The Dawn Patrol

Logrolling in Our Time: I am honored that the kind people at the official Mike Smith's Rock Engine Web site have put the photo of me with Mike Smith on their "The Fans Meet Mike Smith" page and plugged it on their "Bits and Pieces" message board. They even gave the photo a special built-in caption to insure that photographer Bruce Alexander was credited. Thanks, guys (and gal)!

2:52 PM |

He Does Look Like a Movie Star: Within hours of my posting Mike Smith's photo on The Dawn Patrol, no less than three friends—Perry Gartner, Jay Bennett, and Roy Currlin—wrote to me, all saying more or less the same thing:

Perry: "I think you should come clean and acknowledge that the man sharing the stage and mike with you is not Mike Smith at all, but is of course Kirk Douglas."

Jay: [In an e-mail headed "Mike Smith? Or Kirk Douglas...":] "Separated by birth or LSD? The likeness is uncanny."

Roy: "What are you doing onstage with Kirk Douglas?"

So, let the truth be known. Mike Smith is Spartacus.

3:35 AM |

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

White Lines: Last night at Tuesday Night Trivia, my friend Richard J. "Rick" Stuart and his team had a prize-winning witty answer to the question, "What is the title of the White Stripes' new album?": "I Married a Line Painter."

2:57 AM |

Sunday, March 30, 2003

Think Mink: Every once in a while I go ga-ga over a recording, only to suddenly drop it, like a cat bored with a dead mouse. Such a recording is "I Heard I Wish It Would Rain" by the Jasmine Minks, on one of many really good CDs I recently received from The Bus Stop Label. The song's filled with hooks and ear candy, with male/female switchoff lead vocals—the female singer even sounds like me [always a turn-on]. It's got a false ending, a wistful lyric, and so much other cool Dawn Eden stuff.

There's just one problem.

When I wake up in the morning, after playing the song at bedtime, I can't remember how it begins. I've listened to the darn thing 20 times by now, and I still can't retain its opening melody, let alone the words. As any fan of classic pop music knows, when that's the case, there's something wrong.

So I'm going to give the EP to the first person who asks me for it. Just one catch: You have to pick it up from me at Tuesday Night Trivia. And I need a day's notice so I can be sure to bring it along. And you have to let me know how you like it. And...and...g'night.

11:52 PM |

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