Go, Johnny Go! Bub Cover You!

On disc 2 of the FRANK SINATRA: VEGAS box set, the Chairman ended a monologue with the following line:

"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day."

Once I finish editing THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES, I'm gonna send it to literary agents and see where that goes. While that happens, I'll finish the Harvey Dent novel and send that to Bloo and other willing betas (any takers? *sad Wilford Brimley eyes*).

And after that, I'm gonna return to BUB AND JOHNNY GO, which now may be titled CHUCK AND JOHNNY GO. I hate to change Bub's name, but that may be what'll have to happen (don't worry, Bub-fans, I have it such a way that it could easily be the same character). After reading Max Brooks' utterly wonderful WORLD WAR Z, I've been inspired as to a awesome way to pull off the tale of Johnny and his zombie pal in prose form.

I very much look forward to writing this book someday, especially so I can include lines like the above Sinatra quote. Lord fucking knows getting it published will be an uphill battle, to say the bloody least... but the book'll still be a blast.

Morricone ownz yoo

Know what's amazing? Metallica's new single is a cover of Ennio Morricone's "The Ecstasy of Gold," the music that played during the climactic scene of THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY.*

Know what's even more amazing? It's off recently-released Morricone tribute album. Metallica are on the same album as Celine Dion, Andrea Boccelli, Herbie Hancock, Roger Waters, Yo Yo Ma, Renee Fleming, Bruce Springsteen, Quincy Jones, and others. Granted, some of those names evoke different feelings than others, but dude, it's amazing just how many people are influenced by the awesomeness that is Ennio Morricone.

And you know what's most amazing of all? Morricone's original version of "The Ecstasy of Gold" rocks way harder than Metallica's.

Well, perhaps that's not all that amazing after all.




And while we're on the subject of music, suburbfabulous reminded me that I need to tell my Warren Zevon story, if I haven't already. (If I have and totally forgotten it, a thousand apologies).

So I was listening to a Warren Zevon retrospective on the classic rock station. They played his song "Mutineer," which I shame to admit that I hadn't heard before. Utterly, utterly beautiful and moving. It instantly became perhaps my favorite Zevon song of the few I knew.

Then they played a live version. Now, for those you don't know, Warren Zevon died to lung cancer, and recorded his last album as he was literally dying. So I'm listening to this live version of "Mutineer," and was shocked, almost heartbroken, to hear how rough it was, how warbly, weak, muddled and worn it sounded. It was a little harrowing to hear, especially side by side with the original version.

When it was over, the DJ came on and said, "That was Bob Dylan doing a live cover of "Mutineer" in tribute for the great Warren..."

Yes, that's right. To my ears, Bob Dylan sounds like Warren Zevon. Dying of lung cancer.




I am so not looking forward to class tomorrow. I just do not feel confident about my pantomime and am doing my best not to sweat it, thinking, "Just do it. What's the worst they can do to you?" Yeah, keep telling myself that. Oy oy oy.


Actually, it's just the first of three climactic moments of THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY. No, I'm totally serious; I just tonight realized that TGTBATU is a cinematic multiple orgasm. It's that fucking good.