K-Fed falls behind in Father of the Year voting

You know, I am shocked and appalled by the fact that the Child Welfare department paid Brittney Spears a visit over the weekend. I mean, her kid is six months old, how could the State of California wait a whole six months before going “Wait a minute, she can’t be a parent. And why does that Federline dude always have that smug look on his face like he thinks he’s accomplished something? We should arrest them right now and get it over with.” No such luck apparently as there was nothing filed. (For those of you who missed the story, Sean Preston was taken to the hospital for head injuries because the “nanny” dropped him while taking him out of the high chair. This led to a visit from the officials. This is also news and yes, that is as frightening as it sounds.)

Of course, not as frightening as that Brittney Spears giving birth statue. If you’ve been paying close attention, you’ve noticed that they’ve only shown one picture of the statue in which you see her head on as she is on all fours on a bearskin rug. That’s frightening enough and hopefully you will not do what I did, which is stumble across a website that sent someone to the art gallery to get the reverse angle shot. Let’s just say that I have a pretty broad view of what art is and that ain’t it. For one thing, art doesn’t make you bang your head against a desk trying to get an image out of your head.

Switching gears completely, I saw the Neville Brothers in concert over the weekend. Now I’m pretty sure that if I figured out which band I’ve seen the most often the Neville Brothers would win with eight shows (though The Iguanas, the Waco Brothers and Robbie Fulks are probably in that same range). So, let’s say that I am accustomed to their shows and heck, I think I wrote about the last time I saw them in one of my first blog postings ever. Well, this show was very strange as it was once again in the casino and everyone was seated very nicely in rows of chairs. This is a serious issue since you really shouldn’t be sitting down for a Neville Brothers show. The entire point is that this is music that gets you moving and grooving and feeling alive, it’s not something you sit down and critique like an orchestra performance. This left me one of a dozen people who were standing next to the bar just so I could feel good for standing.

Also, I was easily the youngest person at this show. I talked to a buddy of mine from New Orleans afterwards and he said, “It was like being on a cruise ship, wasn’t it.” Just a lot of people with that middle age gut and really, really bad hair sitting in a crowd and watching a show and not really doing anything. It was just the opposite of all the other times I’ve seen the band and it wasn’t their fault, though I was getting the feeling that they were kind of pissed that they had no energy to feed off of. On one hand I’m happy because it was probably five times the crowd that saw them the last time they played in town but it just wasn’t the show that I was hoping for. I wanted to be reminded that I’m alive and instead was shown that at least I’m not that old yet.