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Posted in Picture du jour on May 23rd, 2013 by bill

How the Buttholes Got Their Name

Posted in Dancing about architecture on May 20th, 2013 by bill

When I read this paragraph from Michael Azerrad’s Our Band Could Be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie Underground 1981–1991 while sitting at the dining room table last night, it made me laugh until I had a minor seizure. Try and guess which part did it; it won’t be hard.

The band changed its name for every show — at various times they were called: Ashtray Babyheads, Nine Inch Worm Makes Own Food, Vodka Family Winstons, and the Inalienable Right to Eat Fred Astaire’s Asshole — until one fateful night. “We had a song called ‘Butthole Surfers,‘ ” says [Paul] Leary, “and the guy who was introducing us that night forgot what we were called and so he just called us the Butthole Surfers.” Since that was their first paying show, they decided to let the name stick. At the time — and for years afterward — one could barely utter the band’s name in public, and their name was often abbreviated in advertisements as “B.H. Surfers.”

To this day, if you do a Google search for “Butthole Surfers,” it does not autocomplete, as if the name were something to be ashamed of. (Amazon is less squeamish.) Just imagine how much trouble they would have had if they’d gone with “The Inalienable Right to Eat Fred Astaire’s Asshole.”

Pass It On

Posted in Golden (State) Years on May 17th, 2013 by bill

Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system…the truth is, I don’t feel sad today. The Warriors acquitted themselves well, and you could pretty much tell last night that they had nothing left in the tank. Steph Curry and Andrew Bogut were playing on two good ankles between them, and the whole team looked emotionally and physically exhausted. They gave 110%, left it all out there on the floor, or whatever cliche you want to dredge up…I am also too worn to come up with anything original.

But I’m excited about next season, and for once, with good reason. Rest up, boys, you’ve earned it. See you Halloweenish.

The Party’s Over

Posted in Golden (State) Years on May 17th, 2013 by bill

The party’s over
It’s time to call it a day
They’ve burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away
It’s time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up the piper must be paid

The party’s over
It’s time to call it a day
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party’s over
It’s all over, my friend


Let It Ride

Posted in Golden (State) Years on May 14th, 2013 by bill

The door is that way.

Tonight my basketball team plays Game 5 of its series against the San Antonio Spurs. The teams are tied at 2–2 right now, so this one is pivotal — crucial — decisive — of great consequence — however you want to put it.

So why do I feel so free and easy? Maybe because the Warriors have already overachieved to a rather staggering degree. This is the first playoff experience for everyone on the team who matters, and they’ve been playing without their only All-Star, David Lee. (Asterisk, Lee has made a couple of cameo appearances post-injury; this registers on the inspiration scale to be sure, but on a statistical level mattereth not.) And yet they bounced the #3-seeded Nuggets from the playoffs and have played the #2-seeded Spurs to a standstill.

After losing a subpar Game 3 and suffering through a God-awful first half of Game 4, in which they scored 34 points, the W’s showed huge heart and came back to force overtime. (Let’s not mention the questionable shot at the end of regulation by Jarrett Jack, who also made several great buckets in addition to his usual heart-attack-inspiring, turnover-prone bball performance art.) In the overtime they simply dominated, outscoring the Spurs 13–3 and ending the drama with merciful quickness.

What more can I ask for, really? If the Warriors lose tonight, it will simply be a return to sanity in a world turned upside-down. The Dubs are a young team who will have lots more chances. If the Spurs lose, it will be a shameful failure and perhaps the end of them as a force in the NBA. Tim Duncan is in the twilight of his career, Manu Ginobili is one knee injury away from spending all his time in bars with Diego Maradona, and while Tony Parker has looked great in this series, he turns 31 this week and that kind of quickness doesn’t last forever.

I’he heard the phrase “playing with house money” applied to the Warriors more than once in the last couple weeks, and it is apt. So… everything on blue, and let it ride.

Here We Go Again

Posted in Golden (State) Years on May 9th, 2013 by bill

Richard Jefferson gives Klay Thompson a hug for all of us.

These are exciting and turbulent times in the Warrior Nation — our team has made history twice already this week. First it was the bad kind of history, where they blew a 16-point lead with less than four minutes left in regulation, then lost to the San Antonio Spurs in double overtime. Some of us, and I’m not naming any names here, thought that would crush the spirits of the young men who get paid millions of dollars a year to play basketball with a picture of the Bay Bridge on their chests.

Well surprise, surprise: Last night in Game 2, the Dubs again ran out to a big lead — this time behind the sizzling hot shooting of Klay Thompson — but this time they did not fuck it up. They did make things interesting along the way. As their lead dwindled in the 4th quarter, at one point I glanced around the bar and saw a fellow fan huddled into a corner like an abused puppy afraid of being hit again. But in the end they had enough heart to hang in there, and they ought to love themselves for that.

This was historic because it broke a 30-game losing streak for the Warriors — it was the first time they had won in San Antonio in 16 years, and the first time Spurs senior citizen Tim Duncan had lost a game to the W’s at home. As someone who had watched many of those 30 games, I don’t mind telling you, it felt really good.

Now the series is tied 1–1 and the next two games are in Oakland. A promising situation, but for the record, I’m taking nothing for granted. The Spurs are a great team, and the world of sports is capricious, and the W’s are still playing shorthanded, etc. etc.

But still — this is one of those golden moments that reminds sports fans why we do it, why we suffer through painful seasons and changing lineups and irritating commentators. Because a team that plays together and with inspiration can do things that seem impossible. Right? Right.

Waiting to exhale

Posted in Golden (State) Years on May 3rd, 2013 by bill

You might not think so, but Carl Landry is very happy in this photo.

It’s another happy day in Warriorland, but I think that what many of us are feeling is more akin to relief. Our boys did indeed win Game 6 of their series against the Denver Nuggets last night, advancing to the second round of the playoffs. But they did so in the most terrifying way imaginable, taking an 18-point lead in the 4th quarter and leading us to believe it was Happy Happy Fun Time, then committing turnover after turnover (or throwing the ball all over the place, as coach Mark Jackson put it) and coming within a hair’s breadth of pissing the game away.

But in end the the Dubs prevailed, 92-88, and there was much rejoicing in the Nation. I would like to personally here in public express my gratitude to Andrew Bogut, who had the game of his life when we needed it most, and Draymond Green, the unflappable rookie who repeatedly saved his teammate’s asses.

Also Carl Landry, who was his usual solid-as-a-rock self, and Stephen Curry, who had another one of those crazy third quarters (3 is a magic number for Steph, apparently). And hell, the whole Warriors team, who have brought me and mine a lot of joy over the last couple weeks after it looked like they were down for the count.

Up next are the San Antonio Spurs, an elite and well-seasoned team who have always had our number. Well, who knows…when you believe anything is possible, right?