Sunday, March 8, 2015

In the New York Times this Weekend - March 8, 2015

Nice to see blue skies and the sun return to Park Slope, Brooklyn today. Temperatures were in the 40s. Great day to walk around the neighborhood, do some people watching and leap over puddles. Well, leap might be pushing it. I wrote a great deal about my personal adventures yesterday. Not sure how I comfortable I am with that approach so we’ll stick to the Sunday Times this evening. Here are a few articles from today’s half of the paper that I believe are worth a read. Please leave some comments.

Sunday Business
My friend Stephanie Strom takes a look at the challenges faced by McDonald’s new CEO in the Sunday Business section’s cover story. Fast food restaurants like Mickey D’s are at a crossroads. With Americans looking to make healthier meal choices, and Big Macs and French Fries viewed as decidedly unhealthy fare, McDonald’s will have to find a way to stay relevant. From my perspective, it’s hard to believe anyone who isn’t hungover still eats fast food these days. It’s not cheap, it doesn’t taste very good and it’s not good for you. Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was your meal? Always a treat to read Stephanie's writing. I'm forever grateful for her teaching me what a group of pigs is called - a drift. 

As we move into March, the Sports section is starting to fill up with spring training baseball reports from Florida and Arizona. One of today’s cover stories focuses on a rite of passage for baseball players at all levels – breaking in your glove for the season. Billy Witz looks at all of the different methods used by players on the Yankees including Alex Rodriguez who is breaking in a first baseman’s mitt for the first time. That’s when he can find it. What a knucklehead. I remember putting a ball inside the pocket of every new glove, wrapping it up with string and then shoving it under my mattress. We also used oil for baseball gloves. I can still remember the smell. What was your favorite method?

Book Review
Reading Dave Itzkoff’s review of Robert Christgau’s autobiography is a reminder of why I never would have made it as a music critic. Oh sure, I’m an “opinionated bigmouth,” too, but guys like Christgau hated all of the albums I loved – including Emerson Lake and Palmer’s Trilogy, which is cited in this review as an easy target of his wrath.  I remember reading Christgau’s work in the Village Voice and always thought he was trying too hard to be hip. Heck, even a notorious music snob like Lester Bangs had guilty pleasures. Guys like Christgau never did. I catch hell for it from certain circles, but I do genuinely enjoy a little bit of everything – from Bjork to Motorhead to James Brown to Led Zep to P-Funk to Django Reinhardt to Bob Marley to Miles Davis to Radiohead to Om Khalsoum to Les Paul/Mary Ford to AC/DC to Pink Floyd. Good music is good music. The genre isn’t important. And most important of all is whether *you*like  it or not – not what other people think or how your reaction to liking something will be perceived. I sound like a true Rush geek, don’t I? Guilty as charged. Now where’s my copy of A Farewell to Kings (on vinyl, please).

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