Country legend Merle Haggard died on Wednesday, his seventy-ninth birthday. Without further ado, because Haggard didn’t seem to be the type who cared for any ado, here are two of his songs. The first seems a fitting choice for the occasion, and the second is a cover of one of his songs, the first one I remember knowing.
Last night, the Detroit Tigers’ 2016 season finally got underway in Miami, where the team opened a two-game series against the Marlins. I’m perhaps over-eager to employ this concept, but if Detroit’s 8-7 win in eleven innings wasn’t a microcosm of a Tigers season, I’m not sure what was. This game had pretty much everything: Continue reading →
With pitchers and catchers due to report to spring training in just three days, now is the time to find out what 2016 has in store for the Atlanta Braves. My latest post at Banished to the Pen, a collaboration with another Atlanta-based BttP contributor and, thanks to crowdsourcing, some of you, has everything you could want in an MLB season preview post: statistics, laments, graphs, hopes, prospect evaluations, and references to Levon Helm, Kansas, and marijuana. What more could you need?
Opening Day is less than two months away, making now the perfect time to digest this tasty season preview.
Late last year, trumpeter, “hype woman,” and co-founder of Sly and the Family Stone Cynthia Robinson lost her battle with cancer. One of the most progressive, important, and funky outfits in all of American music, here’s the crew with a medley from 1968:
The 2016 Jam queue already is filling up, but we’re going to start with this one:
David Bowie was featured in the third-ever Friday Jam post on this site, and here he is now. Nobody turned around the end of a line with such elegance as Bowie, so as we all attempt to plow through life’s commas, I suspect we’ll all recognize that, even if time changes us, we’ll always trace time, at least in part, by reference to Bowie.
The overhead view is of me in a maze, and you see what I’m hunting a few steps away. And I take a wrong turn and I’m on the wrong path, and the people all watching enjoy a good laugh.
Embarrassed with failure, I try to reverse the course that my tread had already traversed. So doing the trauma engulfing my dream invaded through what was an unguarded seam. The torrent of helplessness swept me away to the cavern of shame and the hall of dismay. Inside me a voice was repeating this phrase: “You’ve lost it, you’ll never get out of this maze.” You’ll never get out of this maze
Music: The salve for an explosively terrible Lions’ loss on national television or Aunt Suzanne’s totally unique, insightful, nuanced, and definitely solicited opinions about Donald Trump is a set of extended holiday sounds sure to satisfy. Warm up with “Alice’s Restaurant Massacree” and then blow full-steam into The Last Waltz. That’s a recipe for a Thanksgiving that can’t be beat.
We are thankful for everyone– over six thousand of you in 2015 alone– who stumbled by this virtual space in the past year. Have a wonderful day, and get off the dang computer!
It was a tough week on the health front for a couple folks we keep track of here at ALDLAND. First, Phil Lesh, best known as the bass player for the Grateful Dead, announced that he has bladder cancer. Lesh previously was forced to undergo a liver transplant due to a hepatitis C infection, so word of a new, serious condition was worrisome. The good news is that Phil’s cancer is “non aggressive,” and it sounds like he plans to make a full recovery soon.
Three days later, new Detroit Tigers pitcher Daniel Norris revealed that he’d been battling thyroid cancer this season. Norris’ cancer is malignant, and he will be undergoing treatment in the offseason.
For this week’s Jam, here’s Phil doing his warbly best with the Grateful Dead, twenty years ago in Memphis: