Sunday, July 11, 2010

Most Popular Entry Point: Boys To Men

Recently, I signed up for blog tracking service sitemeter, which offers a stupid amount of coolio information about visitors to The Smoking Nun, including city or country of origin, how many page views, length of stay, links that directed youse to the Nun—and, perhaps most intriguing, the original search that led visitors to the site in the first place.

Apparently, we gays have mastered the art of the random search, because, aside from entering the site by name, the two most popular entry posts over the past three years are pics of hot guys.

So let's see, I spend hours writing analysis about economic issues, my adventures with the U.S. Census, the pitfalls of unemployment and any number of soapbox rants... and it's abs and biceps that anyone actually cares about. Sigh... party on, cool cats.

Perry Payne Reignites Metropolitan Room

Few artists can make one bellow with laughter one minute, then wipe away sentimental tears the next. This has always been the joyous juxtaposition that has made Perry Payne an enduring New York-based talent: She is as savvy at interpreting song as she is a master of madcap comedy.

Her performances last week at Metropolitan Room encored her July show "Getting Away from It All," updated with topical humor about the demise of Al & Tipper Gore and jokes about her southern roots ("I'm from Lynchburg, Va., home of the Fleet Enema Corp.... which now manufactures Chap Stick." Pause. Insert guffaws).

Again, she punctuated a number of comedy gems with dead-on timing—Blossom Dearie's "Bruce" and Steve Randoy’s “He Slipped Me the Plastic,” which she turned from a punch line into an anthemic tour de force—while offering a lovely, customized reading of Trisha Yearwood's "Years" and wrapping her arms around Pink's beautiful "Glitter in the Air."

With Michael Rice & His Travelling Three accompanying with class, Payne's show offered a cool melodic breeze amid New York's tenacious summer heatwave. As always, bravo. Perry performs the stunningly sentimental "Years."

Sippie Cups

Friday happy hour with La Pepes at Lower East Side saloon Common Ground (warning: whose happy hour prices are oddly, off-puttingly Upper East Side).

Friday, July 9, 2010

Nanny State Loses A Round In Cali

At last, one on the side of the people—though in this case, that's dogs, cats and hamsters. The San Francisco Commission of Animal Control and Welfare came up with one of the most ludicrous nanny state ordinances I've heard yet: to ban the sale of pets (except fish) throughout the city.

The reasoning, as usual, was to punish everyone for the misdeeds of a few. Supporters said animal shelters are overrun by people who buy hamsters, parrots, snakes and other animals from pet stores on impulse, then regret the purchase. So let's pass a law!

Remarkably, the issue's roots came from, uh, hamsters. The rodents are the No. 1 animal euthanized at the city's shelter, said San Francisco Animal Care and Control director Rebecca Katz. They just tossed in every other pet for good measure.

Thank god, after hours of idiotic discussion, the measure was tabled, allowing pet stores to continue counseling new owners and offering rescue animals for adoption. The alternative: cross city lines or go to classified ads like Craigslist. Yeah, that's responsible.

Mind you, our Kirby is a rescue. I certainly support adoption of pets—but more so, I support freedom of lawful choice.

Happy Birthday Jessica SImpson!

On Saturday, angelic-voiced Jessica Simpson turns 30! Love this lady. (God, I'm a dork in the lower picola. Oops.)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

"Broadcast News": Dialogue Of The Day

Watching the classic flick “Broadcast News,” which stars Holly Hunter, Albert Brooks—and William Hurt as a handsome, charming, clueless young anchor-man. I worked with this very character at Billboard early in the decade. He was eventually fired, sued the company with all sorts of false accusations—and ultimately won a settlement when Billboard's corporate owner got cold feet. What a sad reality.

The best dialogue in the movie comes as the corporation lays off scores of veteran staffers in its D.C. bureau:
LAID-OFF VETERAN: You know, I’m just old enough to be flattered by the term early retirement.
CORPORATE FLACK: That’s wonderful. What a lovely line. Now if there’s anything I can do for you...
VETERAN: Well I certainly hope you’ll die soon.

Funny, there was a time I might have written such meeself.

