Halloween. Very scary. Still unsure of our plans for tonight. We could
go see Southern Culture on the Skids, or we could go to the show where
local “super groups” of folks from various bands will be playing indie
rock tributes, performing in their entirety the albums “Pinkerton” by
Weezer, “Bucky Fellini” by the Dead Milkmen and “Doolittle” by the
Pixies. The last is one of my favorites of all time, so this is
tempting.

Last night we watched Warren Zevon on the Letterman show. It was
awfully touching. The whole thing was an extended goodbye to someone
who has been important to the show. Dave was noticeably choked up at
several points. We were kind of surprised when Warren started playing
“Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner” with 90 seconds left in the
show, but they allowed the program to run long by a few minutes. You
get the feeling that Letterman just really doesn’t give a shit about
most things in life, but that he has always cared deeply for Zevon,
both the man and his music. I remember a year ago, when all the
buzz on alt.fan.zevon was about the possibility of him doing a band
tour in support of My Ride’s Here. What I wouldn’t
give to have those days back. I’m very glad I saw him when I had the
chance, at the Cotton Club in Atlanta a year or two back. I wish I had
seen him 20 times more, but you take what you can.

I didn’t weblog it yesterday, but it was the 25th anniversary of the
release of “Never Mind the Bollocks.” Who’d have believed that we’d
still be talking about that album now? For those who haven’t seen it,
I highly recommend the documentary The Filth and the
Fury.