||[Sep. 25th, 2016|09:52 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Coast to Coast AM has gone stale, really. There's still a place in my heart for Linda Molton Howe and I listen whenever she's on, but most of this stuff . . . honestly. Like tonight: One hour on Altamont? It was unfortunate. It was unfortunate 47 years ago, but unless your languishing in a mental hospital because of the irreparable psychological damage that you personally suffered over Altamont (like exactly no one is, as far as we can tell) it's just a boring reenhashment of something that made page two below the fold when it happened. And then three hours of somebody who thinks he got stiffed in Howard Hughes' will. Hell, we all got stiffed in Howard's will. I personally got nothing. Nada. Zip. The pureed flesh and bones of that horse dried up and blew away thirty-odd years ago. Anymore, Coast to Coast is about stuff I can't bring myself to care about any longer, if I ever did.