We’ve got a new “Think Again column called, “”Will-ful Ignorance, Round26,” and it’s about George Will’s shameful global warming columns andFred Hiatt’s defense of them, and it’s here.
My new Nation column is here and it’s an argument for newspapers to give up on making a profit, stop pretending theireditorial endorsements matter to anyone and embrace a nonprofit modelfor survival.
I also did a post for the Daily Beast about the impressiveshamelessness–I assume it’s that rather than foolishness–of Bushex-flacks Michael Gerson, Karl Rove and David Frum, etc. That’s here.
I saw the Flatlanders at B.B. King’s last night. It’s hard not to love aband of old gray-haired guys that was founded in high school and has aterrific time with one another up on stage, playing roots music thatthey, themselves, helped invent. Their material ranges from ok towonderful beyond words. “Dallas” was rockin’ with Joe Ely doing most ofthe vocals rather than ethereal as when Jimmy sings it, as Jimmy singseverything ethereally. They’ve got a bunch of new material which soundsbetter than their reunion album, but the show is really the thing. Gosee them if you need to be reminded that Texas has plenty to offerbesides America’s worst president ever.
Rhino has a new Dead show out, drawn from what I’ve always thought istheir best period, though it also happens to coincide with myadolescence. To Terrapin: May 28, 1977 Hartford, CT. This showConnecticut’s Hartford Civic Center on the closing night of their spring’77 tour. The sound is pristine and among other things, it’s gots thebest “Sugaree” I ever heard, and clocks in at around twenty minutes.Plus for three cds, it’s really cheap. I suppose it depends on a lot ofthings at this point but if you know what you’re getting going in, youshan’t be disappointed. Getting even more a workout in my cd player thisweek is Leonard Cohen, Live in London, which was recorded on his recenttour and sounds terrific. It’s the single best collection of Cohen’scareer you’ll find anywhere, and I do think, song for song, he writesthe best lyrics of anyone alive, including Dylan, because he tries somuch harder to get it perfect. His voice is lower, deeper and moremystical than ever. Really, how can anyone live without this thing?