The Michael snowball just keeps rolling. Turns out the cows were killing in Africa, but the animals they'd gathered at the French/Swiss border apparently didn't get wacked. Has anyone cross referenced Roswell activity with Michael's alleged date of birth yet?

I'm not a big fan of the first Lord of the Rings movie, but I think I would have liked it a lot more if the movie had been more like the book [via Must-See HTTP://].

C.S.I. Miami just started here yesterday. The pilot was decent, but not great. There was too much going on, too many characters introduced, and too much personal shit thrown in already. But it's a hot cast and I'll definitely give it a chance. Caruso is cool, Emily Proctor is my kind of Young Republican, and you just know Rory Cochrane is going to flake and blow Caruso's money in Vegas in some crossover episode.

I was watching this great documentary series last night on classic albums. I've seen the episodes on Yellow Brick Road, Transformer, and some other records, but yesterday it was about Number of the Beast. I was a huge Maiden fan back in the day. I rocked a The Trooper patch on the back of my denim jacket and I knew all the onstage banter from Live After Death by heart. So it was cool watching the guys talk about this kick-ass record. Highlights included them talking about how groups of Americans had burned and smashed Maiden records, because they thought it was the Devil's music, which prompted Dave and Steve to wear t-shirts saying: "'No we are not an English rock band... We're dental floss salesmen from Montana". And it was fun hearing Dave Mustaine say that he had never heard anyone using 666 that explicitly before and thought: "These guys are going straight to Hell!"

I'm on my way back to Copenhagen for the Lips/Benson show, so last night I sat down and tried to figure out the chords for Benson's song Jet Lag. I'm pretty confident I got it right, but I've added it to the More part of this posting, so if you feel like going through it feel free. He makes some interesting changes between E, E7, and E minor chords, which messed with my mind. But besides maybe making a few As into A7s I think I got it figured out. I've also made it available here, because frankly it looks a little weird on this page.

Blogging will probably be scarce this weekend, but I'll try to add something tomorrow in celebration of the one year anniversary.

Brendan Benson: Jet Lag
Transcribed by John Fogde

G             Bm

My so-called friends

G               Bm

Where are they now

E7                   Em

I guess a love that bends

                  D      F#

Isn’t worth much anyhow

G             Bm

They come and go

G               Bm

And talk their shit

E7                          E

And when I really need to know

              D          F#

All I get is spit in my eye

G               Bm

But the less I know the better

G            E7

The faster I go jet-setter

E                   Em

I chase around the world

                    D       A7

But I never get the girl

Bm                  Em

But I don’t let it bother me

Bm             G

I cut out any part of me

            D             Em

That's been bruised and refused

       G           A7

And misused or confused

G                   Bm

Some people want to know 

G            Bm

All about my history

E7                Em

And no one seems to care

                  D             F#

That none of it’s noteworthy

G                Bm

But I talked so much as it were

G                      Bm

That I made the local news

E7                         Em

The boy has got the magic touch

                   Bm      A7

And he can’t ever lose

G               Bm

My present situation

G               E7

Is no longer inspiration

Em               E7

My precious generation

A7                  D

Is killing their time

Em                G

And behind their backs

                        A

I’m slipping thru the cracks

Bm                     Em

And it doesn't really matter if

Bm                   G7

You won’t have any part of this

     D            G7

My scheme I’ve devised

D                  G

Where my team is disguised

         Em                 A

And we seem like ordinary guys

G

But surprise!

G           Bm

I’m hardly phased anymore

G                  Bm

By your classless ways

Em                            A7

It takes more than that to amaze me

G

These days

G             Bm

I'm so messed up

G                       Bm

Never know what time it is

E7                     G

Jet lag's the prize to pay

          Bm        A

To play showbiz, kids

G             Bm

I stayed up late

G                E7

The night before

E                            Em

I slept the whole way on the plane

                    D

And now my neck is sore

G D G D Em A

G Bm D A ... end on D