Music

Ever see a story about somebody who got arrested for doing something you've felt like doing?

Police say a woman singing karaoke in a Connecticut sports bar was attacked by six other women who didn't like her performance.

[. . .]

Bob Dylan has been murdered, and it was a conspiracy:

Bloomington relived Bob Dylan's classics with a traveling group of Indiana musicians called Hoosier Dylan on Saturday at the Buskirk-Chumley Theater.

Folksinger-Americana artist Tim Grimm organized the group after he was inspired by Bob Dylan and his caravan of musicians who traveled the northeast and performed in theaters together in the late 1970s.

Is nothing sacred? From The New York Times:

So the discovery calls into question theories about the evolution of T. rex . . .

Oh, well. We shall press on.

Aww, man! Just when I had all my plans made:

This week's sign that End Times are near:

A Warwickshire woman has changed her name to include 'Michael Jackson' in honour of the late pop legend.

Marina Jane Michael Jackson, of Warwick, said she had been a life-long fan of the star and his death prompted her to take his name by deed poll.

She says all her friends think "it's a little crazy." Nah, Mikey, I'll bet nothing you do really surprises them.

I'd be offended by this, except for the fact that he's right:

Never in the history of this country has there been a generation that's cast a longer shadow without really having done anything to earn it than the children of the 60s -- specifically the so-called Woodstock Generation. For the most part, they're thoroughly undeserving of the immortality they've pretentiously bequeathed to themselves.

[. . .]

Another modern tragedy exposed:

How could I not comment on Bob Dylan getting questioned by police and escorted out of the area? Most of the articles get a good chuckle out of the fact that these young punk cops had no idea who Dylan was and treated him like some little old man who looked suspicious and acted strange:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0ffdwBUL78

They seem to have either their music or their history or both mixed up in Lafayette. A bunch of latter-day pseudo-freaks had a music festival:

LAFAYETTE, Ind. (WLFI) - Downtown Lafayette was overtaken by hundreds of people in tie-dye and bellbottoms, all celebrating a special Mosey Down Main Street.

[. . .]