Cristiano Ronaldo: Sexiest Man Alive

In May, I posted pics from a Vanity Fair cover shoot featuring World Cup players, including Cristiano Ronaldo. I'd never heard of the Portuguese soccer player at the time, but trust: Two months later, we're well acquainted, thank you.

In fact, at this point, it's safe to say the world knows this 25-year-old celebrity athlete, thanks to posh, high-profile appearances throughout the States, plenty of sexually charged ad contracts and enough paparazzi to rival J-Lo. Enjoying the view and thought I'd be sweet and share.
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Coming Up: New Biz Model From The Ashes

Can't wait to sink my teeth into the upcoming New Music Seminar: "The old record business is over. Album sales are down 60% since 2000, radio is breaking less new music than ever. Record companies are signing fewer new artists and artist development budgets continue to shrink. A new music business is rising from its ashes. We are entering the greatest era of opportunity in history."

I have every intention of becoming part of this innovative new business model, since the one I left behind a year ago at Billboard magazine continues to implode into a sad and desperate state. Stand by for coverage on The Smoking Nun.

Emmy Awards: Wait, This Is U.S. Television?

Apparently, I am so off the radar when it comes to popular TV that I might as well just lock in to TV Land and call it a day... Except for "Glee's" delightful 19 nods, the prime-time Emmy Awards are pretty much a total disconnect for meese.

For example:
* "American Idol" nominated for Outstanding Reality series? Was it my imagination, or has this series not only jumped the shark, but been devoured creatively by a school of guppies? To laud its crass lack of effort and coercive judging is beyond me.

* Lead Comedy Actor: Larry David for "Curb Your Enthusiasm"? As funny as burnt toast. Tony Shalhoub for "Monk"? Funny as a dead daisy. Where's David Duchovny for "Californication"?

* Outstanding Lead Actress/Comedy: Amy Poehler for the miserably unfunny "Parks and Recreation," the brilliant Toni Collette for the bafflingly unamusing "United States of Tara," Edie Falco for the self conscious, jarringly rude "Nurse Jackie," and once again, one-trick pony Julia Louis-Dreyfus for the dreadful "New Adventures of Old Christine." Has the nominating committee watched anything truly funny this season? Where's the refreshing Busy Philipps from "Cougar Town"?

* Outstanding Lead Actor/Drama: Hugh Laurie for "House" again? That's not drama; it's self-loathing. At least Kyle Chandler in "Friday Night Lights" is handsome, even if it's about sports.

* Outstanding Lead Actress/Drama: Julianna Margulies in "The Good Wife." I tried in vain to enjoy this oh-so-earnest new series. Zzzzz. Glenn Close again?

* Outstanding Comedy Series: Thank god for "Glee," to offset yesterday's news: "Curb Your Enthusiasm," "30 Rock," "The Office."

* Variety, Music Or Comedy Series: At least Jay Leno was deservedly absent. They got that one right.

* Outstanding Commercial: Who knew this was a category. Old Spice! Hurrah!!

Jimmy Fallon is hosting the telecast? That settles it: I can't wait to not tune in!

Danger: Don't Breathe, Eat Or Talk!

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief that New York Governor Paterson gave up (for now) on his nickel-and-dime tax to impose a penny per ounce on sugared sodas (which, I, incidentally, have not bought in 25 years), any number of nanny state referendums are moving forward as legislative busybodies look for something to do following their all-important law to ban shopping bags in Cali. So important. For instance...

* New York State Rep. Felix Ortiz is convinced you are too stupid to feed yourself. So let's pass a law! The embecile wants to ban salt from NYC restaurants and impose $1,000 fines to any wicked chef that shakes a sprinkle on your fries. Meanwhile, the FDA is working steadfastly to impose limits on the amount of salt manufacturers are allowed to sell in pre-packaged foods. Next: Let's arrest moms who pepper green peas. Nazis!

* NYC Dictator Mike Bloomberg simply can't get enough of controlling the rights of the people. He's now decided that smoking outdoors is an issue that merits his goddamn iron stamp, promising to ban the personal and lawful practice on beaches and in parks.

He whines, "It’s in the open air, but the air wafts in your direction. But it is also because people take their cigarette butts and the packages and just throw them away. When you ask people in our parks and beaches, they say they just don’t want smokers there."

