How a resurrection really feels

Well, kind of sore. Hoarse of voice and with a bit of ringing in my ears. But good. Soooooo good. I hate to be redundant but, man, The Hold Steady are nothing if not the disciples of The Boss when it comes to the redemptive powers of good ol' fashioned rock and roll. And Craig Finn and I wear the same shoes. Because we're both so damn awesome.

Also awesome? When Craig shouted "We'll see you in June" before he walked offstage. Because The Hold Steady is coming back to NYC on June 8th. Oh hell yes.

Oh, and I'm totally getting this tattooed somewhere on my body.

Being poor is lame

Fuck you, new Yankee Stadium ticket prices. Since I wasn't lucky enough to win a spot in the presale lottery and happened to be working during the general public on-sale, all that appears to be left are $900 tickets and seats obstructed by the foul poles. If I want to see the Yankees this season, it looks like I'll be doing it from the couch. Or Citi Field. They do have a Shake Shack there...

Sigh. For less than the cost of one of those tickets, I could take a nice weekend trip up to Toronto and see the Yanks play the Blue Jays. Or go to Baltimore.

And I promise you I will treat you well my sweet angel...

I was browsing the Stone Pony's website for some info on the recently added Gaslight Anthem show when I found out that Toadies are apparently still together and touring - and appearing at said venue on May 24. If they aren't a blast from the one-hit-wonder past, I don't know who is.

All these years later, and I still don't think anyone knows what "Possum Kingdom" is about...

Music makes the scene

I came away from Watchmen with 2 things:

1. I want to dress up as Silk Spectre I for Halloween.
2. The music supervisor referred to a list of "10 Overused Movie Tunes" instead of actually, I don't know, finding interesting and/or appropriate songs to use.

Those thoughts - expanded - and more to come.

Ricky Bobby, you taste of America

The hand that types these letters high-fived the one and only Stephen Colbert yesterday. It felt, as you might imagine, like freedom.

On my train ride home from the city, I alternately dozed off and listened to The Hold Steady's cover of the Bob Dylan tune "Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?" I love when bands find songs to cover that fit their personality and sound so well, and this song fit the bill 100%.

Tragically Un-Hip

From a post by Tyler Kepner on the New York Times' Bats Blog:

Other infielders had hip issues that were addressed this winter, including Red Sox third baseman Mike Lowell and Phillies second baseman Chase Utley.

Sorry, A-Rod. You can injure yourself in a manner similar to that of Chase Utley, but it doesn't mean I'm going to have a crush on you.

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side

This picture from an upcoming issue of Vanity Fair frightens me a little bit. Don't get me wrong, it's incredibly hot, but I can't help but worry that someone is actually tapped into my brain, stealing my fantasies. I have secrets in there! Very damning stuff! Is there a firewall I can get to prevent unwanted intrusions into my brain? Ack!