There’s nothing wrong with a little theft — when it’s done right, that is. The incomparable Jonathan Lethem, in his recent essay for Harper’s, taught me that. Unlike the second performer last night at TT’s, local acoustic guy Brendan Little, who brought to mind about ten different blasé singer-songwriters when he sang “You ain't living till you died/Once or twice” from the track entitled “Boring,” Mean Creak (also of Boston) borrowed from all the best places during their set.
Dude, we’re definitely
gonna win the East.
Total freaking pwnage.
Ohlendorf? All his pitch are belong to us.
Am I worried at all that Wakefield looked very
shaky while Carl
Pavano (he of the bruised buttocks, strained shoulder, bad back, two broken
ribs, and elbow chips) suddenly looked actually kinda sorta decent?
Well, sure, it's been all downhill since Keohane left, but we didn't know it was that bad . . .