Sunday, October 26, 2008

OUCH: Some Setbacks in World Class New Orleans

In the past seven days:

The Saints, LSU, and Tulane all lost, giving up a total of 124 points in three losses. Apparently, the Army Corps of Engineers has been giving lessons about defense to the three defensive coordinators.

Deuce got busted for taking peepee medication. (Will Smith and Charles Grant did too, but those guys aren't the icon that Deuce is.)

Chris Rose got arrested for a dustup with a former girlfriend.

As New Orleans does, we will bounce back from these downers.

On the bright side, I "chaperoned" (loosely speaking) Clio II yesterday at Voodoo. In the process, on my own, I went to see the New Orleans Bingo Show. It changed my life. I also really loved Bingo's special guest Vermillion Lies.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Cranky Old Men

When I was a New Orleanian teenage commuter in the eighties, making my way in a car from the Westbank to my high school on the Eastbank--first with my dad, then with my classmates or brothers--I listened to a lot of morning radio.  My fellow idiot teenage guys and I enjoyed the likes of Cajun Ken Cooper, Scoot in the Morning, and Michael in the Morning (more like "Michael in da Mawnin'").

One line from Cajun Ken Cooper still sticks in my head.  It was 1982 or so, and Olivia Newton-John was headed to Baton Rouge for a concert during the "Physical" days.  Cajun Ken said of Ms. Newtown-John, "I'd drink her bath water."  That tells you a lot about the level of humor and intelligence on those radio shows.  It also tells you a lot about me that this line still evokes a smile and an occasional laugh if I remember it at just the right time.

Anyway, sometime during my high school days, the new thing became "Walton and Johnson."  These guys made my carmates and me laugh with crass, outrageous humor and funny characters.

Well, I have no idea where Cajun Ken and Scoot are now.

However, Walton and Johnson moved back to Houston and continue to broadcast in New Orleans today.

Have you listened to these guys lately?

They used to be funny in an equal-opportunity kind of way--making fun of and potentially offending everyone.

Now they've become a less intelligent and even less funny version of Rush Limbaugh.

Late last week, scrolling through the radio stations during my short ride to work, I and other listeners were treated to this actual statement from Mr. Walton:

"If this Marxist [Obama] is elected, blood will be spilled on American soil within two years.  Americans will be killing other Americans in a civil war."

He was serious.

What have these guys become?  They have become your grumpy, half-loaded old uncle pontificating after Thanksgiving dinner.  (I believe Garrison Keillor has used something like that line to describe Mr. Limbaugh.)

What percentage of Walton and Johnson's audience know what a Marxist is, anyway?  The cranky old white guys are revealing their age.  Marxists?  That's so sixties.

1860s.

Maybe I was tricked by Walton and Johnson in my youth.  Maybe humor based on sometimes crude (but funny) stereotypes leads to this.  I'd like to think that's not true.  I'd like to think that part of what was appealing about Mr. Kenneth and Mr. Eaux was that they used stereotype to poke fun at all of us--white people, black people, gay people, straight people, and so on.

Now it seems that they use their show and their attempts at humor to scare people and to impose or reinforce the most reactionary brand of political and moral thinking.  (Make no mistake--there is a sort of thinking behind what they do, and it results in a terrible things.)

Meanwhile, Michael in the Morning still broadcasts.  I have come to enjoy what he brings to the table.  The irrelevancies and obscurities of the Rock and Roll Almanac are a particular favorite.  Michael in the Morning's show felt old (in a sort of good way) 25 years ago.  He's still broadcasting essentially the same show and his Beatles fetish remains and it still feels old.  I respect his show more than ever because he's doing what he wants to do--listening to his Muse and following her where she leads him.  There's an honesty in that.

I find only dishonesty in the Cranky Old White Guys Show.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Beatdown


I enjoyed the way the Saints treated the Raiders today.

Gameday!

I have imported a cadre of Californians and one Atlantean for today's contest versus the Oakland Raiders.

World Class New Orleans regular contributor "angels and saints and bears oh my" is leading the pack, as she is visiting town for her bachelor party.

Our black-and-gold-clad biking convoy of 10 departs Uptown at 9:00 a.m.  We will be menacing.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Thanks for Reminding Me, Easterbrook

I really enjoy Gregg Easterbrook's TMQ column.

This week, his comments about the Saints are especially stinging. The truth will set us free:
Stats of the Week No. 9: New Orleans gained 729 total yards (offensive yards and kick returns), and lost.
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Sweet 'N' Sour Play: Trailing New Orleans 27-20 midway through the fourth quarter, pass-challenged Minnesota, with 15-year seven-times-waived retread Gus Frerotte at quarterback, completed a 33-yard touchdown pass to Bernard Berrian for the tie, then went on to win. That was sweet. Extra sweet for the Hyperboreans was winning on the road despite being held to 44 yards rushing. As for the Saints, their much-criticized defense held Adrian Peterson to 32 yards on 21 carries, yet they lost. That was sour. Extra sour was the situation on the Berrian touchdown. Minnesota faced a third-and-16. If you play straight defense, the odds favor a stop, followed by a long field goal attempt, which, even if successful, still leaves the home team with the lead. You've already guessed that New Orleans big-blitzed. New Orleans blitzed eight men, a tactic rarely seen because it is practically an engraved invitation to score a touchdown. Had New Orleans simply played straight defense on this snap, victory would have been likely.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Deuce and Reggie Go Together Like Peaches and Herb

Reunited, and it feels so good. These two videos should make for a Red Beans and Rice Monday versus the Vikings, people.


Saturday, October 04, 2008

Self-Disenfranchised

Because I am a registered member of the Green Party, I was not permitted to vote against William Jefferson today.

I was going to vote for James Carter.

I did not realize that this was a Democratic primary for the Congressional seat.

I thought it was a good old-fashioned Louisiana open primary, which I strongly prefer.

Dang it.

Meanwhile, I am not aware if my inept party is even running someone for the seat.

The Greens piss me off.  They have so many things right, but the Green Party is just pathetic and inneffectual.

Um, maybe that's why I'm in it.  I'm part of the problem.