Im Steve Guttenberg, bitch

Holy crap.
I have no idea what to think.

The star of stage and screen, Mr. Steve Guttenberg is back on the press junkets and seems to be a great interview.

He must have been stoned.

Or he's fuckin crazy.






Here are some tidbits:

"From 1980 to 1990, I shot more films than any other actor in the Screen Actors Guild apart from Gene Hackman. Everyone keeps asking me that stupid question: "What are you doing?" I say: "Why do I need to do anything? I'm rich."

Er, well, yeah, I guess. But what about your craft? What about following your muse?

"I love the fame and the money and the power. You have to keep working to have that".

Geez, points for honesty. But dont you feel the need to use your fame to better the world, a la Bono?

"I'm not going to say "I'm an actor and I'm changing the world." Ewan McGregor - who cares? God bless you, Ewan, you're cute and adorable but just do your job".

But what are you doing next? Surely it's something massive...

"There are great movies I do on the Hallmark Channel called Single Santa. I've just finished a sequel called Meet The Santas. It's like Meet The Fockers. Mr and Mrs Santa have to come and meet my wife's parents. It's great".

Yeah, Im sure it's JUST LIKE Meet The Fockers, except it stars you and not DiNiro & Ben Stiller... and that Hoffman fellow. Yeah, Im sure it's the exact same thing.

Now if we can just find out what happened to that guy who made all the weird noises.

And I am not THAT paranoid

So here we go. Enemies of the State lists and shit. We can put the blessings off for a while, GOD SAVE AMERICA from these jackbooted mother fuckers.

Osama is free - are you?

Are you?

Monday Shuffle

Here we go again:

Junko Partner - Anders Osborne. This NOLA (by way of Sweden) guitar player & singer/songwriter is one of the criminally under-rated musicians of our day. I aint bullshitin ya. His live shows are absolute magic... and instead of a bass player, he employs a tuba - that's flippin sweet. It's in dire need of an update, but you can check www.andersosborne.com for more info.

Faithful - Pearl Jam, 5/26/00. Is Eddie a vegan? I really dont know. Dont care, but am curious. Anyway, good song.

My Favorite Things - Holy Moses & The Holy Rollers, 4/2/04. Discovered this band on the Archive. As for the song, they do it just fine. MFT has to be the one song that when done right is fabtastic, but when done wrong sounds like Andy Williams wearing platform shoes on the Dinah Shore show.

My Little Humidor - Galactic. If there was justice in the world, THIS BAND would play halftime of the Super Bowl (or at least do that stupid ass NFL Kick-Off special shit at the start of the year). Too bad Americans dont have the attention span to dig bands that make music sans vocals.

God Put A Smile Upon Your Face - Coldplay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Chris Martin and the boys got skillz, and he can write a great song. Deal with it. Plus, he's jowl deep in Gwen Paltrow and you arent.

Under The Weather - Dubconscious. More from Georgia's favorite white boy reggae/dub band. Rightous stuff it is. "Did we get caught under the weather or did we get bought and sold down the river"? Id say a little of both.

Dont Touch My Bikini - Halo Benders. Eh, some deep voiced new wavish stuff with a rap tip. Eh, gotta love impulse buys on I-Tunes. I think it's about a strip club, I know it's got musicial immitations of somebody getting a stiffy. "Take a ca-ca, take a postcard, you're so heavy, you've my honey, getting ready, easter bunny, rocking steady, making money, toasting Vegans, thats not funny".

Fantastic Voyage - Lakeside. Great song. Thanks to my brother who thought he was black, or wished to be black, before it was popular (even though he's whiter than Frasier Crane). This shit is smooooooooooooooooth as Johnnie Blue Label.

High Time - Grateful Dead, 9/30/80. Always loved this song. Typical lushiousness that was the majority of the Jerry ballads... Bobby's harmony vocals is what puts it over the top. It was also one of the ones that seemed to get more soulful there toward the end of the run as Garcia really started to fade.

Dont Go Back To Rockville - REM. Put this on at a party. Or after having a fight with someone you love. Trust me. It'll make you smile. Dont know why, but it does.

Hockey and my (would be) cheating wife...

So went to talk the boy to his first pro hockey game, saw the Nashville Preds beat the Philly Flyers (and their obnoxious, though obviously loyal fans) 4-3 in a shootout.

It was a great time.

The shootout is one of the greatest ideas anyone has ever come up with. Given how many games used to end in ties - which is like, well, you know - it's a fantastic improvement to the game.

If the game ends in a tie, one 5 minute overtime period is played. If no one scores in overtime. It's a shootout. Each team picks three players to go one-on-one versus the other teams' goalie. If it's still tied after the first round of the shootout, they move on to another round until someone wins (having to use a different set of players each time until they've used everyone on the bench).

Anyway, the Preds won the shootout 2-0.

One of the shootout goals was scored by Steve Sullivan - who my wife thinks is dreamy. When ole Stevie made the first goal of the shootout, I swear I could hear a major swoon coming from my wife's direction. Whatever. He's a stone cold stud though, that I can admit. And at 5'9', 155 (yes, ONE-FIFTY-FIVE) he's among the top playmakers in the league.

Anyway, thanks to the Nashville Predators for showing the family a great time... and thanks to the nice (quite buzzed, but nice) dude that gave my son the puck that he caught.