The only things to be said about Scott McClellan

And they aren’t much, really.

  • Dude was, and is, a grade-A doof. Some people you can’t even work up contempt for, and while I know I snapped a few times over the past years at some of his more egregious idiocies on the job, point is he deserved no more than the courtesy one gives any professional mouthpiece. Now, some mouthpieces are perfect at their job — Tony Snow was a perfect pro on this front, oily enough to work the game and seemingly friendly enough that everyone dealt with it even though he was oily. Scott McClellan maybe thought that not seeming like a pro would endear him to people. Instead he perfectly captured the feeling of his boss, but made it more concentrated somehow, like bouillon. Of the festering sort.
  • The fact that he’s written a book basically saying all sorts of fun things about the inner working of the current Administration means that he’s burned his bridges thoroughly on the one hand and made everyone else who couldn’t stand him think no better of him now on the other. Entertaining!
  • Dana Perino, current inhabitant of the job McClellan used to have, had this to say:

    “Scott, we now know, is disgruntled about his experience at the White House,” she said. “For those of us who fully supported him, before, during and after he was press secretary, we are puzzled. It is sad. This is not the Scott we knew.”

    ‘Disgruntled’ as a word choice just makes me think of descriptions of postal employees who got a little frustrated and took it out on their coworkers. This was perhaps not the most appropriate vocabulary. Perfectly timed for the release of that Uwe Boll film, though.

  • But really, the only thing to be said is this — iceberg, tip. Not just of things to be said or unsaid regarding the current Administration by those who worked in it somewhere, but of the attempts to try and work against whatever comes out. As noted in that link to Balloon Juice up there, Ed Morrissey seems to be leading a charge that probably won’t pan out. Still, gotta work in your dry runs as you find them. Folks like Morrissey need the practice, as it’ll be a long few years here for them.
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Sparks get whomped

And my prediction pretty much came true yesterday — the Terminal Jive set was definitely the least of the shows in the series on all levels. Not that the band didn’t get in there and do it, but everything clearly felt a bit more functional all around — I’m almost surprised they didn’t speed up the songs to get through them more quickly!

Still, a number of fun touches — in honor of “When I’m With You” being the Maels’ huge French breakthrough single, Ron wore a beret and Russell made a few stage comments in said language, while “Young Girls,” definitely a ‘please don’t take these sentiments seriously’ number for the band, sounded pretty good live. Meanwhile, the encore of “Singing in the Shower” was a good chance for the band to acknowledge the passing of Fred from Les Rita Mitsuoko, while the world finally got a chance to see the ‘secret’ member of the Sparks team, John Thomas, on second keyboards — he’s worked with the band on keyboards and engineering and more since the mid-eighties and by default is the longest-serving member of the group-as-such besides Ron and Russell himself. Seemed like a friendly looking feller!

Anyway, tonight’s Whomp That Sucker, inaugurating the band’s ‘eighties phase’ for lack of a better word, where stripped down arrangements and hooks became the baseline and, more often than not, were handled brilliantly. If this was being held in LA these next few evenings would be the packed out nights and the band have already spoken about how they’re wondering what the UK crowd will be like for the next six shows, so we’ll see what the result is soon enough!

From here on in the drafts I’ll be publishing come pretty close to the final entries; after having written much more detailed earlier reviews Jay at Arthur noted things probably would need to be shorter, so I shortened my initial thoughts accordingly. As before, the final version of the piece below is in the second part of this Arthur issue, while tonight’s show is accessible here:


In ways, Sparks’s first album of the 1980s was an equivalent to their debut efforts at the start of the previous decade – based firmly back in LA with a three-piece rock band as their collaborators. This time around, they went ahead and recruited an entire group, the power-pop (and definitely Sparks-inspired) Bates Motel, consisting of guitarist Bob Haag, bassist Leslie Bohem and drummer David Kendrick. With Ron armed with a bank of keyboards to play around with – early digital synths galore, treated with the familiar hypercomplex melodic runs he enjoys – and Giorgio Moroder partner Mack handling production, the resultant Whomp That Sucker was a crisp example of Sparks placing themselves firmly in the New Wave that they had no small part in inspiring.

This eighties rock and roll version of Sparks in all was a much simpler and more direct one than those of earlier years – instead of frenetic performances and instant stop-start changes, the feeling here is steady riffing and straightforward rhythms, immediate but less astonishingly unique (though if anything, songs like “The Willys” indicated how Sparks was listening to bands that had followed in their wake like Devo and XTC). In ways, this is the sound of a ‘new’ group still finding its feet, just, and the end result is a bit uneven. Still, plenty of songs have the sensibility of Sparks at its most theatrical, such as “Where’s My Girl” and “That’s Not Natassia,” while Russell’s falsetto is as sweetly dramatic as ever, especially in the choral overdubs.

But it’s the in-your-face numbers that score the most here, such as the hyperactive smack of “Upstairs,” the absolutely hilarious “Tips for Teens” (“Don’t eat that burger/Has it got mayonnaise/GIVE IT TO ME!”) and especially “Funny Face,” with a gorgeous “When I’m With You”-style chorus anchoring the tale of a man so perfect in appearance he despairs of never being left alone, tries and fails to commit suicide by jumping from a bridge and lives a happy life from there after his appearance is permanently marred. This was the lead single, by the way.

Stuffed zucchini

Interesting little dish, took less time to prep than I would have figured. Filling but not overstuffing!

Stuffed Zucchini

two (6 to 8 inch) zucchini
1 small onion, finely chopped
2 tablespoons of butter or margarine
one 15 ounce can of red kidney beans, slightly mashed
1 cup (4 ounces) of shredded sharp Cheddar Cheese
3/4 cup of spaghetti sauce, divided
1/4 teaspoon of dried oregano leaves
1/4 teaspoon of dried basil leaves
1/4 teaspoon of salt
1/8 teaspoon of pepper
1/4 cup of grated Parmesan cheese

Wash the zucchini thoroughly, cook in boiling salted water for 5 minutes.

Cut zucchini in half lengthwise, remove seeds and membrane. Set shells aside.

Sauté the onion in butter until tender.

Combine the onion, kidney beans, Cheddar cheese, 1/2 cup of spaghetti sauce, oregano, basil, salt and pepper, mix well.

Arrange the zucchini shells in a lightly greased 9 inch square baking dish.

Spoon bean mixture into zucchini. Top each with 1 tablespoon of remaining spaghetti sauce and 1 tablespoon of Parmesan cheese.

Cover and bake at 375ºF. for 15 to 20 minutes or until thoroughly heated. Makes 2 servings

A late May sunset to the side

Overlooking South Coast Plaza in Costa Mesa.