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Effluvia Music news, charts and such: Boss Kenny 
"I looked up when it was raining the other day and I nearly drowned. Thank God the wife wasn't with me, or she would have drowned. She's got no nose."
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08/20/2000 Emasculator While living in a new city has its challenges and adventures, to be sure, the daily rhythm of my life really hasn't changed that much. I get up first, shower and dress, walk the dog, drive to the suburbs to work, come home in the afternoon, then futz around the house with the Wife all evening. Indeed, the Williams family has probably been more conservative than usual in the past few weeks, since we're watching our expenses until the big relocation check comes in and Sonya gets a job. Speaking of which, the Wife has an interview tomorrow. She's exceptionally talented, so it's not so much an issue of them liking her (which they will) but more a question of does Sonya want to work there. We shall see. Therefore (see, this is going somewhere!), I've had very little to talk about in this forum recently. I try and give you (the collective you) entertaining little tidbits from my life, but since our return from the fetid marshes of Grand Isle not much has happened. A few things, though, of interest: I was listening to one of the BBC stations online the other day - I think it was 94.9, London Live - and they played Green Onions, the Memphis classic by Booker T and the MGs. It's nice to see some homegrown tunes besides those crooned by Elvis have made it across the water. Did you see any of the Elvis festivities on the CNN this past week? No doubt Downtown and Elvis Presley Boulevard back home were thronged with fat, sweaty tourists as the Death Week celebration came and went. God bless 'em, they always look so hot with all their polyester and sideburns. I don't miss 'em at all. As far as I'm concerned, the coolest Sun Records act was Jerry Lee Lewis. I saw A and E's Biography of him last night - they just glossed over the whole drowned wife thing, not even mentioning that Jerry Lee might have drowned her himself. They don't call him the Killer for nothing. Did you know Sonya was an extra in Great Balls of Fire, the Jerry Lee Lewis biopic filmed in Memphis in the late eighties? It's true! She can pause the video and point herself out onscreen. She's on the back of the video box, too. It's very cool.
The commercials for the Fokuyoku 9000 run constantly on the cable in New Orleans. I've mentioned it before, I think - it's a fingertip "massager" that is shown in the commercial being applied to sore leg muscles, headachy temples and tired eyes. At one time I suggested that it might be better called the Clitterific. So anyway, the commercial came on (again) today and Sonya was laughing at it. "You know what people are going to do with that!" she declared. "Yep," I agreed, playing Tetris all the while, "they're going to apply it to their genitals." Sonya laughed and laughed at that. "Genitals," she giggled, "that's a funny word."
There's a recently-opened theme park here in New Orleans called Jazzland. Their commercials are a collection of frightening ride-footage shots. Sonya and I have agreed we don't want to go there. Some of the rides at Jazzland:
The Wife and I went shopping yesterday! Sonya, faced with the prospect of a new job, is considering revamping her wardrobe. We hit all the major malls, I guess, but the Kenneth Cole store in Canal Place almost tripped us up. Good Lord, y'all...the clothes in that place! I was quite taken with the four-hundred dollar lambskin jacket, and Sonya thought the three-hundred dollar shoulder bag was quite fetching. And they had these stretchy shirts, and these wool pants, and super-cool Wellingtons, and just lots of shoes... Unfortunately, I don't think Kenneth Cole has its own charge card. If they did Sonya and I would now be deep in debt.
Have you noticed? English musician Sting is taking the Paul McCartney career path:
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