full life

(no subject)

1. Late Sunday night I realized that there were a few CDs in my collection that I'd never bothered to convert to iTunes; a few CDs turned into at least 20. How'd that happen? How did I miss all of my Guided By Voices? or Hum's "You'd Prefer an Astronaut"? The Police's double live album AND Led Zeppelin's 3x "How The West Was Won"? Goddamn. Current listening fave is Sebadoh's "The Sebadoh", which is very hit-or-miss but the hits (mostly Barlow's) are pretty goddamned awesome ("Flame", "Colorblind", "Weird").

2. I'll be perfectly honest: I fully expected the Yankees to go up to Fenway this past weekend and win 2 games at the most; NOBODY in their right mind would've figured that they pull out a 5-game sweep. Lemme ask you, Boston peeps - are you guys done? Was this a collossal kick in the balls, or just an aberration? Because even though the Yankees somehow have the 2nd best record in the majors (without Matsui, Sheffield and a reliable bullpen or back end of the rotation), I still don't believe that they'll move past the first round of the playoffs.

3. I've had an idea in the back of my mind for a few years now about a concept album ("concept album" in this case is a shitty term, since this isn't some sort of "Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" epic story but rather a collection of songs that hang on a unified lyrical framework); I don't want to say too much about it, but yesterday I had a breakthrough and now I think I know how to start writing it. It's way too soon to call it a Good Evening thing or a solo thing; I just want to write the damned thing and then figure out what I want to do with it. In any event, it's just exciting to finally have a lyrical plan of attack, which is something I've not had in some time, possibly ever.
I still don't believe that they'll move past the first round of the playoffs.

I call reverse jinx.

And it's a colossal kick in the balls. The Sox were overachieving all year and exposed as the frauds they are. Why we weren't spending/acquiring for this year is utterly beyond me.
Call it a reverse jinx if you will - it obviously didn't work very well for Simmons in last week's column - but it's the truth. If it weren't for Detroit, Joe Torre ought to win Manager of the Year for getting the Yankees in this position with the most horrendous season of injuries and unreliable performances since he got the job in 96.

That said, couldn't this very well be shades of 2004? The Sox got their asses kicked for 3 straight games and then the Yankees swallowed chicken bones for what felt like an eternity. There's 39 games left, and the Sox are certainly within reach of the Wild Card - you don't think they have a chance?
you don't think they have a chance?

Honestly? A very slim one. Here are the facts:

  • Sox starting pitching is a shambles, and the bullpen is worse. Beckett is a huge disappointment, and all these rookie pitchers are pitching like rookies.
  • Losing Varitek was huge, for the intangibles he brings to the team, because God knows he wasn't lighting things on fire offensively when he went out.
  • You have ownership who are utterly squandering the primes of one of the best 3-4s in baseball history by being unwilling to keep high-profile free agents in town/to trade prospects for results NOW. Schilling, too, only has a couple more years, and then where are you?
Fact is, the Red Sox were never interested in winning this year; their minds are focused on '07 and '08, which is pretty much exactly what Dan "more days in first place" Duquette used to do, to horrible results.

Et tu, Theo?
I'll hand it to Cashman - the signing of Abreu, which I was wholeheartedly against - had turned out to be possibly the best mid-season pickup of the last 10 years. Still, though, without a reliable Unit (and Moose is now gimpy), the Yankees have basically one reliable pitcher (Wang) and that's just not going to cut it. Regardless of any momentum the Yanks picked up this weekend, I could very easily see the Yankees falling apart as the season ends.

Which is the long way of saying that I think the Sox could very easily climb back into it if they get hot at the right time.
I wish I could say that I thought this Sox team could string just two or three wins together in its current state. The pitching is just too atrocious.
1. I have had the reverse happen to me; I transferred EVERY SINGLE fucking album into iTunes. I would click random play then wonder if I really ever needed to hear anything from Steve Vai ever again.

1a. That's right. Steve Vai.

2. Red Sox = no starters, no mid-pen = no playoffs
Yankees = wacky starters, good pen = anything's possible

I, for one, will actually kind of be bummed if Matsui makes it back this season. I love Matsui, but it's been really fun seeing Melky every day. You'd have to go back to the mid-late 90's to see homegrown guys flourish like Melky and Cano are today.

3. Is it going to be about the Ghostbusters?
1. There's still a bunch of stuff that I've decided to skip - Exhibit A is the Spin Doctors.

1a. The only Steve Vai I'd ever need to hear again, and this is debatable, is that pretty little tapping thing that you put on as filler to some Rush album you'd taped for me. I can't remember what it's called.

2. It's a tossup for me between Matsui and Sheff - Sheff is a monster with the bat and he's got a great arm, but he's also kind of a dick. I wouldn't mind having Matsui back and letting Melky sub as needed.

3. Ghostbusters 2, actually.
1. Oh, I still transferred those as well, though I doubt "Homebelly Groove Live" will be a dust-off album anytime soon.

1a. I believe you are thinking of "A Day at the Beach" by Joe Satriani. Side note, when exactly did I go through a guitar-shredder phase? Where's my Yngwie Maalmsteen best-of?
1a. Yes, that's the one. When I think of it now, it's not even really that great a song - it's just another absurd guitar-tapping that happens to be pretty instead of shreddy.

Your guitar-shredder phase was pretty clearly 9th grade. You went that way, I went towards Toad the Wet fucking Sprocket.
Yeah, it was basically a 2-minute tapping exercise. It was super-rad in 1991.

I saw Toad the Wet Sprocket live at Siena; Rusted Root opened for them. Open mouth, insert hackey-sack.