Sometimes, the alternate universe comes to you

I just listened to a twelve-minute live bootleg of Bruce Springsteen singing "Cuts Like a Knife."

Springsteen is, when it comes it, no better a singer than Bryan Adams. He is, however, both a better musician, and better able to appreciate the potential of music. Bruce tosses about six minutes of spoken word material into the mix, telling a story of a long-lost ex who cheated on him when he was young, which he uses (like any good storyteller) to bring the audience into the song as he hits the finale and find the soul in the song.

Twenty years ago (if this song had even existed then), I might have been lucky to find a $25 bootleg CD at Rainy Day Records. Assuming I knew the song was there in the first place.

I love living in the Internet age.

(And yes, now listening to Rasputina covering Led Zeppelin.)

It's inevitable

They say that the best way to lie is to believe the bullshit you're spewing yourself. The problem, of course, is that deep down, you always know the truth.

It's pretty clear that Jan Brewer is no longer capable of believing her own BS: