Stern Warning.

Hey! If Howard Stern is gonna get the boot, shouldn't Jerry Springer follow shortly? He is worse. Get rid of them all.

The Violence Of The Passion.

Saw The Passion on opening night, and decided to wait a day until everything had sunk in before blogging about it.

It was too grotesque and I was left wishing for more of the flashback scenes, the good scenes, of his life. More of the pleasant scenes would have balanced out the overwhelming tremendous violence. In one, we see him trip and fall as a child, and share Mary's concern as she runs to pick him up. Jesus and Mary lovingly interact when he is a young carpenter in an all-too-short memory. Far too little of his teachings of love and tolerance is shown, and far too much of the heart-stopping violence of his murder plays out seemingly forever. Not a popcorn kind of movie. Bring some tissues if you go. And a barf bag.

Windy, No Rain.

It never really rained. Woke up before dawn, listened for wet noises. No splash, so got up and went on bike ride. Rode the regular loop including Piedmont dish and with the wind, that was tough enough. No dog. Feel stronger. Practiced piano many hours yesterday. Walked dog last night.

Thus Spake Dave.

Last night David Letterman said, "There is a rumor that President George Bush had a nose job. If this is true it would be the first new job he has created since taking office."

Happy B.D. Walter.

In one of life's ever-so-strange coincidences, I turned on the radio and was at my cd rack this morning looking for something cool to play when I picked up Donald Fagen's Kamakiriad. Turning it over in my hands I noted on the back of the cd in fine print at the bottom that it reads, "Produced by Walter Becker." At that very moment the KCSM DJ spoke up, saying, "And today is the birthday of Walter Becker, half of Steely Dan. Happy Birthday, Walter." Boy, is my subconscious mind working overtime.

Becker's 11 Tracks of Whack is one of my favorite albums. No foolin'.

The Ugly Truth.

Regarding the female Colorado University football player rape allegations, the ugly truth is that this matter would never receive near as much press were it not for the fact Katie Hnida is a pretty blonde. If she were some kinda buck-toothed, overweight, pock-marked trailer trash, that coach would have kicked her to the curb and the university administration would have turned a blind eye. You know, I honestly believe it.

Return The Favor.

Just in case you need another reason to stop eating beef altogether, get a load of this story. Way to go, No. 569.

My Visit to the Gehry-Disney Concert Hall.

I didn't bring my camera, but will always have excellent memories of my visit this last weekend. This is the most remarkable building I have ever seen.Disney Concert Hall.jpg

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Let Us Rejoice.

I am so proud of Mayor Gavin Newsom for busting the mold. People should be allowed to do whatever makes them happy. Finally. The question is, what would it bother anyone who isn't involved? Private lives are just that: Private. Period.

People vs. "ChiPpy"

It is unnerving that the California Highway Patrol has the audacity to go on broadcast radio, television and the internet asking Californians for contributions to a trust fund set up to help pay exhorbitant medical costs to rescue a lost and injured sea lion (note: not an endangered species) when there are human beings, who actually contribute to society, who are in far greater need. They should instead be soliciting contributions to more worthwhile causes, such as cancer research, AIDS relief, a battered womens shelter, or Unicef.

I was once told that the most important thing to decide, is to decide what is most important. In my mind, helping a single human being outweighs helping a single misdguided sea lion. (Further note: ChiPpy is a male and obviously failed to ask for directions.)

Wait Just A Doggone Minute.

The next time I hear some guy complaining about so-called "women drivers" putting makeup on while driving (which, by the way, we don't do; we only apply lipstick or mascara while waiting for the light to change), I will have to remind him just how many males I see running electrical razors over their faces, simultaneously driving and looking in the rearview mirror. This morning, I got behind some guy who was using the rearview and sideview mirrors to shave his pwetty widdle face. I was surprised he could drive at all.

Told You So.

Perhaps if the Bush Administration kept us apprised of how Saddam is coming along, we wouldn't be feeling so bad about this whole false-pretense (read: big fat lie) pre-emptive war thing. Like, are they torturing him? Is he suffering much? If so, just how much, and why the big hush about what's going on with him? We want to know. I have to say, I told you so, people. Remember? I voted for Nader. How would Nader have reacted to 9/11? I am certain he would not have gone to war in Iraq. Please, Dear God, do NOT let that nepitismal weinie stay in office one more minute than he is supposed to. Please, Dear God, you didn't listen to me when I prayed that Schwarzenegger lose the race for Governor, but that's okay, he's small potatoes. This is a deeper, more serious plea. God, I implore Thee, please take Bush out of office, forever and ever. Amen.

Songwriting.

Songwriting seems easy, but it's not. Just thought I'd let you know. I'm trying to pull together a few melodic thoughts for my upcoming gigs. Sunday, March 7 @ 11 am to 1 pm in San Gregorio, and Friday, March 26 @ 6 pm to 8 pm at Harmony Bakery in Palo Alto. It'll be "nice." Hey, I know I'm not great, but I'm pretty good and that's okay.

What's the Big Deal?

Ms. Jackson's exposure at the Super Bowl yesterday notwithstanding, I maintain that the most shocking moment I have ever witnessed on live television was when MTV Award presenter Diana Ross reached across and gave Lil' Kim's lil' booby a big jiggle. This whole Jackson-Timberlake thing pales next to that. And what about Nelly grabbing his crotch and singing about hot ho's takin' off they clothes? Poor Mr. Powell complaining about all that now is too little, too late. It's really no secret that television is crap.

Too bad they couldn't get Emimen to do the show. Eminem would never have pulled a stunt like that. He's just not that kind of trash.