five guys walk into a bar...

I'm trying to write a piece centered on Rod Stewart's "Every Picture Tells a Story," which motivated me to put the Faces box set, "five guys walk into a bar..." on the CD player. A lovely gift from the Psychedelic Eskimo a few years ago. Although it's kind of annoying that the set is not arranged in chronological order, it also demonstrates that their tight, sloppy singles, loose rehearsal sessions, fiery airchecks, and joking around in the studio banter was all of a piece. Rod was at his peak, Ronnie Lane was writing great songs (one of my resolutions this year: get those Ronnie Lane solo recordings) and singing them sweetly.

Of all games not to be televised--the Warriors losing 144-135 to the Memphis Grizzlies last night. Not that I like to see the W's lose, but I like to see nearly three hundred point games. The Warriors are the Faces of the NBA. Flashes of brilliance, and lots of inconsistency... five warriors walk into a bar...