The original intention of Bulls Balls is to lend a disturbing display of juvenile machismo to one’s monster truck, but Defamer suggests these low-hangers have another purpose:
“We think there’s a different, tired trend ripe for replacement. Instead of adorning our SUV, let’s show a pair of red balls to Madonna. Once she dangles a pair in front of the Kabbalah Centre high command, they’ll rush to create a line of evil-eye repelling chin-protectors.”
Ouch.
Attended the David Grisman show Saturday night at the Marin County JCC; lucky, lucky us. His quintet plays instrumental jubilees with Jewish, Latin, gypsy, Appalachian and who knows what other influences; maybe it sounds weird and pretentious but to us it is to be revered. The band took the stage next to the soccer field one by one at sundown, and just after three stars appeared Grisman joined the jam in progress. They ended the show two-plus hours later with Shalom Alecheim after Dawg rolled his eyes and said “Yeah, well, I guess we gotta play this here.”
Meanwhile, what’s left of Grisman’s favorite collaborator’s band, the Dead (minus the Grateful, minus the nine-fingered Jerry, plus The Allman Brothers’ guitarist Warren Haynes) played Shoreline Amphitheater a few miles south. A Dead show will always be an enlivening experience, but friends reported back that Bobby’s voice sounded tight and we’re glad we chose the low-key, picnic-next-to-the-gaga-court evening. Even better to be drinking wine on the grass with dedicated music lovers than having some spinning dread-locked girl wipe her sweat on us.
Applying the world’s religions to a comic book character sounds like stoner trippings to us, but this article by Jeffrey Weiss of The Dallas News is an interesting delve into the connection between ancient and modern myths. Weiss deconstructs Spiderman’s famous words in the context of the Old Testament: “With great power there must also come