Except it feels like 20 years ago the way the years run, don't it?


Now they are saying they know the man who did this thing, or have the right man in custody' or any of that Law & Order kind of action.

I don't know a thing.

I'm not saying they're right, not saying that they are lying.


But don't forget.
Right?


Can't never let yourself forget.
Let Justice prevail. Someday, somehow.

Here is former Amoeba man Matt Dickow and his new daughter, Isobelle Madison:


Isobell's Mom, who did 99.9% of the work that day, was glowing and beautiful in the pictures. Uncle Clancy, well, he's crooning black metal songs now to 2 little babies, and son Owen has another playmate. Congratulations and best wishes to your entire clan from us folks over here at Amoeba.

Reason 2,472 that I love Amoeba: I wake up, I read the paper  (online, of course) and always find some neato thing!

Today, this is the patch of online journalism that jolts me - somewhere between a good cup of coffee and shock-paddles de resuscitare, I find this description of a man shopping at Amoeba Music, the one on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, California:

from the calendar section of the LA Times:

'... These [albums] were not of mere musical interest to Boyd. He produced them. And throughout the store there's plenty more of his handiwork: influential albums by innovative English folk-rock group Fairport Convention and its most famous alums, Richard Thompson and the late Sandy Denny; the idiosyncratic work of Scottish psychedelic-folk avatars the Incredible String Band; and the singular sounds from the too-brief life of singer-songwriter Nick Drake.

Although that music stands on its own merits, the value is even more evident in the presence here of many younger acts claiming influence from Boyd's catalog, from R.E.M. (which recruited him to produce the 1985 "Fables of the Reconstruction" album) to the currently acclaimed crop of "freak-folk" figures such as Devendra Banhart and (seen to your left) Joanna Newsom, who talk of music associated with Boyd in hushed, reverent tones."


... so, ,maybe Miss Ess, purveyor of music lit world-wide, can blog to us all one day and tell us what she thought of this man's new book:

'Did I see? Why, what kind of trick is thi-?'

No, no ... I'm watching Wordplay on a Sunday, which means it's extra hard to watch today so if you're tired, wait until Monday ...  anyway, it reminded me of another documentary Spellbound, which I was also the last to see. I should call my movie blogs 'The Finally Founds' or perhaps more accurate would be something along the lines of 'No Attention-Span Theater'

As I was saying, Ladies and Gents, I present to you
Wordplay aka Word Play:

An incredible look at Crossword Puzzles, the folks who can do them faster than I can find a pencil - yes, pencil, and fascinatingly: how crosswords are made.

Especially this fella, goes by the name Will Shortz? Face it, when you think artificial heart, you think Jarvis-7 and Barney Clark. Snap. (Some argue the order, but hey ...) When someone says crossword puzzle, you think The New York Times and Will Shortz. (Some argue the order, but hey ...)

If you have no idea what I am talking about, it's even more reason for you to see this docu-mama as soon as you can get yer hands upon it!

My new motto as of last week? I know nothing!  I promise you, it's freeing. Try it. Whee.

I am no stranger to the squares and cursing beneath my breath as I struggle with that last corner of an angry weekend puzzle. I'm also no stranger to a really bad Monday when I couldn't even finish the puzzle in the Oakland Tribune. Lucky for me, I also remember the joy I got from any Sunday New York Times puzzle that I finished or not. (Most of them, not)

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