Okay, I don't want babies in bars, but the idea of passing a law to ban the inappropriate practice is absurd. I wish the Mayor for Life would shut his trans-free fat mouth for once and resist the temptation to manhandle personal freedoms.

* Elsewhere in New York, Democratic Sen. Daniel Squadron, donning a police helmet, has decided that the city's manic, maddening after-dark nightlife is wildly out of control (who cares about the tedious little budget crisis in Albany?), and has sponsored a bill allowing the State Liquor Authority to shutter a club or tavern if cops are called six times in eight weeks for noise. So if I'm the nasty old gadfly who chose to live above the Acme Bar & Grill, all I have to do is ring up 311 a half-dozen times in two months and wait for Starbucks to open a new shop. Nice.

The bill is waiting for Gov. Paterson to sign. Fortunately, he's real busy looking for ways to mend a $90 billion state deficit. No worries: His absurd $1.60 state tax on smokes, approved last week, will take care of the problem lickety split.

* U.S. airline carriers simply cannot bear the notion of customer service. Now they're looking to make passing out peanuts on board illegal! They asked the Department of Transportation to solicit comments on "allergy sufferers being at risk" in the presence of nuts. Yes, I do seem to recall great concern for the hundreds of thousands of nut-related fatalities on commercial airliners. Man, that's a good one!

The DOT admitted it had no authority to impose such a ban and the airlines ultimately, quietly dropped the whole foolhardy issue.

* Major League Baseball is being told it should ban players from using smokeless tobacco in dugouts and on the field cause kids are bound to take up the habit, since their parents are too stupid to have any influence. Rep. Henry Waxman blared, “Millions of young fans are exposed on a daily basis to the use of smokeless tobacco by their heroes." Hey, Waxman... smoke this.

* The FDA, in its infinite wisdom, is not only tampering with the food that people are allowed to eat; now it's force-feeding pet owners to stop giving their dogs bones! “Bones are unsafe no matter what their size. Giving your dog a bone may make your pet a candidate for a trip to your veterinarian’s office later, possible emergency surgery or even death,” offers a fear-monger vet with the FDA.

* And finally, in April, the Santa Clara County, Calif. Board of Supervisors voted to ban restaurants from giving away toys with children's meals that exceed set levels of calories, fat, salt and sugar. No more Happy Meals for you, Junior! Eat your grapes and smile—or else the county will fine McD's $1,000!

"This ordinance breaks the link between unhealthy food and prizes," said Nanny Supervisor Ken Yeager. "Toys capture the tastes of children and get them hooked on eating high-sugar, high-fat foods early in life." Altogether now: Because people are too stupid to make their own decisions!

Thank god the government knows best. How could I live without you? Oh, by the way, any ideas about a job? I know you're real busy pushing these essential laws... just asking.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Headline Of The Day!

I swear, you can't make this shit up.Congrats to the genius new generation of online journalists for repeating it—worldwide! Here's a smattering I collected.

Grumpy Gramps Prince: 'Da Internet's Ovah'

Oh, poor, dear, head-up-his-arse Prince. The times, they have left the former singing superstar in the dust. In an interview with London's Daily Mirror, the reporter was not allowed to bring a camera, tape recorder or mobile phone (translation: "technology, screech!").

In the interview, the teensy artist waaaaahed that his new album "20TEN," which nobody cares about nor even knew was on the horizon, will be released in the U.K. as a freebie in the Mirror this weekend. Why come? Cause Prince says he "believe(s) in finding new ways to distribute my music." Translation: "I've burned bridges with every record company and no one else gives a shit."

In addition, his new stuff will not be available for download, on YouTube or on his web site—which he's shuttered. And why's dat? This gets even better. Bitsy responds, "The internet's completely over. I don't see why I should give my new music to iTunes or anyone else. They won't pay me an advance for it and then they get angry when they can't get it.

"The internet's like MTV. At one time MTV was hip and suddenly it became outdated. Anyway, all these computers and digital gadgets are no good. They just fill your head with numbers and that can't be good for you."

This from the same dude who once believed words were too good for him, so his name became a symbol. Let's see, how do you spell Prince? Oh, yes, like this: i-r-r-e-l-e-v-a-n-t.

George Eliot: Quote Of The Day