When I had TV, Thanksgiving would be reserved for the Detroit Lions and then go do something else later in the day but since I don't watch TV anymore, the time wasted for TV is now on the internet, to which I have seen 20 years of this life go by in the blink of an eye. It was 50 years ago, that Minnesota went to Detroit and on a sloppy field and snowflakes shut out the Lions 27-0. 50 years later, Fred Cox would pass away at age 80. Time keeps on slipping away and we continue to grow old and nothing we can do about it but live till we die. Some sooner than others. The passing of Fred Cox is another reminder of the past and the things we grew up watching, Minnesota football played outdoors in real grass and real mud and games were done before 2 30 PM.
Is death the biggest turkey story of the year? Depends on how you look at it. Someday, we won't be around. I'm looking forward to that day whenever it comes. It's strange how time flies and then the long haired freaky dude of 20 years ago is replaced by a balding crabb that riles against just about everything. The traffic, the red lights, Trump, Phony Joni Ernst. Seems like we have been bitching about them forever. We scream for change, and each passing election year it's the same old same old. The 1 percent owning everything including congress, The Russians and North Koreans that PAB loves to idolize. And in the meantime, we're still not seeing anything different. Plenty of jobs but they don't pay and even if you do have one or two, you cannot afford the rent or electric bill. The weather continues to suck. If you're not drowning in a flood, you're in a state that has fires burning everywhere. Has it been like this before the age of social media? It could have been for all we know.
20 years ago, I got connected to the web, and three years later started a blog that hardly anybody reads. And each year at the ending thinking I had enough and then come right back the next year and picked up where I left behind with record finds. A hard habit to break. And yes, there's still a lotta gobble gobble gobble crapola out there. To which we add our 2 cents worth to the cause.
In no particular order.
The Los Angeles Chargers-The biggest gobble gobble gobble of the year. They went 0-6 in their division, losing to the crappy Broncos and Raiders and of course Kansas City owned them once again. Phillip Rivers had a hard time trying to figure who his receivers were. The shock of the year, having them play their own Super Bowl by whopping Green Bay 26-11, but lucked out when Chicago missed a FG and the Bolts escape with a one point victory. They did blow out Miami in Miami and Jacksonville at Jacksonville but at home they sucked. Hell, Minnesota and Oakland had more fans in LA than Chargers fans. But then again, the love-hate for Phillip (Fumbles n Interceptions) Rivers turn to flat out vitriol and perhaps like Eli Manning should consider retiring or finding another team. His 23 turnovers is the glaring reason why the Chargers sucked all season.
Sheryl Crow-The grand-mistress of the sub par and overrated. Ms Crow continues to annoy me with her guest star appearances on new albums, mostly notably Hootie And The Blowfish and Lukas Nelson and the Promise of the real. She has promised her new album is her last and as of this writing her latest album bombed on the charts. But that didn't stop her from popping up on various albums this year. Can't wait for her pairing with FGL or Dan And Shay. Just retire already....Bitch.
Jay Joyce-The Joey Moi of country music production, Jay sabotaged Miranda Lambert's latest album and probably ruined Brandi Carlisle's latest. And I hate that retro 1880's production sound that he, and Dave Cobb, favor for new music. No wonder you can't listen to it.
The Highwomen-Dave Cobb anybody? A good idea in theory to pair up the latest country music women and make a album but unlike the Pistol Annies, this is more of a money making venture. And the record was gone and forgotten a month after release.
Hootie And The Blowfish-Gone country? Not really tho, this reeks more of a record corporation intervention, get Sheryl Crow to sing background, get a failed Voice runner up to coo and scream on one pointless song and get Darius Rucker all covered in autotuner for dated value. In theory, this record isn't any difference than Cracked Rear View, that album that came out 25 years ago and sold 17 million copies, 16.9 million went to thrift stores and landfills. To which Rhino thought so highly enough of to release it again with a bonus disc of outtakes and demos.
Motley Crue Reunion-You just knew they would be back. Get another washed up hair metal band (Poison) and Def Lepherd and charge outrageous prices to see an overweight Vince Neil try to sing Kick Start My Heart or Looks That Kill. Better guard your refrigerator just in case.
Chicago Cubs-Three years after winning the WS, The Cubs returned with mediocrity and piss poor pitching and hitting when they needed both the most. To which the love affair with Joe Maddon was over and gone. David Ross takes over for next season but once again Theo Epstein isn't giving him much to work with. For the second year in the row, the Cubs control their own destiny, only to shoot themselves in the foot once again and lose 8 straight games at the end of the season.
Baltimore Orioles: At least they didn't skunk stink up 2019 but they still lost 109 games and decided to get rid of their best hitter Jonathon Villar. Look for another 100 loss next season.
Classic Rock Radio (KRNA, The Fox, KMRY) The playlist never changes. Carry On My Wayward Son indeed. KRNA seems to be under a new station director who asks the listeners about what album they should feature, as long as it's Back In Black, things will be fine, but don't cross them up with Badlands or Kings Of The Sun.
The weather: January-March, it snowed, iced and snowed/ice again and again, to which by March Mother Nature decided to shake things up with not one but two cyclone bombs, to which the Missouri River claimed everything the whole year, WHOLE year. Climate change is a bitch. Chances are we are in repeat cycle again this winter. And then we had a White Halloween. Fuck this.
Finally, Record Store Day: 12 years ago, this was welcomed but nowadays all we get is overpriced limited edition of albums that we bought for 4.99 or 5.99 when Tower Records was in business. I still support my favorite record stores whenever I can and I'm sure I go to one on Friday, but don't expect me to pay 60 dollars for That 3 LP set of Lou Reed's The Raven. I'll hold out for the Lulu 4 LP 5.1 Dolby surroundsound version.
Happy Thanksgiving anyway.
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