Much like the Blackhawks when they quickly usurped a chair at the NHL’s big boy table a few years ago with “novel” concepts like speed and depth, Judd Apatow had done so in the comedy world a few years prior with dick and fart comedies with “heart”. And much like the Hawks, Apatow’s sustained run of success has left most outside observers just worn out and anxious for something different yet again.
With today being the second of two days off after a disheartening 4-0 shutout at the hands of a goalie who had a previously embarrassing save percentage in the series, it’s natural that things have taken a sober and somber tone even in spite of a 2-1 series lead. And no one does somber, and in an uplifting fashion, than the bearded Mark Oliver Everett, mastermind of the Eels.
Pitt Rolls: TSN
The “reformed one” returns: MST
Swedish Silence: CSN AP
Still confident: Chicago Daily Tribune
Iron Mike happy behind the once Iron Curtain: CBC
Despite being frigid in climate, the Twin Cities have long been a hotbed of fantastic musical acts for going on nearly a couple generations. From The Replacements, Hüsker Dü and Bob Mould, Soul Asylum, The Hold Steady, Atmosphere’s Rhymesayers hip hop collective, to even fucking Prince, it might have one of the higher batting averages for excellent acts of any city in the country. And no discussion of the MPLS music scene is complete without mention of local heroes Dillinger Four and their bearded (and often shirtless and pantsless) bassist and vocalist Patrick Costello.
I’m back and no I didn’t get pushed into the Grand Canyon by my wife!
3: ESPN
Shaw out: Chicago Tribune
Penguins Win: Sportsnet
Fountain of Youth: TSN
Kings win: LA Times
I think this is awesome?? Puck Daddy
Finalists for the players MVP: Globe and Mail
As a country, the United States is pretty terrible for the manner in which it “celebrates” Cinco De Mayo, which originated as a holiday to commemorate Mexico’s defeat of the French in the Battle of Puebla on May 5th, 1862. So rather than obnoxiously pounding Coronas (which suck anyway, Pacifico or even Tecate are better) and donning sombreros, we’ll pay tribute in our own way to one of Mexico’s true national treasures, actor Demián Bichir and his immaculate beard.
For all of the attention that Parliament/Funkadelic has justly gotten over their many decades of interplanetary funk, by and large, the most talented musician in the wide-spanning collective goes under recognized by the general public, with George Clinton and Bootsy Collins’ outsized personae getting most of the recognition. But it was the subdued genius of bearded guitarist Eddie Hazel that really made the music stand out.
When someone worthy of admiration is lost in the world, this series of posts tends to be the manner in which tribute is paid here at this odd little outpost of the internet. So it is with a degree of sadness that we offer up our own brand of sky point for Bob Hoskins, who died late the other night.
Toasted ravs, man. Don’t ask, it’s just a St. Louis thing.
Born Brad M. Carlson on June 12th of 1950 in Rockford, Illinois (home of the Skatin’ Bacon and Beef-A-Roo), Bun E. Carlos provided the backbone and backbeat of one of the most unlikely rock and roll mega-success stories of their era, or any era, Cheap Trick.
