He was a drama teacher. He calls it “make-up.” His fan club (also known as the CBC and Toronto Star) will report it as such, and they’ll make it a non-story. Double-standards apply with news media everywhere.

Amazes me that Stranglers drummer Jet Black is three years older then Charlie Watts. (Both are still alive, God bless ‘em.)

Justin admits to reporters he has dressed up in blackface on multiple occasions.

Election fever!!

@JC

I was surprised to learn Ocasek was only a year younger than Mick Jagger and 8 years younger than Jerry Lee Lewis (The Killer is still alive!). Completely different musical generations, but not a lotta difference in age. He was a late bloomer.

Georgia beats Wales and USA defeats France. Circle it.

I had three last week. Ooooh, feels good, man.

To rate players in the ‘87 tournament, you’d pretty much have to have been born by 1970 to have seen that RWC and grade the players with any degree of knowledge, which means you’d have to be nearly 50 years old now.

Curious... what is the breakdown of Fern subscribers above/below 40? There’re a few oldfucks here (raises hand slowly), yet my guess is anybody with a sharp recollection of 1987 would be a distinct minority.

@Salacious-Crumb said in 2019 Rugby World Cup:

#1. Brad Thorn securing lineout ball 80th min Final 2011.

BTW who made the call on that play? Richie on the field? Situational coaching drills? I never have heard the story. Would love to know...

@booboo said in 2019 Rugby World Cup:

#1. Brad Thorn securing lineout ball 80th min Final 2011.

Up to that “moment” my asshole had never been tighter my entire life.

A long excerpt from a lovely Rolling Stone tribute:

Baby Hold On: Why Eddie Money Was the Patron Saint of Rock Uncool

With a string of immortal hits, the late singer ignored trends and hit FM paydirt time and time again

[...]

For decades, we’ve been taught that pop stars, especially rock stars, are supposed to embody a certain type of cool. But the accidental genius of Money, who died Friday of heart valve complications at 70, was that he almost never was. Throughout pretty much his entire career, he was rock’s endearing every-palooka, a clumsy, somewhat overwrought guy who was one of rock’s most relatable acts and, during a 45-year career, stumbled onto some of the most enduring radio hits of his era.

Money threw himself into songs the way he threw himself into stage shows: with a sloppy passion. Rock lyrics don’t get any more generic than those in the frisky “Think I’m in Love” or his first hit “Baby Hold On” — “the future is ours to see/when you hold on to me” — but Money sang them, and other songs, as if he believed fully in every single word and that his life depended on conveying them with as much intensity as he could.

This was also the era of the pillow-soft sound now called Yacht Rock, a fairly loathsome term dripping with ironic appreciation for the likes of Christopher Cross and Rupert Holmes. But again, Money was never quite right for that moment, either. Hardly a suave crooner, he stood in for every person who was all sputtery emotions, bereft of the polished or articulate gene. As seen repeatedly in his videos, he couldn’t quite pull off the glam-sultry look either, even when he was pretending to be a vampire (“Think I’m in Love”).

Five minutes of bleating desperation, “Take Me Home Tonight,” the 1986 hit that put him back on the charts after a dry spell, remains a wondrous record. As always, he sang it as if his world was falling apart and there was nothing he could do about it — a tension only released when Ronnie Spector emerged to pay homage to her Ronettes hit “Be My Baby” in what may have been the first “live sample” in pop, not cribbing from an old record but actually using the original singer to recreate the part.

[...]

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-features/eddie-money-appreciation-884179/