We Saw Lou Reed Cow-Tippin'

When I say "Uptown", you say "Mag"!

Uptown!





Well, never mind. We'll get it next time!

My column in this week's issue is one hundred per cent true, despite how much easier things would be for me if it weren't. There are some weird things going on in my head! I'm sure this comes as a surprise to nobody.

(If you were wondering, and before anybody asks -- yes, I swiped "in mute frustration" from a Guided By Voices song. I am what I am.)

Now, to my knowledge, there are no songs written about smart-car tipping. (At least, not yet. One of these days I'm finally going to get around to establishing a musical career, and then look out.) For now, a cheerful little ditty about celebrity cow-tipping should suffice as musical accompaniment:

The Little Willies - Lou Reed (The Little Willies, 2006)
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The banter at the end of this song gets me every time. And yes, that is Norah Jones on piano and female vocals; this album marked the beginning of her descent into adorable madness, which means I approve of this album immensely. You can imagine how tickled I was to get this album for free when I reviewed it a couple years back, especially since I had no idea what it was when I picked it out in the first place. (That was my usual schtick; I would go in and specifically grab the albums that nobody else wanted, trusted, or could identify.)

Man, CD reviewing was fun back in the day. I should get back into writing reviews again! I buy enough of the damn things, I may as well let you know when I find neat ones.

But, anyway. Smart-car tipping! Yeah!