(For those of you who have just tuned in, “LOL” stands for Law of Life. Click here to see the first 11.)
Everybody’s looking for somebody to blame — especially for last night. First there’s the power outage. Even though the official line still makes vague reference to an “abnormality”, you can bet people are scrambling to nail somebody’s ass — or “hold them accountable” to use the latest PC term.
Then there’s Beyoncé. Joey may have liked her lip-synched dance numbers, but Vickie and I have to agree with venerable music curmudgeon, Bob Lefsetz, who said, “I wasn’t sure what to do after Beyonce’s appearance, join a gym or masturbate.” (We know Joey’s done the former. What about the latter, Joey?)
Lefsetz tries to blame Madonna, CDs, Hip Hop (read his full tirade here) and he lauds Prince, Adele, Mumford & Sons and The Lumineers. (Joey likes The Lumineers too. See this post. Their show tonight at House of Blues — yup, across the bridge — is sold out.)
Singers love to lay blame. Usually they blame somebody else, like when Beyoncé admonishes “you should have put a ring on it.” Once in a while somebody writes a great song blaming himself. Of those, my favorite is Guilty by Randy Newman, sung here perfectly by Bonnie Raitt.
You’ll be blaming yourself big time if you don’t get VIP tickets to see Henri Smith featuring Charles Neville this Friday. It’s the best dinner / show / Mardi Gras party deal around. Best of all, you can avoid feeling guilty because you’ll be helping to send local YMCA Teens on their service-learning trip to New Orleans in April. Oh, and Henri won’t be lip-synching.
The older I get the more I realize that casting blame feels good, but doesn’t accomplish much — sort of like masturbating.