A one-time budding academic who for existential reasons drops out of Colombia University to work as a hot dog vendor, Mortimer Taylor Coleridge doesn’t even like pop music. Nor is he familiar with VH1, the channel on which he first comes across Gwen. But it isn’t long after the encounter that he’s carefully considering No Doubt’s lyrics and patroling message boards for clues about his ain true love's character.?xml:namespace>
Let’s hope not. If the paltry 19
pitches he threw last night (18 fastballs and a slider) are any indication
whatsoever — and they may not be — it would behoove us to keep him around for a
Painstaking studio experimentalists the Ataris are not. So when it takes them four years to put out a new release, you know something’s up. Some of the shit the band have gone and done since So Long Astoria: 1. walked out on Colombia 2. delayed the release of an album 3. grew their lineup to seven members 4. created their own label.?xml:namespace>
To tide you over until Opening Day
(33 days and counting), a few books that have recently crossed my desk and are well
worth paging through:
a Grapefruit Sun: Red Sox Spring Training a Quarter Century Ago, published
by the good people over at Rounder Books, is a beaut: a sun-drunk photo album
of afternoon idylls in Winter Haven back in the early 1980s.
While a number of my fellow Phoenicians were camped out over at the Boston Burlesque Fest this weekend, I headed out to the Coolidge where The Sex Workers Art Show Tour was making a stop on Saturday at midnight. This was my first time attending the event, which has been running every year since 1997. It was also the first time I can remember seeing real-life naked ladies outside of the bedroom.
From this weekend's Great Boston Burlesque Exhibition. Full report coming soon. Photos by Matthew Craig and Heidi Heimsal.
Photo credit: Caitlin Curran.
Full report from the Hasty Pudding's Woman of the Year parade over here. Also, because we've been looking for an excuse to post it, the nine-minute "director's cut" version of "What Goes Around," which has been described as the next best thing to a Justin/Scarlett sex tape: