Stuff I’ve been enjoying lately:
Another Bullshit Night In Suck City, by Nick Flynn. One of the great memoirs of recent years, focusing on the author’s relationship with his homeless father. Flynn can really write.
The Los Angeles Diaries, by James Brown. Brown watched his mother set fire to an apartment building, battled drug addiction, and lived through both of his siblings suicides. I recommended this last year as well. Everyone should read this book.
Kiss Me, Judas, by Will Christopher Baer. Yeah, I’m on sort of a dark kick. I read this book every single year, sometimes twice. It’s a nasty noir, but also beautiful and hopeful in its own way, with stunning use of imagery and, well, just some drop dead wonderful sentences.
Common Nonsense, by Andy Rooney. Yeah, make all the jokes you want. Rooney happens to be a very clever man, and a fine writer to boot.
Ari Hest, Someone To Tell. The best album I’ve heard in over a year. Well, OK, I don’t really listen to as much music as I used to, but still. Every song is a gem. Sort of a grittier John Mayer. You’ll be humming the first single "They’re On To Me" for the next two weeks.
Michael Buble, It’s Time. The new Sinatra, the new Connick. Yeah, you’ve heard it before, but he’s the real deal. You can hear his song "Feeling Good" in ESPN promos for the World Series of Poker. Great, swingin’ stuff.
Tommy Keene, Drowning. In an alternate universe, Tommy Keene is a huge star. This is his new album of B-sides and leftovers, which are better than most power pop band’s A stuff. Turn it up loud.
The Best of Triumph The Insult Dog. His takedown of Star Wars fans waiting in line has to be one of the ten funniest things I’ve ever seen on television.
Gallery of the Absurd. "Gossip Fueled Art." Some very funny artwork here. I like Renee Zellweger’s Extreme Sour Lemon Candy. Ha!
Smart Ones Fire Grilled Chicken and Vegetables. This is quite possibly the best frozen dinner I’ve ever had. It’s like a little orgasm for your mouth. (Of course, it’s only "smart" if you have one of the boxes for dinner and not three of them like I do.)