CBS Sunday Morning Power Rankings

I know I keep teasing Australian animals, but with Mother's Day and housework crowding my weekend, doing a deep dive into marsupials and monotremes . I do have a couple of random things to cover. I put on the Talking Heads Stop Making Sense album when I went for a run this week and I realized that Wayne Coyne and David Byrne share many commonalities. They both care very deeply that the live shows are a truly unique experience and bring a a lot of theatricality and distinct visual aesthetics to their performances. They both tend to write simple, yet not simplistic songs. Byrne has stuck mostly to his original Talking Heads new wave template, while Coyne has been all over the place, from fuzzed out psychdelia to orchestral to twee to anything and everything. You could make an argument that Wayne Coyne was the Gen X David Byrne, but the truth is that the Talking Heads do not predate the Flaming lips by all that much. You could make an argument that they are closer to being contempor...

First, I want to say I was not entirely happy with the way last week's post turned out. Sunday Morning gave me the feels. I wanted to try and convey all that, but I can barely go back and read what I wrote. If I did, I think I would find it overwritten and layered with too much angst. That's probably what I get for focusing too much on myself. I regret everything. I regret nothing. I am the bottomless void at which everyone looks but no one pays attention. I am the internet. Anyway, another week, another day (or two - I'll probably head off to bed before I can finish this) late. 8 weeks a year I get distracted by tennis. A couple closing thoughts on Australian Open finalist, Jennifer Brady. One, thanks for making me look smart: For posterity: Jen Brady and Jen Brady's forehand (TM) in the #AusOpen finals. — John L (@SnickleMixCD13) February 15, 2021 Two, there's a certain delight in watching a Jennifer Brady match. Pretty much every tennis player falls somewhere ...