Chem-trailing, shanti grooves and odor-free bingo

The SadiesThis week ‘The Goods’ finds me a little out of touch. You see, I have been staying home ever since the Telegraph blew the lid off the chemtrails conspiracy. For those of you who don’t know, our government is spending millions of dollars (received from the Illuminati, no doubt) to spray its people with deadly chemicals. I know it’s true because this guy from the very level-headed town of Santa Fe travels around doing talks about it. So if I seem a little out of the loop this week, you know why: I’ve been holed up in my house staring at the sky through brand new, double-paned windows.

Also, every entertainment recommendation this week is an indoor event.

Ever wonder what would happen if a group of high school teachers got together, made an old-timey country band and called themselves “The Erasers?” (I know it sounds square, but it really isn’t). Well, you can check it out for yourself at Storyville’s supper club this Friday. The supper club starts at 5:30, and the music is generally good and family-friendly. (Unlike last week’s punk rock breakfast. Sheesh, what was I thinking bringing an 18-month-old to that insanity?)

Jam-grass fans will twirl with delight as Shanti Groove takes the stage later that night.

The Summit has lots of live music this week. Tonight features Durango ska favorites, Warsaw. I’ve seen Warsaw a few times and always have had a great time. Track down a skinny tie, roll up the cuffs of a brand new pair of jeans, and skank with pride.

Another perennial fave will be at the Summit on Monday the 16th. Cabaret Diosa plays sultry Latin jazz that will pack the house and make you dance. The only thing I wonder about is this band has a lot of members and the stage at the Summit is a little on the small side. I almost expect some of Caberet Diosa to set up on the dance floor – which, of course, could be fun. Call the Summit regarding cover prices. Both shows start around 8 p.m.

Do you love to play bingo but can’t stand the old-people smell? Well now you can bingo your little heart out every Thursday night at Lady Falconburghs. The festivities begin at 9p.m. and run until 10:30 or so. Expect your basic bingo set-up but with prizes like T-shirts and beer. A couple of people I know went last week, and they say they had a real good time.

This Week’s Sign That the End is Near: The very public battle between Martha Burk and Hootie Johnson over the admission of a female member to Augusta National Country Club just won’t end. It’s gotten to the point where I’m afraid to watch Sportscenter for fear of inadvertently catching another pointless update. Board members of Augusta are resigning their posts; New York Times columnists are being censored; and Tiger Woods is being forced to take a stand because of this.

How about this: Who the hell cares? How is it going to affect Suzy Homemaker’s life if some rich old white lady is allowed to join a club and golf with a bunch of rich old white guys? Martha Burk is a callous publicity hound who could be spending her time much more productively, and Hootie Johnson is a bumbling, sexist jerk. My real beef is that this will sully next spring’s Masters Tournament, one of the greatest sporting events of the year.

Hootie: Shut up and admit Nancy Lopez so Martha Burk can go back to lesser causes like, oh say, equal pay for equal work.

This Week’s Album to Drop Everything and Go Buy: Jim Dickinson is better known for his work as a producer and session sideman than his actual musical output. In fact, he’s only released two albums in the last 30 years. The 1972 release “Dixie Fried” was heavily praised at the time; this year brings us “Free Beer Tomorrow.” Dickinson has worked with everyone from Aretha Franklin to the Replacements, and his vast experience shows on this record. It’s mostly a blues record, but “Free Beer Tomorrow” has a little bit of everything. There’s blue-eyed soul, swinging jazz, a ballad (Merle Haggard’s touching “If I Could Only Fly”), even some Replacements-like barrelhouse punk.

All the songs on this album seem tossed together and barely able to keep within the regular boundaries of a typical song. It sounds like the songs could fall apart at any moment or the musicians could drift off onto separate tangents abandoning the song altogether. In lesser hands, this would make for an ultimately annoying album. But Dickinson’s voice and piano somehow hold it all together and make sense of it all.

Dickinson’s two sons, Cody and Luther, who make up two-thirds of the recently popular North Mississippi All-Stars, play drums and guitar on most tracks, giving “Free Beer” an intimate, almost familial feel. My only complaint is that this 10-song disc clocks in at just over 35 minutes, and with 30 years between releases I would expect a little more meat.

Keep me posted.






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