Celebrated birthday number 42 yesterday in traditional fashion. Colonoscopy. Nah...just fuggin' with ya, anonymous online reader. Took the day off, as did the Mrs., and we set off on our day of fun. Nothing too exciting. Well, OK, one thing exciting but this here is a family-oriented blog. Did some antique shopping and had a nice lunch at Tommy Bahama's. Then it was back to home base for a viewing of the newest Bond flick "Casino Royale". We got through almost all of it before it was time to pickup The Boy so we still need to watch the last 15 minutes to find out if Bond lives or not. Any takers on that bet?
The wife and the boy sang me Happy Birthday which was the cutest thing ever and we had cake and sushi. Not in that order. It was a fun day. For the most part low-key but that was how I wanted it. How better to spend the day but with the woman I love and the best son a guy could ask for?
Maybe havin' the wife dressed like this. (Didn't think I'd post that, did ya babe?)
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Hey! Our truffles killed a chick!
In one of the more surreal moments I've experienced in my life, our truffles were featured as a major plotline in last night's episode of CSI:NY. Pretty cool I must say. The story had one of our truffles injected with poison and given to a partygoer at a UN function. During the investigation, the CSI sleuths extensively studied a pin-sized hole in the foil of the truffle and a number of shots of the woman eating the deadly truffle were replayed.
CSI props people had contacted us a month or so ago and ordered the truffles for the upcoming taping of this episode. Kinda bizarre to actually see your product as a main component of a TV show's premise. The wife was very complimentary, telling me "Good job, babe" after the show ended....even though I didn't actually "do" anything. No matter...when I tell the story years from now to my great-grandkids it will be about how I starred on an episode of CSI:NY.
By the way, our truffles really don't kill people. I would advise against the Dark Chocolate Strychnine though.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
"Runnin' from the Rock Hall"
Van Halen was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last night. Well, sorta. In reality, Michael Anthony and Sammy Hagar, the two guys not in the current iteration of Van Halen were inducted. More than conspicuous in their absence were Eddie Van Halen, Alex Van Halen and David Lee Roth.
Each had their reasons for missing the shindig. Ed’s in rehab trying to sort out miscellaneous problems including alcohol addiction and just generally being a cantankerous old man. Alex presumably was supporting his brother by not attending. Sure, because that make sense. And Dave? Ah, Dave. Dave didn’t get things the way he wanted so he stomped his feet and sucked his thumb and stayed home Monday night in his PJ’s.
What could have been a shining spectacle of rock and roll, instead fizzled into mediocrity. This is a band that is the most dysfunctional family this side of Axl’s Guns n’ Roses (or whatever he’s calling it these days). A dysfunction that runs so deep, that they couldn’t pull it together for one frickin’ night…for the fans. How truly sad indeed.
Roth has been generally acknowledged as the most arrogant, annoying, self-centered rock star of the last thirty years. He had a chance last night to break from that stigma. He was given a do-over. According to Rock Hall of Fame personnel, Dave refused to appear unless he could sing. Alright, you can sing with Velveteen Rabbit they said (actually it was Velvet Revolver). Dave declined that offer because the song they had enough time to prepare “You Really Got Me,” was not a true Van Halen song. OK, Dave…how about playing any song you want with the fairly accomplished house band. Nope. Dave wanted to put together his own act because of course, he is Diamond Dave, recent paramedic, failed talk show host and nightclub bluegrass singer (really). When he didn’t get his way…well, you know the rest. The same reasons a classic Van Halen reunion has been unattainable for the past twenty-two years. Dave’s an ass, Eddie’s an ass, and the fans don’t really matter much.
Sammy Hagar and Michael Anthony were perfect to be quite honest. They were appreciative, reflective, humble…and seemed remarkably genuine in saying that it shouldn’t have been like this. They really wanted everyone to show up and share in the accolades that at one time they so richly deserved. The biggest, baddest rock n’ roll band on the planet. Hagar summed up what everyone had hoped to see when he said "If we all grew up, including me, maybe all of us could do it together." Hagar said of future Van Halen touring, "I'm down with that." How cool would that be? What VH fan wouldn’t want to see that? Can you imagine Roth and Hagar hammering out “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love” as a duet? The fans would go crazy. Hey guys, it’s us…the fans…..remember us?
I have a new respect for Hagar after his heartfelt words and a bit of sympathy for Michael Anthony who when asked why he was no longer in the band replied, “I don’t know…I’m ready to play.”
In the end, we were left with what might have been. Sad Halen.
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