Help Me Out Here

I was told today's Pavement on sale was the "internet pre-sale", which I believed meant only some of the tickets would be released. Now I've read on the Matador website the first night in Central Park sold out in 2 minutes. How the fuck is that possible? I thought internet presale meant SOME of the tickets would be sold, and NEXT WEEK, the regular on sale would have the majority of the tickets.

Is that wrong?

NYC's New "It" Girl

Pavement.

I have always been waiting for these days to come, when Pavement would return, and us minions would scoff at the acknowledgment that they're the coolest band. Finally, something everyone could agree upon in music!

Years have passed wherein I would peruse the bar Mark Ibold works at, hit him up about music, and inevitably ask, "So, when's it happening?" with a wry smile. My buddy Andy caught wind last year from Malkmus himself that it was certainly going to happen. Now here it is.

My friend asked me "Since when did everyone give a shit about Pavement?"

To which I replied, "After they died, of course..."

Whatever though, they're the most ridiculous band, and it's certainly something to look forward to, even if it is over a year away...

M.D.

not a big Mo Dowd fan, but this is likely spot on:

I’ve been loath to admit that the shrieking lunacy of the summer — the frantic efforts to paint our first black president as the Other, a foreigner, socialist, fascist, Marxist, racist, Commie, Nazi; a cad who would snuff old people; a snake who would indoctrinate kids — had much to do with race.

I tended to agree with some Obama advisers that Democratic presidents typically have provoked a frothing response from paranoids — from Father Coughlin against F.D.R. to Joe McCarthy against Truman to the John Birchers against J.F.K. and the vast right-wing conspiracy against Bill Clinton.

But Wilson’s shocking disrespect for the office of the president — no Democrat ever shouted “liar” at W. when he was hawking a fake case for war in Iraq — convinced me: Some people just can’t believe a black man is president and will never accept it.

And We're Back...

Dear One Person Reading This,

That'd be me.

I was almost done with the blog, but Facebook forced me back to me. I realized I was wasting too much time mentioning what I was thinking in a moment, and not enough time writing about what I really think.

I canceled FB. So, you and me, the same person, we're back.

Racism is so fucked up, and tonight in Oklahoma I had the opportunity to really experience it.

Since the moment I landed and was driven to my hotel in Oklahoma all I could think about was Senator Tom Coburn, who is both a doctor and...a piece of fucking shit.

The person waiting for me in the airport is a guy I call "Q", who is from Philly, and is also black. He had no idea that when I landed in OK City I was already considering whether or not I would hate this state. I do not. I do hate so many people that live and visit this place, though.

Tonight I went to a bar called the Tap Room, or the Brew House, or the Beer Haven, or the Ale Garden...I do not know what the fuck it was called, but it was filled with really good draft beers, trivia contests, and of course, a fucking racist.

I stepped up to the bar around 10:30pm, looking to get myself a nice beer. I chose a 'Lefthand Sawtooth', which is an ale I have not had since I dated a girl named Jen, back in 1997. I was excited to drink it. I actually thought about fucking her in her college apartment while her ex-boyfriend banged on the window. Oh! the memories...

The beer wasn't that good, and in truth, neither was the sex...but that's neither here, nor there.

A guy in a royal blue collared shirt was to my right, half-balding, overweight, 5'8", drunk, and he wanted to talk to me. Asked me where I was from. "Jersey."

"What are you doing here?"

"I work with the UFC, cagefighting, we have a fight over at COX tomorrow night."

He says, "Wow, you work with those guys?"

"Yeah, I do. Been doing it a long while. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Michigan."

I respond, "Ahhh, nice, I'm a Buckeye..."

From that point on he moves in for the hardcore handshake, the type that tries to imply that 'I can really shake your hand hard, and not let go, and I'm stronger than my size would lead you to believe', but I do not give a shit. I pull my hand back, and say...

"Nice to meet you. You root for Michigan?"

He responds, "Let me tell you something...when i was watching the game versus Notar Dame all I could think to myself is 'thank god we have this guy Force and not that Nigger that you got..."

I pulled myself away and channeled every bit of energy that would normally result in my laying him out into walking away, and going back to my friends who were playing "bar Trivia." We won, btw.

They were shocked when I told them what just happened. To top it off, as the guy said "nigger" a black guy who was jacked up like Wesley Snipes in "Demolition Man" was walking past. I wish he had heard it. This guy, and his friend, needed to die.

I was lone wolf, and didn't want to raise hell in that second, but I really did consider it. In the end, what was the point of knocking out this racist from Michigan in Oklahoma? No point.

Truth be told, that's how comfy this motherfuckenpieceofshit was in OK that he could speak freely in that way.

You'd never hear that in France.

Not England.

Not Spain.

Not Portugal.

Not Australia.

Maybe Germany, if the "nigger" was Jewish, but not likely.

Bottom line..........





We are a racist fucking country, especially the middle. That guy would love to see Obama dead. If you are any bit of a person who cares about life, and the world around you, you'd support the man just based on that simple fact.




Fuck Oklahoma (not everyone, but just the voting majority, namely Tom Coburn).



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