I was just looking through my recent posts and getting more depressed by the second. Jeez, what a downer I am—no wonder my stats are plummeting faster than John McCain’s campaign coffers. Why do I only write about mood swings, fundamentalists, and dead celebrities? Time to lighten things up around here and go back to my other reliable standby: shameless family promotion.
Take a look at this unbelievably cool full-page photo of my nephew’s band, The Blisters, from the current issue of “Chicago” magazine (if you click on the photo, it will pop up large enough to read the article). Have you ever seen a better action shot of a band, the Rolling Stones and Beatles included? Now THAT is a rockin’ group. Not to ruin the magic, but my sister sent me photos she took during the shoot and it was a pretty amazing process. Each of the boys was photographed separately against this very cool chalkboard backdrop. Their images would instantly appear on the souped-up Mac and could be manipulated separately from the background. How do they do that?
Unfortunately we’ll be missing the Blisters’ return engagement at Lollapalooza this year but we’ll be in Chicago for their Millennium Park gig on August 20th. Then we’ll be heading back with the Tweedy clan for the west coast leg of the current Wilco tour. If you’re at any of these events, feel free to approach the out-of-place middle-aged bald guy to tell him how depressing you think his blog is.
Spencer has been away for almost a month at the same overnight camp my mother went to in the 1940s. Now it’s run by a different Jewish organization but it looks exactly the same. It’s especially poignant for my siblings and me to see Spencer in surroundings that are so familiar to us from many black and white photos of our young mother. It’s Spencer’s biggest experience to date with organized Judaism and my sister is wondering if he’s going to come home and start separating milk and meat products or refuse to play in his band on the Jewish Sabbath.
Most of the photos of Spencer that have appeared on the camp’s website show him with his new best bud, the son of True Ancestor blogger, David Gottlieb. I only met the Gottlieb family through blogging (their blogging ranks include David, his sister Annie, his brother, his father, and his nieces and nephew) but I have uncovered so many connections between our two families that I’m convinced we were all hanging out at the same pogroms back in the Old Country. We had no idea David’s son would be at this camp, much less in Spencer’s cabin, it seems like a freakishly bizarre coincidence…OR IS IT?
In my recent post about the so-called controversy surrounding the use of Wilco songs in some Volkswagen commercials, some critics have all but accused Jeff Tweedy of having a God complex. What nonsense. But be sure to tune in to tonight’s episode of “Lil’ Bush,” the new animated series on the Comedy Network, where Jeff will be playing…um…the voice of God! Gulp. He joins Iggy Pop as Lil’ Rummy, Frank Black as the Devil, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers as themselves. Will this part create delusions of grandeur? Oh well, it’s better than his last role. This isn’t the first time Jeff has been animated. He appeared in our Toronto cousins Jeremy and Jonas Diamond’s brilliant series, “Odd Job Jack” on the Canadian Comedy Network. (For some reason, this great show is not yet available in the U.S. but you can watch episodes online.)
I’m wondering how Spencer’s camp would react if they knew one of their new campers was the son of God. Maybe they’d be fine with it—the first one was Jewish too. I wonder if Jesus was any good at water polo.