Fan Fare Friday

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June 21, 2010

Threadgill’s World HQ

Depending on your association with the beautiful sport of soccer, you may or may not have been in a bit of a huff last Friday. You might have been hunting up Mali on Google Earth trying to figure out the best place to lob a couple of cruise missiles, or you might have been chuckling to yourself thinking, “That’s soccer!” At this point it’s pretty much universally agreed that Malian referee Koman Coulibaly’s foul call in the 86th minute of the U.S. vs. Slovenia soccer game was horribly botched. Hindsight is 20/20 – especially when you have the luxury of half a minute of high-def video showing the “controversial” penalty kick where several Slovenian players decided to take piggyback rides on their U.S. opponents (and really, how could they resist draping themselves around those broad, muscular, world-cradling shoulders?) while American midfielder Maurice Edu slides through nearly untouched for an easy goal. That, of course, isn’t the way Coulibaly saw it. Forced by FIFA rules to make a split-second decision in what must have appeared on the field to be a roiling clusterfuck of rules violations, Coulibaly called a foul on Edu and waved off the goal. Fortunately, this egregious injustice occurred in a soccer game, so most Americans just went about their Friday afternoons blissfully ignorant instead of rioting, looting, turning over foreign-made cars, and flashing gang signs in the background of video news reports. Had such a call been made in game seven of the Lakers vs. Celtics series, whole swaths of Los Angeles or Boston would have been ablaze, the National Guard would have been called out, and a congressional committee would have been formed to decide if NBA Commissioner David Stern’s severed head should be mounted on a pike. This was just a soccer game, however, so the few viewers who weren’t secretly delighted foreign expatriates had to suppress their outrage and incredulity with things like serenity prayers, hair tearing, and pissy, jingoistic Web page comments. In the world soccer community, American outrage is a muffled cry in the wilderness, and probably with good reason. When a soccer player blatantly flops, feigns excruciating pain, and then pops up as if nothing happened, Americans are incredulous. They see flopping as an shameful, cowardly act of cheating, worthy of the harshest of penalties. The rest of the world simply sees it as part of the game. Similarly, bad officiating is seen in much the same light – as something that, like the weather, cannot be changed. This fundamental philosophical difference may be part of the reason soccer hasn’t reached the same popularity in America as it has in the rest of the world, even though millions of American kids actually play soccer. Americans are always trying to improve things, weather included. We’re not satisfied with a wistful sigh, a shoulder shrug, and an apologetic look of defeated resignation. Americans do not accept defeat and more importantly are not content with a tie. Americans want resolution – ideally a happy ending and not some morally confusing random moment of existence, beautiful though it may be. Maybe someday Americans will have enough influence to fix soccer. Ideally the fix won’t come from Vegas mobsters, but from a sincere urge to do what is right. If you’re one of those Americans who feel an urge to do what is right, think about skipping work this Friday and going down to Threadgill’s World Headquarters at 8am for KGSR’s Fan Fare Friday, a musical benefit for Family Eldercare. For the donation of a fan (not a soccer fan – something that generates breeze not noise) you can see sets by some truly amazing musicians: Quiet Company, Rocco DeLuca, BettySoo, Shinyribs, the Gourds, Kelly Willis, Mingo Fishtrap, Malford Milligan, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Jon Dee Graham, and an unannounced “special guest.” You may not be able to afford to buy a referee, but you can probably afford to buy a fan, right?

PDAP Benefit with Kelly Willis and Patrice Pike

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September 9, 2008

If you’re not high on life, maybe you need to take a bigger hit. Suck in hard, and burn it up. Make it glow. Live large. Love strong. You don’t need chemicals for consciousness expansion. Certainly they’ll do in a pinch, but they’re costly and messy … like Bonnaroo. Sure, you can probably cook up a cheap batch of trashcan meth, but in the long run, you’re better off directing that kind of energy into something that won’t rot your teeth out and make you scratch holes in your skin. Open sores are messy, but finding a bloody brown bicuspid in your frozen yogurt is just fucking disgusting. Having something like that happen on a first date is even worse that wearing a belt-clip cell phone – but only slightly – and only if you’re not doubling it up with a Bluetooth. Without a doubt, speed kills, but stupidity definitely chambers the bullet. If you’ve ever purchased meth, you know that it involves a mobile home, vicious pit bulls, the smell of cat urine, and a sketchy, paranoid, tattooed guy named Cody whose wife sits on the couch and leers at you through a recently blackened eye. K-L-A-S-S. No doubt Cody is grabbing life by the balls, but after a normal meth transaction your first Darwinistic impulse should be to immediately enroll in a convent or seminary or at the very least ITT Tech. If you’re feeling all high and mighty because you’re just a pot smoker, bring it on down. It’s probably because you’re stoned. Dope smokers may still have most of their teeth, but they’re not a whole lot higher … up the food chain. Well, maybe the fast-food chain. Yes, there are some highly successful dope smokers, but the same could be said of just about any drug. Hitler was a crank addict. Manson smoked dope. Maybe you’ll be as successful as they were. You may, on the other hand, see yourself as the next Seth Rogen, sitting on your sofa all day getting baked and thinking up wicked funny shit to make into movies. That is an excellent plan albeit with one slight little hitch: You probably didn’t star in a critically acclaimed but canceled TV series. Ouch. Yeah … truth hurts. You probably missed the audition, because you were on the couch getting stoned. Had you been high on life, you might have at least been first in line. They probably still would have picked Seth Rogen, but at least you tried, right? Life is hard, but mostly interesting if you do it right. New experiences can be quite addictive. If you’ve never experienced Kelly Willis, she’s quite intoxicating. This Friday at Antone’s, she, along with award-winning rocker Patrice Pike, will be performing a benefit concert for Palmer Drug Abuse Program, a support group that helps young adults and their parents recover from the effects of mind-changing chemicals. Antone’s alcohol sales might take a nosedive Friday, but this is for a good cause, so somebody is going to have to step up to the plate and knock back a few in the name of sobriety. Could that be you?