an earnings shortfall to shareholders?

My real beef (rim shot!) is that the giveaway is just a few scant hours before I'm due for a gourmet, five-course wine dinner at Caffe Amici. I'll be damned if I'm going to put a 50-cent taco when that space is better utilized by a petit filet mignon with roasted red pepper polenta.

25 October 2007

Dirty Potter, Book 6

It's nice to see that Rowling buckled under the pressure of my relentless expose of the filthiness of her "Harry Potter" series. Her revelation that Dumbledore is, in fact, gay, was no surprise to me, of course. Take this bit from Book 6, "Harry Potter and the Half-Hard Prince":

Page 336: "You see?" said Dumbledore quietly, holding his wand a little higher. ... "You will not object to getting a little wet?"
"No," said Harry.

Some of the book's other dirty bits can be found on...

Page 34: When Snape said nothing, Narcissa seemed to lose what little self-restraint she still possessed. Standing up, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of his robes. Her face close to his, her tears falling onto his chest, she gasped, "You could do it. You could do it instead of Draco, Severus." Snape caught hold of her wrists and removed her clutching hands. ... He said slowly, "He intends me to do it in the end, I think. But he is determined that Draco should try first."

Page 232: Hermione blushed. "Oh, all right then, I did it," she whispered. "But you should have heard the way he was talking about Ron and Ginny!"

Page 239: Pointing his wand at nothing in particular, he gave it an upward flick and said Levicorpus! inside his head. "Aaaaaaaargh!"

Page 286: "I can fix that," said Harry, landing beside the two girls, pointing his wand at Demelza's mouth...

Thankfully, there's only one of these nasty books left to expose. Stay tuned.

Previous lectures: Book 1, Book 2, Book 3, Book 4, Book 5

24 October 2007

"You throw me the idol, I throw you the whip!"

Since "Raiders of the Lost Ark" was pretty much a formative motion picture for me -- I was 11 when it came out -- you'd think I was all over "The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles" when they were on TV. For some reason, I never watched them too much. I think part of the problem is, I was 22 when the series started and it was aimed at younger eyes.

Nevertheless, I'm kind of excited about their release on DVD this week. The new set is pricey, with a MSRP of $130 for what's just the first 1/3rd of the complete collection. So I'm really hoping the public library picks up a set that I can check out.

And let's not forget that a fourth and allegedly final big-screen film about the globetrotting archaeologist is due out next year. Thanks, Cath, for sharing the story about the idiot extra on the set who leaked details to his hometown newspaper. You can read about that (sans spoilers) here.

23 October 2007


Because I'm old and senile, I've forgotten to post this for, like, almost two months. But here's a great lo-fi rootsy song composed and recorded by buddy Rob Addington and his co-worker Brant Slay. It's loaded with references to Ma Rainey, the 'Hooch and other regional schtuff.

Brant was half of Athens' Chickasaw Mud Puppies, if any oldtimers like me remember them. I used to see them at the venerable Sluggo's in Pensacola. It looks like Sluggo's is now a vegetarian restaurant. When I used to go, you wouldn't eat there, if you know what I mean... But they're still booking great music, like This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb, Ghost Mice and David Dondero.

While I'm rambling, I should mention that Rob's wife, Annie, does this wonderful blog about motherhood. Rob and Brant both work for The Nature Conservancy, and here's where you can find their song, "Stumble on the Fall Line." (Oh, and that's the Mud Puppies in the photo, not Rob.)

'Laughlin's' awful'n

Here's today's column, which is a look at three new TV shows that don't suck. Or don't totally suck, in the case of "Bionic Woman."

Meanwhile, 'Viva Laughlin' has been cut after only two eps and before I had a chance to watch it. But I gotta say, a musical with occasional guest appearances by Wolverine wasn't exactly making it into my pocket PC planner. Did they learn nothing from "Cop Rock"?

22 October 2007

Burying the lead

And oh yeah, Dumbledore's gay.

Which reminds me, my expose on Dirty Harry Potter Book Sex-I-Mean-Six will be here soon, so check back.

Here's Dirty Potter, Book 5 to tide you over.

Appropriate use of 3,000 square feet

Wowser. Someone's got too much time on his or her hands. And I'm envious.

