Hero cop guns for polka Grammy
Michigan police detective Mike Zawojsky calls his Grammy nomination a "once-in-a lifetime experience." His record, Solecktions, didn't take home the award for best polka album, but what a moonlighting success!
Michigan police detective Mike Zawojsky calls his Grammy nomination a "once-in-a lifetime experience." His record, Solecktions, didn't take home the award for best polka album, but what a moonlighting success!
Suzanne and me, not TDA as a whole. We're heading for the land of lapis lazuli (ring a bell?) and Pisco. Wall of Wheeze updates may be infrequent -- but they may boast a certain international flavor. (And of course Paul could always remember his user name and password and step into the fray.)
A Chinese cat tips the scales at 33 pounds and boasts an impressive 31-inch waist. Guess it's the 6 pounds of chicken and pork it wolfs down each day. Looks kinda cute, actually.
TDA alumna Patty zings in from Hawaii with this alphabet-soup update:
Rock critic extraordinaire Chuck Eddy lumps that other band in with "obscure CD Baby treasures" in a Village Voice Eddytor's Dozen roundup of groups with a similar sound.
A black Mercedes SUV was ticketed three times by meter weasels in Peoria, Ill., before a passer-by figured out that the car contained the dead body of a Decatur man.
Remember those rabbit-foot keychains that were supposed to bring good luck to everybody but the hapless hares?
It's every biker's nightmare -- suddenly you've got a car coming straight at you, and you've got absolutely nowhere to go. Anybody who spends any time on two wheels has considered the possibility, but this female motorcyclist managed to capture the unavoidable crash on videotape.
I haven't heard of Walter Ostanek, but the Canadian Polka King sounds like a nice guy, and this pre-Grammy profile tells a familiar tale: Polka's kinda fading away.
Talk about a bowling king: Lonnie Billiter Jr. rolled three perfect 300 games in a row Monday, and now he's the 10-pin star of a Cincinnati suburb.
San Francisco Chronicle columnist Leah Garchik brightens that recycling-bin-bound paper product daily. Today she unleashes a hilarious Valentine's Day edition of the fantastic Public Eavesdropping feature that regularly sparks her column.
Gotta catch a plane: The Mad Maggies play the Folk Alliance Conference in Austin, Texas, this weekend. Check the MM's gigs page for more info on show times. If you'll be in Tejas, drop on by!
Wonder if she'll read this post?
You've got an expletive tattooed where your eyebrows ought to be. Man it's an embarrassment of riches at The Smoking Gun today!
I wouldn't. But this unrepentant sweetheart -- caught up in a sting operation at a series of Tampa, Florida, strip clubs -- proves to be made of much sterner stuff.
I love lobster. And I love arcade games.
I see Music.com has updated its already erroneous listing for Lawnball. Now I'm listed as a "group member" -- kind of. (Actually, I'm listed as "Wallace Lewis.")
What do you do when you're in New Zealand and you want to hold a classic car rally? You hire martial arts experts to deal with "feathered terrorists" -- parrots known as Keas that display a destructive fondness for bright, shiny objects.
The late, great Hunter S. Thompson called the Kentucky Derby "decadent and depraved." Now I guess you can add "disgustingly corporate" to the list.
Everybody who's been online probably knows about Gracenote, the giant music database that can fill in song titles and other information when you slap a disc in your CD drive.
Each song is assigned one of 1,600 microgenres, including hick-hop - hip-hop-influenced country - and gangsta accordion, a movement on the south side of Moscow, where about a dozen bands perform gangsta rap with an accordion as the lead instrument.