December 23rd, 2004
I heard William Shatner's version of Pulp's "Common People" tonight and I actually rather liked it. Turned it into this idiosyncratic little rock song with Shatner's, er, Sinatraesque phrasing. And it kicks a lot of ass near the end, that's for sure. If I've missed any buzz that his "Has Been" album has generated, what with being produced by Ben Folds and contributed to by the likes of Joe Jackson et al, then it's because I've been living in a cave these past umpty-two years.
And also, to namedrop <lj user> tags, while it was a very nice surprise to see muffyjo outside my house a few minutes ago, it was an even crazier (and still nice!) surprise to see guxx and surrealestate stop by as well! We had a nice little get-together right there on the street for a few minutes, redirecting traffic and all. I'm just glad I thought to actually put shoes on before going downstairs.
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I'm just glad I thought to actually put shoes on before going downstairs.
Please tell me you were also wearing pants.
No wonder it was so chilly out there!
As we were driving, Ari commented that you lived nearby, and I said yeah, we dropped him off by this corner [that night after ManRay]. Then I saw Jo, and I thought, that looks like Jo. And then, that IS Jo! So I opened the windows and called her name, and Ari stopped the car. I expected her to run away quickly, but she didn't! :)
"The Nocturnal Northeastern Jo is a marvelous creature that lives in the middle of roads, but quickly runs for the cover of nearby shrubbery for camouflage and safety. We finally got the chance to see one for ourselves in exotic Somerville, Massachusetts..."
Ha! Just wait until phonemonkey
and I take advantage of discount air tickets and the weak dollar to show up at your door someday soon!
His collaboration with Henry Rollins is almost as good; if for no other reason that it's fun to picture Hank and the Shat, locked in a tiny recording studio together, screaming and ranting at each other into the mic, red-faced and veiny--sweat pouring down Hank's tattoos, Shatner's toupee on the verge of sliding off his head. Great fun.
oh, my god, i have to hear this.
In time, this can be arranged.
I Can't Get Behind That
That is probably my favorite cut on the album, if only for the "Mr. Tambourine Man" ending.