Can't figure out how to embed this particular movie, but follow this link and watch. It's worth it. Doesn't say who the inventor is, but is suspect his name is Wallace and/or Gromit.

Thanks Vicki and John for passing it my way.

21 October 2007

Sufjan gets to the Alaska disc when?

Pretty sure it wasn't director Sean Penn's goal, but after watching "Into The Wild," all I wanted to do was pack up a few things, go back to Alaska, and get a little homestead property. Clean air, beautiful mountains, and no people.

The movie was good if maybe a bit too celebratory of a man who, let's face it, was probably half crazy. Still, it made me yearn to drop off the grid for a spell.

"Don't call me on the phone
Nothing there to keep me, baby
Sometimes I gotta roam
I'm goin' to Alaska"
-- Shawn Mullins, "Talkin' Goin' to Alaska Blues"

19 October 2007

He's magically suspicious

Cheeseball magician David Copperfield is being investigated in some sort of big sting, the AP reports. The FBI has raided his Los Vegas warehouse (called, seriously, the International Museum & Library of the Conjuring Arts), and has seized some $2 million from him.

My guess is it has something to with the disappearance of former fiancee Claudia Schiffer's taste in men.

But if this leads to an arrest, lots of luck getting the cuffs on him, or keeping him behind bars, I say.

18 October 2007

Star-powered 'Stardust'

I saw that the movie "Stardust" was leaving the cheapo theater tonight, so I scurried there after work to see it. Sorry I waited so long. Very sweet romance. Beautiful fantasy. And, as I've said before, Claire Danes is purty.

But the quick appearances by all of the star-studded cast members are what'll stick with me. Robert DeNiro's gruff pirate with a secret. Ricky Gervais' shopkeeper who's nearly as incompetent as his boss on the original British version of "The Office."

Rent it when it's out on divid and watch it with someone you love.

17 October 2007

Sign o' the Times

Here's a new one: The Hooters sign on Veterans Parkway has the middle "OTE" burned out.

What's that spell? HORS. As in,
(W)hores. ... Who says there's no truth in advertising?

Must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at my door
Whores in my bed"
-- The Pixies, "Hey"

Is truthiness a defense for liability?

More importantly, did you know that Stephen Colbert has officially announced his bid for presidency? He plans to run in -- and only in -- South Carolina. As both a Democrat and a Republican. And, like every modern presidential candidate, he can build a campaign foundation on a book tour in support of his new volume, title, "I Am America (And So Can You!)"

While this is funny and all, parody is too closely imitating life when again we get the candidate who exudes disdain and smarm instead of the smart guy with the real charisma. Jon Stewart would've been the people's choice for television politicomic pundit to run for office...

So while I'm making up words, the new candidate has a year to try to transform himself into Lincolbert (above). Lincoln was one of the most democratic Republicans of all time.

Here's a 2005 bit from the New York Times on Colbert's wonderful word, "truthiness."

16 October 2007

'Star Wars,' nothing but 'StAAAr Wars'...

So George Lucas has announced that he's beginning work on a television series based in his "Star Wars" universe. This was posted Friday on Entertainment Weekly's Hollywood Insider Web site.

The even better news, considering the disaster that he morphed the original films into, is that the series will have nothing to do with anyone named Skywalker. The best news of all? Lucas will reportedly write and produce only the first season, and then hand it off to other writers. And by "other" writers, I mean "real" writers.

The series is slated to debut in 2009.

Baby's got the bends

The fancy-schmancy Radiohead record poll closes in just a couple of hours, so vote whilst you can. It's over there in the right column, a bit below that sexy, sexy picture of me.

So vote, and then go to this link and download Gillian Welch's mahvelous bluegrass cover of "Black Star." You can find it on this music blog.

If you haven't already paid your nothing-$15 for "In Rainbows," what are you waiting for? It's a great record. Sonically, it's between "OK Computer" and "Kid A," and a little more intangible than "Hail to the Thief," which is good thing.

Sorry gang

The blog comments have been a free-for-all since I launched the blog, mostly because I hoped it would foster dialog, discussion and humor from the readers. But one particular dunderhead can't seem to understand that it's not the place for personal attacks -- against me, my wife, my friends, my co-workers or anyone else (save for the celebrities who deserve it and the editors of Seventeen magazine).

