KC Confidential

This should have been bad…

Seventies act far beyond its years playing to a multitude that didn’t care in a faraway land where no discerning eyes are present. But that wasn’t the case, this show was FANTASTIC! INCREDIBLE! ASTOUNDING! THE BEST OF THE YEAR!

How can that be?

“Some people say I’m no good

Laying in my bed all day

But when the nighttime comes I’m ready to rock

And roll my troubles away”

In a world where how EARLY you wake up is a badge of honor, it’s refreshing to be re-rooted to a world where all the good things happen at night, and it’s not when you get up, but how long you STAY UP!

There’s no place more bizarre than a county fair.

In this case in far-off Pomona, a sea of people you see nowhere else; bad bodies, various ethnicities, only an hour from L.A. but in mind-set and visuals as far away as Iowa or Mississippi. You’re forced to walk through a midway of vomit-inducing rides, vittles that might cause a heart attack, where you’re ultimately funneled to a grandstand that looks like it hasn’t had a dime invested this century. Then the screens light up, introducing the band, and yes, they brought their full production. And the guitars start to scream, the drums start to pound, Paul Rodgers twirls the mic stand and sings the above lyrics and…

I’M TINGLING AS I WRITE THIS! I IMMEDIATELY JUMPED TO MY FEET AND THRUST MY ARM IN THE AIR!

It was like it was still the 1970s and music was the most important medium in the world and fully worth living for. This was a show where you didn’t pull out your cell phone unless it was to take a photo, you didn’t want to take your eyes off the band, you felt when they left the stage you might not get another chance.

And it wasn’t just me. Continue reading →

He not busy being born is busy dying…

Or, if you prefer your musical references via the UK as opposed to the US, as Dave Edmunds once sang, “Crawling from the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage, INTO A BRAND NEW CAR!

In case you missed the memo – and I doubt you truly care – Arianna Huffington ankled the Huffington Post, to focus on her wellness company. Which is like A-Rod leaving the playing field to become a Yankee advisor. He was toast and no one ever wanted to listen to him anyway; his expertise was doing his own damn job, at best.

And what is Arianna’s job?

Being famous and getting rich.

The HuffPo was a good idea that followed its initially hyped vision ever so briefly.

The HuffPo was gonna take back the dialogue from the right, was gonna own the web if not talk radio. All the liberals ingesting about Bush would have their own platform, where they’d write…for free.

Think about that, it wouldn’t go over today.

That’s a dead paradigm. We’ll cough up cat videos, post pictures of weddings and anniversaries, but those who provide content for a living – those who are writers – are on to the scam. They’re not working for free.

Not that there aren’t people who will.

Welcome to the modern web, where everybody’s posting but the caliber of writing is so godawful that no one is reading. We don’t even know if your ideas are half-baked, we can’t get past the headline.

And the HuffPo was all about headlines. Continue reading →