I'm in a bit of a mood today. I think it's the combination of the all of the readily available candy, and the condition of being snowbound. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl. All work and no play makes Jen a dull girl.

Anyway, I was surfing The Smoking Gun looking for the complaint that Fred Goldman filed against O.J. Simpson. Did you hear about this? He's trying to get a hold of the money that O.J. received for his part in the mercifully defunct "If I Did It" project. Good for Fred Goldman! No amount of money will bring his son back, or bring the Goldman family peace, but that doesn't mean that O.J. should get to keep the money, or have a moment's peace, either! I'm glad Fred Goldman has the fight in him that is needed to stay in O.J.'s face.

While I was poking around the archives, I found something pretty noteworthy among all of the weird and sometimes foul stuff they post (stay away from the articles about the salad dressing, I wish I had...), the backstage rider for Iggy and the Stooges.

The Smoking Gun has a whole area devoted to these riders, the requirements that performers make of the promoters in each city as they go on tour. Generally they're pretty blah and technical, with occasional glimpses into the personality of the performer. I usually glance at the riders of people I've heard of, and then move on, wondering how people who read these for a living manage to stay awake. But, the requirements on this one were just hilarious! I actually read the entire thing, and enjoyed it. It's not for the kiddies, and can be a bit offensive at times (but still funny!), and you can read it here. For example, from the equipment requirements:

1 x 13 inch and 1 x 14 inch TOM-TOM WITH MOUNTING. And if you can't bring the mounting to us, we'll have to send a bloke called Mohammed to the mounting. A stand mount would be find, or a bass drum mount. Here endeth the sermon on the mount.

So, if you're blizzarded in like we are in Denver, and need a few giggles, check it out. And then send dishwasher detergent! We ran out, and can't get to the store to buy any, so the dishes are piling up. If this snow doesn't stop soon, we're going to end up actually hand washing the dishes so we have something to serve the dead rugby players in...

Labels: newsworthy, snow, stephen king