You've probably been reading the comments, so you probably know who we're talking about, although his/her alias has varied greatly. I've tried asking nicely. I've tried sarcasm. Yet the mean-spirited jabs, grotesque imagery and poor sportsmanship continue. I might even have let it slide if the posts were funny. But that was seldom the case.

Long story much shorter: Comments are now moderated. Sorry. They're still welcomed from anybody who'll follow the above rules. But only registered users can post them.

Please don't stop talking. Especially the dogs.

14 October 2007


...and then I had a taaaaaaaall martini and felt much better about the world.

(Only gin martinis count, by the way. And the dirtier, the better.)

Rear end in sight

Just got home from seeing "No End in Sight," a doc about the war in Iraq, consisting mostly of interviews with former and current U.S. officials (so mostly Republicans). Not much new, but it was incredibly sad and depressing.

I've already talked about my disappointment with Ken Burns' long WWII doc "The War." But perhaps the best thing I took away from that was about American ingenuity, as demonstrated by how we were able to ramp up equipment, supplies and weaponry for our soldiers when our nation was behind the effort. And that makes Rumsfeld look like a complete ass when he tells soldiers that the reason we can't get them armor for their Humvees is logistical, and not financial.

Not sure what the answer is over there. Columnist Joe Galloway, who honestly can be a bit of a blowhard but is the smartest former military man I know, says we have to pull out. "But what about all the damage we've done over there? What's our responsibility?" I asked. It simply can't be fixed, he said. It would be more of a disservice to stay than to leave, and the American body count will just grow if we don't.

Sorry for the rant. Sort of.

"We dont want no killing, Lord
I don't wanna see my brother die
We don't want no killing, Lord
I dont wanna to see my sister cry"
-- Violent Femmes, "No Killing"

12 October 2007

Holy crap, CHiPs sighting!

So Erik Estrada walks into the newsroom this morning. My enterprising self runs across to the garage to grab my helmet. There's a huge group of folks downstairs getting his autograph, but finally he looks at me and I say, "Can I get you to sign my helmet?"

"Sure thing, man. Let me take care of the ladies first."

Cool beans. The finished product:

That's right. "Be safe. Be cool. (signed) Erik Estrada. 'Ponch.' "

I didn't actually get my photo with him. But others clearly did, including Sandra O. and this woman who shall remain nameless...

Happy birthday to you

Today's my wife's birthday. She's three years younger than me, which makes her, per my Blogger profile, 97. So if you know Jenn and see her around today, or if you've ever posed as her on these message boards, wish her a happy day.

Mike Haskey took this loverly photo-magraph last year.

Todd Snider wrote the song I wish I'd written for my little hippie wife. (Except I hate Panic.)

"Conservative Christian, right-wing Republican straight, white, American male.
Gay-bashin’, black-fearin’, poor-fightin’, tree-killin’, regional leaders of sales.
Frat-housin’, keg-tappin’, shirt-tuckin’, back-slappin’ haters of hippies like me.
Tree-huggin’, peace-lovin’, pot-smokin’, porn-watchin’ lazy-ass hippies like me.
Tree-huggin’, love-makin’, pro-choicin’, gay-weddin’, Widespread-diggin’ hippies like me."
-- Todd Snider, "Conservative Christian Right Wing
Republican Straight White American Male"

10 October 2007

Moronic Moment of the Month*

*brought to you by Seventeen Magazine

It's was a particularly crap-tastic issue of Seventeen this month. Here are the worst moments...

First Runner Up:

Go ahead, young ladies, and eat that fat-loaded, glucose-heavy box of Whoppers. You just have to make out for an hour to work it off! The magazine doesn't specify if heavy petting burns the same calories as french kissing. Better do the heavy petting just to make sure...

Second Place:

This one comes from an entire page devoted to the wonders of plastic surgery, including obvious boob job proponent Kelly Pickler. And here's a girl who was so insecure about her nose that she got a rhinoplasty at age holycraptooyoung. Doctors make you feel better about yourself! (Take it from a guy with a Springsteenesque schnoz, sister, yours wasn't bad at all.)

