These Days: Sunday, March 4th, 2017
Concert: The ravages of time are really quite terrifying and David Cassidy has been nailed and nailed and nailed: arthritis, poor eyes (five surgeries with a sixth on the horizon), laryngitis, and, the final punch, dementia. After his farewell gig at BB Kings last night I came home and watched the “Dora Dora Dora” episode of the Partridge Family, that gorgeous teen heartthrob is now a 67 year old man saying goodbye to a long and strange career. I plan to review the show later today though I am clueless as to how – Grade: B
POTUS: Has there been a man less temperamentally right for the Presidency? Both thin skinned and vicious, he can give a punch but can’t take one to save his life. After claiming, without the slightest bit of proof, that Hillary Clinton stole an election he won, Trump now claims, without the slightest bit of proof, that Obama had his phones in Trump Tower bugged. No one takes this nonsense seriously.
Rock Journalism: One of my favorite writers, so great as chief critic for the New York Daily News, Jim Farber, has a terrific interview with the Magnetic Fields’ leader Stephin Merritt in the New York Times (Here) and it is just great to read him again.
Sports: With 20 games to go till the end of the season, the Knicks are 4 1/2 games out of the eighth seed for the wild card and yet another wasted year is going down in ignominy. I would suggest a housecleaning, but how many house cleanings can you do over 25 years? The Dolans need to sell the Knicks for the sake of all of us.
More Sports: Eli Manning has more interceptions than the White House’s secret talks with the Russians. The Jets are rebuilding AGAIN. The Yanks are rebuilding AGAIN. The Rangers will start rebuilding soon enough. The Knicks should triangulate Phil all the way back to LA. Yes folks, it has come to this: save us Noah Syndergaard, you’re our only hope.
New Music: Ed Sheeran’s Division has taken over any time that I can find to play it, it is my fun album. I predict a Sheeran riot though, sadly, I didn’t win a ticket to his secret gig!
Old Music: Craig Finnis the indie rocker I love least, when he nails it he nails it dead. What price “Massive Nights”? But when he doesn’t, much of his catalog doesn’t work for me.