Monday, September 7, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I'm starting to think even Kimberly and Morris are going to beat me to the punch in joining Twitter. Anyhow, I think I need to make a new career and seek out small cities to join Twitter and Facebook and be in charge of their updates. Oh the social media age.
-Thanks to my co-worker Lisa again for the story behind today's entry.
- Fultondale needs some love. Come on people, they only five followers.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The concept is definitely fascinating, as it is not something we really think about as an occupation, yet there are many who do this in Hollywood Boulevard and cities like it.
The problem with this documentary is I never really connected with and/or cared about any of the “real superheroes.”
Superman was bizarre with an off-the-wall obsession of collecting Superman items and looking like Christopher Reeve, Batman was just angry and average making it off his George Clooney-like features, the Hulk was a sad, former homeless dude with teeth that were hard to look at and Wonder Woman was a struggling actress with relationship and body image issues.
I’ll admit, I did start to become more interested and have a partial change of heart toward the end. So if you have a particular interest in superheroes or movies that take forever to redeem themselves, than I do recommend it to you select few and only you select few.
It did encourage me to add Superman’s hometown of Metropolis, Illinois to my list of places I’d like to visit someday. What a crazy lil’ town to live in.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tomorrow night the legendary Travis Tritt is playing at the Birmingham Race Course at 9 p.m. All I can say is that I know going will guarantee that “It’s a Great Day to Be Alive.”
BONUS: I might be reviewing this for The Birmingham News should I be able to work around some prior family obligations. Should I be so lucky to attend, I will also be on the lookout for some classic mullets and sexy Travis-like hairdos in the crowd and will post pictures ASAP.
And for you hipsters: On another end of the music spectrum, I suggest going to see the Great Book of John. Vocalist/guitarist Taylor Shaw from Wild Sweet Orange, a band that is certainly a local music success story, is the lead man behind GBOJ. Also, my good friend Bekah Fox is on vocals, Alex Mitchell on upright bass, and Chip Kilpatrick (also from Wild Sweet Orange) on drums.
I’m not going to go into describing them besides saying their music is simply beautiful and encouraging you to check it out for yourself.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Needless to say, I knew this story was going to be grand and I was looking forward to getting our section this section week. And yesterday when my editor mentioned the story was called Cletusmania AND there would be a video posted online as well, it was evident the final product was well above and beyond my already high expectations.
Who is coming with me to see Cletus and the Ole Timers play their next gig?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I heard on a country radio station that this song was #1 on the charts a couple of weeks ago … that is how you KNOW it is quality!
The main line in the chorus says it all in this week’s song – “God is great, beer is good and people are crazy.”
I’d like to think most of you agree with at least 2 out of 3 of these statements, but for me it’s all three. Thanks Billy for writing my life’s motto. I’m not sure if there is a God, but if there is I know he is great, and I know faith in something higher is great the very least. Beer is definitely good; that is why the social lives of many of my friends revolve around nightly beer specials. And lastly, if you don’t know that people are crazy, please let me introduce you to some people I know.
If the chorus isn’t getting you, maybe you should think about how realistic this song is. I mean don’t we all meet an old man at the bar circa 2 a.m. and talk about chicks and politics, pondering life and death for hours, only later to find his obit page in the newspaper disclaiming he’s a millionaire and he’s left his fortune to you? I’d sure as heck stop by and drop a six-pack on his grave too Billy; seriously, that’s the least you could do.