A Song for Sunday (King-Kill) #33
John F. Kennedy was assassinated 44 years ago today. Texas is the reason. It’s a bit in poor taste, I know, but today’s song is Bullet by the Misfits. I always misheard the lyric “Kennedy’s shattered head hits concrete” as “Kennedy’s shattered head: it’s complete.” It’s a creative mishearing.

Minority Report
Last night while at the gym I saw a clip of CNN’s “Senior Legal Analyst” Jeffrey Toobin talking to Anderson Cooper. In the wake of the Fort Hood shooting spree by a Muslim Army psychiatrist, Nidal Hasan, CNN had been showing the obligatory clips of bearded men shouting on streetcorners in London and New York and handing out flyers. Despite the fact that 99% of all reasonable people who have things to do in their lives completely ignore anybody standing on a streetcorner and shouting- particularly if the shouters have a religious bent- the news media feel the need to scare up fear about these “hate groups”. Anyway, Toobin gives us his own version o

A Song for Sunday #32
If you know anything at all about Fred Neil, you probably know that he wrote “Everybody’s Talkin’”, the song that became a hit for Harry Nilsson when it was featured in Midnight Cowboy in 1969. You probably don’t know that he was an influential folksinger in the early 1960’s (getting lost amid the shuffle in a place and time that produced numerous musical legends), and before that a session guitarist and professional songwriter in the storied Brill Building. He played guitar on Bobby Darin’s 1958 hit “Dream Lover” and wrote “Candy Man” for Roy Orbison

Sorry, but Trotsky was a Totalitarian too.
So establishes the new biography by Robert Service (no, not the English-Canadian poet), reviewed here by John Gray. Trotsky, idol of the 20th-century western literati, favored repression of political dissidents and political correctness in culture. There is little evidence that he would have been

A Song for Sunday #31
I had a hard time deciding what song to play today. I spent last night watching Dead Alive and The Hills Have Eyes, while having shots of Jägermeister only a week after drinking enough of the stuff with my brother to cause me to throw up all over his floor, and I still got up this morning (being aroused from slumber by a mysterious bloody nose) and wrote a post about Heidegger. So cut me a little slack. It’s the first of November, so today’s song is