Well, "new."

Some comedian has a bit about how pro athletes need a "no man" in their entourage to balance the enabling "yes men" who'll get the athlete in trouble.

Hell, maybe. I got offered an eight-ball for $120 a couple of years ago.

I usually 'ship heart attacks with either diabetes or neurological events.

I never got into that show.

No—Intercourse, PA.

No shit. Obama got them to make the sentencing differences less awful, but they're still awful.

Coke's relatively cheap these days.

That was just different enough from Count Basie's M-Squad theme to keep ZAZ out of court.

So did everyone. At least in my house.

HI-YOOO

What 65-year-old still does coke? Those are some prime heart attack years.

No, of course not. There are plenty of good people in that business, but there are a lot of cartoon stereotypes who are perfectly happy to behave as such.

Less so than I am.

Me too. It was maddening.

Well, I've heard 12 bands out of that whole list, so I'm still old as fuck, but not 100% out of touch with The Musics of the Young.

The Bjork newswire is down the page, sir or madam.

I hear a crime goin'!

Vince Gill works via remote control.

Yes.