Someone asked me how my blog and newspaper column came to be titled "Bleachers Brew". It's like this, it's an amalgam of sorts of two things: The bleachers area in the stadium/arena where I used to sit when I would watch baseball, football, and basketball games and Miles Davis' great jazz album Bitches Brew. That's how it got culled together. I originally planned on calling it "The View from the Big Chair" that is a nod to Tears For Fear's second album, Songs from the Big Chair. So there.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Where is my mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?

My three favorite songs by the Pixies include “Debaser,” “Planet of Sound,” and “Where is My Mind.” As the New York Yankees limp home and even probably out of the play-offs, “Where is my mind” kept playing inside my head so much that I just had to actually play the damn song as a form of catharsis. What’s wrong with New York? Starting pitching. AJ Burnett has not recovered from his early season form, Javier Vasquez has flopped once more, Andy Pettitte just got back from injury and Ivan Nova has gone supernova. Should gotten Roy Halladay and Cliff Lee, Brian. I’ve said that time and again. Most recently, when the Yankees limp towards the playoffs, they've been punted out of the first round. So much for that mid-season form that saw them top the league. But who knows? Can they turn on the jets? Damn. If not, it will be such a waste.

I’m so pissed here’s another song…

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away.
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

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