Speaking of music on TV, I know we’ve crowed a great deal about Elvis Costello’s Spectacle, on Sundance–all of whose episodes are available if you get “Free Movies on Demand”–but what is also really great is The Chris Isaak Show on the Biography show; it’s got an ever-so slightly more relaxed feel than Elvis’s show but otherwise it’s pretty much exactly the same deal, except with commercials. And it appears to be produced by my long lost friend and Cornell Daily Sun editor, David Wild. This week’s guest was the great Glenn Campbell.
Ok, that’s enough of me, here’s Pierce.
“When time’s were good/all your lovin’ was the same/When the goin’got rough/you hardly knew my name.”
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Point The First: The execrable Ari Fleischer had a session withMatthews on Hardball the other night that was a clinical experiment inwhat happens when a simple crackpot is confronted by an out-and-outsociopath. Fleischer lied and lied and lied some more, and Matthews satthere with the most curious look on his face. You could almost hear thescales falling from his eyes as loudly as the pennies from a dead man’s.When he was desperately trying to pin down Fleischer’s bloody revisionism,did Matthews hear echoes of himself back in the day, joviallydiscussing the president’s package with Gordon Liddy as C-Plus Augustusstrode across the deck of the aircraft carrier in that yummy flight suit?Did he finally see the results of his having been such a fool? By theway, Bush revisionism is not going anywhere. He’s completely radioactive toRepublicans now, too. There’s no energy out there to defend his miserablefailure with the kind of vigor that Grover Norquist brought to the ReaganProject.
Part the Second: The best month in American sports, and the leastproductive month in American business, begins Sunday. As much as I love them, though, Alma Mammy’s squad isn’t going to recover from the loss of the senior point guard. One win and out. I’m thinking.
Part The Third: The Continuing Misadventures Of Waldo The DrunkSecurity Guard: In which Waldo, after washing down four Percocets with apint of Sterno, goes comatose at his desk in the offices of Salon, andcrazy people from the streets sneak past him, make their way to computerterminals, and post screeds that would have embarrassed an undergraduate student, even if she’d typed them while puking into a trash can on the Friday night before homecoming. How in the hell Waldo keeps his job, I have no idea. He must know someone.