Short Bursts

Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough Department
You may have heard about Michael Jackson? The child singer recently went to the great big “Neverland in the Sky,” but like Elvis before him, he’s worth more now than as the stand-in for Skeletor. Apparently before he had massive heart failure, MJJ was filming his rehearsals for his upcoming British concert gigs. The wise and powerful Sony grabbed the guy from High School Musical and decided to edit the footage down to make some sort of musical documentary that, you know, isn’t Spinal Tap. Michael Jackson’s ‘This Is It’ will probably generate a few bucks and some rubberneckers at the local cineplex. I think I’ll wait for the inevitable DVD release.

Master of Moptops is Pulling Your Strings Department
I have been informed there is a band which plays Beatles songs in the style of Metallica. They are named, Beatallica, of course. The guy does an amazing James Hetfield impression.

The Future’s So Bright Department
Remember the early 90s commercials from AT&T that asked various technology questions and then ended with Tom Selleck saying “You Will?” If not, here they are for you to ponder. I find it fascinating how truly accurate the predictions were… and a “Before They Were Stars” Jenna Elfman in the baby one. I wonder what would be in a set of new ones created today?

Twits and Bats Department
Once Twitter’s arch-nemesis, St. Louis Cardinals manager Tony La Russa is now buddy-buddy with the blue bird. Cardinals fans were treated to a ceremonial opening pitching by none other than Jack Dorsey, Twitter’s Creator and Co-founder. The milestone event pretty much puts to bed the former quarrel between La Russa and Twitter, which had the baseball manager suing the company for trademark infringement, cybersquatting and misappropriation of name and likeness. The best thing to come out of it was Verified Accounts, which elimiated the Fake Celebrities on Twitter.

Tooting About Nick Hornby Department
I’ve read the first chapter of the new Nick Hornby book, Juliet, Naked. I loved every word. I love the name of the characters and I really loved the plot. From the description:

Annie loves Duncan-or thinks she does. Duncan loves Annie, but then, all of a sudden, he doesn’t. Duncan really loves Tucker Crowe, a reclusive Dylanish singer-songwriter who stopped making music ten years ago. Annie stops loving Duncan, and starts getting her own life.

In doing so, she initiates an e-mail correspondence with Tucker, and a connection is forged between two lonely people who are looking for more out of what they’ve got. Tucker’s been languishing (and he’s unnervingly aware of it), living in rural Pennsylvania with what he sees as his one hope for redemption amid a life of emotional and artistic ruin-his young son, Jackson. But then there’s also the new material he’s about to release to the world: an acoustic, stripped-down version of his greatest album, Juliet-entitled, Juliet, Naked.

What happens when a washed-up musician looks for another chance? And miles away, a restless, childless woman looks for a change? Juliet, Naked is a powerfully engrossing, humblingly humorous novel about music, love, loneliness, and the struggle to live up to one’s promise.

Here’s a link to the first chapter. If you love music just a little bit, you won’t be disappointed.