"And God is seven, this monkey's gone to heaven"

Just finished writing up an article previewing an upcoming San Diego show by the British band Zero 7. I think the guy was grumpy because he couldn't find any good food in the terrible Maryland town he was in. No breakfast = bad mood...for me anyway. But I'm part British, so maybe it's the same for this guy Sam Hardaker that I interviewed. He sort of complained about the abundance of junk food in America. I compared his critique of American cuisine to the relative whoring out of his music for makeover television shows. It's late. I'm tired. From my perspective it works, but who knows...

No Trans Am-bush

As you can read below, I was worried that my piece on the hyper-political band Trans Am was killed because of content too strong for the minds of Union-Tribune readers. Not so. They just spaced...which says my writing isn't that memorable I guess. Now I know how that red-faced guy screaming at an editor feels when his Letter to the Editor doesn't get printed. Somehow our puny monkey minds always suspect a conspiracy behind each slight, sling or arrow. No conspiracy, just some overworked schmuck forgot to put it in the paper. Fishbone said it best with their awesome album title: "Give a Monkey a Brain, and He'll Swear He's the Center of the Universe." Cheers, cn