Most Moronic:Always running late? Need to get out of the house in a hurry? Just remember the easy acronym suggested by the morons at Seventeen: PMILK. I mean, how do you even say that? Is it "pee-milk"? (Um, ewww...) Or maybe it's "puh-milk." I think the whole point of acronyms is to turn the end word into something you can remember.

Our planet is doomed.

* September's MMotM


That's right. Sexy is now spelled with a Z, like in Charlize.

Monstrously hot Charlize Theron was named sexiest woman alive in the new issue of Esquire, which arrived at my house yesterday. She's come along way in the nine years since "Mighty Joe Young."

I actually guessed who it was last month, and admitting why won't win me any cool points. There were a couple of clues in the magazine: One, that she wasn't American. And two, that her name was an anagram of the company that invented the remote control. Well, I'm a child of the '70s, and my dad's second career, after retiring from the Navy, was as a TV repairman. Yes, that's right, I knew Zenith invented the remote control. (Still not sure how they rearrange all the letters in the name, but the Z and the TH gave it away for me.)

Creepiest Charlize moment? When she kisses her alleged brother full on the lips in "Reindeer Games." That was even more of a turnoff than seeing her as an ugly mass-murderer in "Monster."

* More on the Esquire nomination (with another smoking-hot pic).
* More on the letter Z.

09 October 2007

Rad I/O Head

More thoughts on the Radiohead album give-away thing in today's column. I look at it in light of the courth ruling for the RIAA last week...

So Radiohead fans, what would you pay? I put a poll on the right of the page, just below the bio. Vote early and often, as they say at the polling places.

(I threw 4.9 pounds at 'em, which comes out to $10. But there's a service charge that kicked it up to about $11.)

08 October 2007

Deep-fried Pepsi

Seriously. Deep-fried Pepsi.

I'll, uh, be writing more about this in next week's column in the paper, rest assured. They actually put whipped cream on top.

This man has eaten many deep-fried food products
including this Pepsi, seconds after the photo was shot

Dr. Feelgood

I'm knee-deep in statistics on prescription drug addiction for a story, which makes this new list I just received from the fine folks at Spinner.com fitting. Or ironic. Or something.

It's a list of their 21 hardest partiers of all time, with top honors going, perhaps rightly, to Motley Crue. Their reasoning: "When they ran out of drugs, they injected Jack Daniels. When they ran out of booze, lead singer Vince Neil hopped in his car for a liquor run, crashed and killed his passenger, Hanoi Rock star Razzle. When they ran out of luck, they even died: Nikki Sixx was briefly pronounced dead after a 1987 heroin overdose."

Hendrix is notably missing, but maybe he handled himself well enough in public to get a pass. Anyway, here's the list, and commentary on the picks is here:
1. Motley Crue
2. Rick James
3. Keith Moon
4. Pete Doherty
5. Courtney Love
6. Lep Zeppelin
7. Jim Morrison
8. Ozzy Osbourne
9. Ol Dirty Bastard
10. The Rolling Stones
11. Sid Vicious
12. Amy Winehouse
13. Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
14. Britney Spears
15. Iggy Pop
16. Waylon Jennings
17. Stevie Nicks
18. Scott Weiland
19. Janis Joplin
20. Van Halen
21. Poison

07 October 2007

Sunday spins (sort of)

Got in from an out-of-town baby shower a little bit ago, so we missed the CD shuffle routine this morning. Instead, I'll share some of what Jenn and I listened to during the eight-plus hours in the car this weekend:

* Of Montreal
* ELO (shuttup. I love them)
* Sufjan Stevens
* Arcade Fire
* David Gray ("Flesh," which isn't one of his wussy albums)
* White Stripes and The Raconteurs

So it was good to catch up with some old friends, both at the shower and through the speakers. I'm going to sleep now.

05 October 2007

Sign o' the Times

Driving back from lunch today, I was coming down Warm Springs Road and saw that old ne'er-do-well watering hole called the Hitch-N-Post.

Only the readerboard by the street was missing a letter, making it the Itch-N-Post.

Food for thought...

The next Moronic Moment of the Month (brought to you, as always, by Seventeen magazine), will arrive early next week. Until then, here are a few random bits to digest:

* Microsoft announced that the new "Halo 3" video game earned $300 million in its first week of sales. IN IT'S FIRST WEEK. And that's on the second-place Xbox platform. Imagine what the next "Grand Theft Auto" title, on multi platforms, will rake in. The video gaming industry really is the new Hollywood, isn't it? Name me the last movie that earned $300M in a week...

