Bruce Robison and Kelly Willis Friday night at Off Broadway in St. Louis. Their version of George Jones’ “Good Year For The Roses” was a standout in another breathtakingly good show, as were “9,999,999 Tears” from their new album, Cheater’s Game, and the show-closing cover of “Harper Valley PTA”. This show was heavier on Kelly’s What I Deserve (a true stunner of an album when I first heard it in 1998 that earned its top-10 desert island disc status almost immediately) than the show I saw in Ohio three weeks ago, and you’ll hear no complaint from me.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t add that Kelly apologized to me after the show because she was afraid she’d worn the same dress for both shows (she didn’t). Made me laugh.

If you don’t go see them when they’re anywhere near you, you’re missing out on some of the best country music being made and performed today.

Sometimes I go weeks and weeks and weeks, I don’t need a boop from anybody. And then other times all of a sudden, I send a boop out, I don’t get a boop back in five or six minutes, and then I’m literally up a tree. I have to go climb a tree, and I’m up there pulling my hair out about ‘Where’s the boop back?’

RotL Ep. 70: “Bad Cop, Worse Cop, Man In Bathrobe” (via roderickin)

This was my favorite episode of ROTL in a long time.

I mean, they’re all great, but this one was special.

(via merlin)

Source: roderickin

The Internet is Eating Me: To A Fishstick Dying Young

jimmymarks:

As we near the inevitable conclusion of You Look Nice Today, my feelings become too much to bear. And when that happens, you get poetry. What follows is my lament for one of the greatest podcasts of all time.

Where now is Tang Tang and rider, my son?
When comes the train to Dubai?
Where is…

You Look Nice Today was the first — no, second — must-listen-every-time-it-is-released podcast I ever encountered (Never Not Funny was the first), and upon its inevitable demise, I’m melancholy. I’ve spent time with all three of the fellas responsible — some more than others — and I’m glad to count at least one of them among my friends, and the other two better-than-casual-acquaintances. It’s the funniest goddamned thing I’ve ever heard in my life, but also gave me a sense of belonging, to that insidest of inside jokes that only the people with whom I wanted to be associated got.

It’s a sad day in the Baldwin house. Sad for what could have been. Happy because I’m so proud of my pals to have ever done something that meant so much to so many. I’m …

I don’t know what I am. But I’m doing the Fishstick, and I’ll be doing it for the next few days if you want to join me.