Is there some twisted logic to the fact that two new series that portray Irish-Americans in an unflattering light have debuted just before St. Patrick's Day? Or is it just unfortunate timing? It's kinda weird, right? The Black Donnellys, a preposterous Paul Haggis vehicle, is all about these ne'er do well working-class Irish young folk just can't stay out of jail and are drawn into a life in organized crime. The season opener tries to get away with a... they just had to brutally murder some nasty gangsters to start over. It doesn't have a lot going for it in terms of believability. Then there's the Riches, which concerns a family of Irish travelers (also known as the Tinkers) posing as upwardly mobile suburbanites. The Irish traveler con/scam artists do exist. They've been running repair and house-painting scams in the southeast and mid-Atlantic states, as I learned on 60 Minutes about three years ago. And with Eddie Izzard on board, I have to go with the later and issue a warning about the former.


Tidying up
Because it is turn-your-spit-to-ice-shards frigid outside tonight, I bailed on seeing my pals spin records, watched lame TV and reorganized the links section to your right. I've also retitled the blog url, not for any reason other than I don't care to read my own name in a web address. If you have any objections, please register them now.

I'm working on a great blog post in my head about phrases that are used in music press releases that I never need to see again because they are utterly meaningless. One such phrase is "7.9 in Pitchfork." I'm blanking on the other ones right now.

In other news, execept for participating in the Guitarkestra, my live rock calendar has been bare for a while, but tomorrow night (Tue 6) I'm playing a show with Perfect Panther at the Empty Bottle. I'm not up on the other bands, but I will venture that it'll be one heckuva show and will feature no members of the Arcade Fire, nor will it feature a choir from Budapest.