I will, from here on out, be referring to this year’s Super Bowl as the “Prince Concert.”

Besides the fact that he absolutely smoked that guitar, the man closed out with Purple Rain… in the rain.

The best “Prince Concert” commercial was of course the Doritos commercial (closely followed by the Grand Theft Auto Coca-Cola commercial).

Last night I was in a nearly empty lounge. As the DJ switched records I could make out the first faint hint of a piano riff I know only too well. I confidently belted out the chorus, knowing that the few people in the lounge would soon follow suit. And they did, at the top of their lungs.

Oh baby yoooooou… you got what I neeeeeeeed. But you say he’s just a friend. You say he’s just a friend OH BAY-BEEEE YOOOOU…

It’s at about that moment that I realized that the song being played was not by the Diabolical. Rather, it was the song by Freddie Scott that Biz Markie sampled to produce his break away hit, Just a Friend.

The DJ looked at me and slowly shook his head just so, as if to say, “That’s a damn shame. You should know better.”

At least I didn’t look at the DJ and say “I can’t believe someone stole this hook from The Biz!”

There was a good profile of the poet Paul Muldoon in yesterday’s Sunday Magazine.

Muldoon shot straight into the top ranks of my personal canon back in college when I was assigned his peom “Incantata” from his book of poems entitled The Annals of Chile.

Apparently this Nobel Laureate to be has a band.

A friend of mine talking to his wife on the phone:

Wife: How is your day?

Husband: This certainly won’t be an Angel From Montgomery evening.

Came across this site which has a wonderful collection of images of posters from live music events. I think it’s cool that one of their submission guidelines is that they won’t accept posters for events that, for whatever reason, didn’t actually occur.

If you are looking for a good time, a few beverages, and an awesome DJ, get down to Madame X on Thursdays to see my brother spin old soul, funk, hip-hop, with a dash of everything else. He is still the only man I have ever seen seemlessly mix Lynyrd Skynyrd and Mos Def in a way where you can’t tell where one begins and the other ends.

For those that haven’t been to Madame X, it’s a lounge on Houston between La Guardia (West Broadway) and Thompson on the north side of the street.

If you stop by tell Jon I said hello.

(thx jon)

If you are in New York, I can’t impress upon you enough how important it is that you get out to McCarren Park Pool for the Iron & Wine show on Thursday (8/17).

Same Beam might be the best lyricist I have come across in years.

Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
and she’s chosen to believe, in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

- From Passing Afternoon

Ok… if you’d rather see The Wu-Tang show at Webster Hall on Thursday I’ll let it slide.

Steely Dan and Owen Wilson have beef! Well not exactly. It looks like it was all a prank by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen of Steely Dan. But it was hilarious.

Becker and Fagen wrote an open letter to Owen’s brother Luke on July 17th expressing outrage at what they perceived as Owen’s blatant rip-off of their 2000 hit Cousin Dupree about a couch surfing bum of a cousin. The rip-off, of course is Owen’s You, Me, and Dupree starring Matt Dillon, Kate Hudson, and Owen Wilson. Seeking an apology, they wrote the letter to Luke presuming that he could bring some older brother pressure to bear on Owen. Fagen and Becker mistakenly believed that Luke was the older brother. Upon learning that Luke was in fact younger, the duo remarked, “We’re now seeing that according to Wikipedia, Owen is older than you are. But you seem a lot more mature somehow… don’t you?”

After making their case and asking Luke to get Owen to apologize at one of their concerts, Becker and Fagen resort to some pretty awesome threats:

Otherwise, if this business goes unresolved, there are some pretty heavy people who are upset about this whole thing and we can’t guarantee what kind of heat little Owen may be bringing down on himself. When negative energy like this attaches itself to someone because they allow themselves to get involved in stuff that is not spiritually aligned for them on all levels, there can sometimes be some very harsh trips that go down. Your bro might be creating an extremely retrograde reality matrix for himself with his whole sellout moviestar game and there may be some righteous dues to pay, amen.

For example, there’s this guy that works for us sometimes, he’s not necessarily the kind of folks you want to know or hang with, but, if you happen to get in a bar fight or some kind of hassle in a foreign country, he’s your best fucking friend in the world. You guys must go to the movies a lot - you know what a Navy Seal is, right? Well, this dude’s like that, only he’s Russian. This particular guy - of course, he’s a big fan of ours, but he may not have ven heard of “Bottle Rocket” - hardly anybody has - I mean one time we saw this guy, WITH HIS BARE HANDS, do something so unspeakable that - but, hey man, let’s not even get that way, you know? Let’s just help Owen C. do what’s right…

Extremely retrograde reality matrix?

Owen’s response was equally funny. Through his publicist, Owen Wilson said:

I have never heard the song Cousin Dupree and I don’t even know who this gentleman, Mr. Steely Dan, is. I hope this helps to clear things up and I can get back to concentrating on my new movie, HEY 19.

On a side note, I am a huge Steely Dan fan but had no idea they were still making records. Cousin Dupree won a Grammy for best pop performance by a duo or group in 2001. The album that it was on, Two Against Nature, won album of the year.

Sound Advice has just mashed up Gnarls Barkely’s St. Elsewhere with Biggie.

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