* The RIAA won $222K from a woman who offered some 1,700 copyrighted songs on the Kazaa P2P network. That's a lot of money for music that included well, a lot of crap. Here's a good analysis of the ruling.

And here's last month's MMotM to hold you over to next week.

04 October 2007

It's Sinead, bitch

Sinead O'Connor told Oprah Winfrey today that she suffers from bipolar disorder -- even attempted suicide seven years ago, when she was 33. Anyway, the news will come as no surprise to anyone who'd listened to her "The Lion and the Cobra" record. I mean, no one can alternately screech and croon like that without fighting some sort of mental demons.

Anyway, apparently O'Connor's order of events was shaving her head, then going crazy. Which is the opposite of Britney Spears' tactic.

(If you don't know who Sinead O'Connor is, she's kind of like The Cranberries' Dolores O'Riordan on vocal steroids. If you don't know who The Cranberries are, then what the hell are you doing reading this blog?)

03 October 2007

Television tunnelvision

It's been a pretty lousy new TV season, by and large -- at least for someone who eschews the so-called "reality TV" so-called "genre." I had high hopes for "Bionic Woman," but it looks like the woman they cast as Jaime Sommers might kill the deal. Horrid, horrid acting. But I like the show's dark edge and new-millennium facelift. Maybe young Michelle Ryan will come along. I was also glad to see the creative premise of "Chuck," and my hopes were rewarded with a great pilot. Unfortunately, it was followed by a lackluster second ep. I'll give it another week to hit its running.

The last great hope for this season might be tonight, with ABC's "Pushing Daisies." It's kinda hard to explain. It's a procedural show, a romance and a black comedy about a man with the power to reanimate the dead -- at least temporarily. And it looks like it was filmed with the "Big Fish" color scheme. If not our new "Twin Peaks," it could at least be our new "Northern Exposure."

*"Pushing Daisies" is on tonight at 8 EDT, on ABC.

02 October 2007

'War'-ry warts

Just finished what was, I think, the 15th and final hour of Ken Burns' "The War" -- his doc on World War the Second. I'm a little bleary right now. Shell-shocked, as they would've said in the '40s.

It was good. It wasn't great.

While I learned a bunch of stuff I didn't know about the war, like the strategies that I'd somehow avoided and even the order of events, I was sort of disappointed at his superficial treatment of some of the subjects. The A-bomb, for instance, just appears, with no discussion of the time or science invested in its invention. There was also almost no information on why Germany, Japan and Italy began their campaign, as it starts with the U.S.'s entry at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Still, the individual stories were powerful.

And I can unequivocally say that the Norah Jones song is lousy. Overwrought, claustrophobically breathy and, well, hokey. Ugh.

Sign o' the Times

Driving back from Auburn yesterday, I see signs for two stores in the same shopping center. One business is called Big Blue, and it's a school bookstore, I believe. The other is a Hooters, and it's a place that serves scantily clad women with its chicken wings.

So the sign by the street says:


Make up your own joke here...

Maybe this is what they're talking about?

01 October 2007

It's the cops, it's the fuzz...

France has honored rock band The Police for -- here's the joke -- the "new sound" the band invented. The news story states the band were made "chevaliers of the order of the French republic." Sounds a little Star Warsy to me, young Jedi.

Meanwhile, a jealous Inspector Clouseau, who is a member of the original French police, is on the case trying to determine who stole the last 20 years from his country.

Police frontman Sting was quoted as saying, "Mephistopheles is not my name. My name is Pompous Ass."

Raised on the Radiohead

Breaking news, folks: Radiohead's new record will be released online on Oct. 10. Wooo-freaking-hooo!

According to this article on Relix, fans will be able to set their own fair price for the record before downloading it digitally. I guess it's no surprise that a band who would do an entire North American tour that avoided TicketMaster outlets would also give the big, digital middle finger to iTunes.

I heard a handful of these songs at Bonnaroo 2006, and I loved what I heard. Not as rocking as "Hail to the Thief" stuff, but very atmospheric. Or maybe that was just the influence of the clouds of pot all around us...