Midnight. Coming out of the Mazzy Star concert and into the gauntlet of Danger Dog grill carts, haha. Being a red-blooded American male, naturally I cannot resist the aroma of bacon, onions, and peppers on the grill, so of course I ordered a couple...bathed with plenty of spicy mustard. Feeling invincible, hehe.

The Clippers lost and the Lakers won...I don't imagine that happening too often this season. What makes it sweeter is that the Lakers beat Superpussy and the Rockets. No offense to my Houston friends.

Ha, rest my ass...Miller was afraid to go up against Quick and you know it! Quick was too quick for your Sabres. I was at a movie and a concert all night so I had to catch the highlights. The Pacific Division is the toughest in the NHL; wouldn't you agree Ally? It's going to be brutal getting into the playoffs. Next up for your Sabres Rick: Disneyland and Ducks.

Happy Birthday to Joni Mitchell! The Big 7-0 - 70! http://youtu.be/rlGFZXTHXhI http://youtu.be/BaY-JXvEswg

All being discussed here: http://forums.ledzeppelin.com/index.php?/topic/20928-world-premiere-of-human-rights-concerts-incl-page-plant/

Still can't get over the fact that Lou Reed is gone. I've been meaning to write a few words...but it is still too soon for me. There have been several musician deaths over the last decade or so that have affected me greatly...Jeff Buckley, Elliott Smith, Mary Hansen, Trish Keenan...but Lou is different. Many of those musicians were themselves inspired by Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground. Rolling Stone comes out with their special issue tomorrow, I believe, with Laurie Anderson's touching remembrance and others paying tribute. Rolling Stone pays tribute to Lou Reed, the outsider who changed the course of rock & roll, on the cover of our new issue. In an exclusive essay for RS, Laurie Anderson reflects on her 21-year relationship with Reed and his final moments. Laurie Anderson's Farewell to Lou Reed 'For 21 years we tangled our minds and hearts together' By LAURIE ANDERSON NOVEMBER 06, 2013 I met Lou in Munich, not New York. It was 1992, and we were both playing in John Zorn's Kristallnacht festival commemorating the Night of Broken Glass in 1938, which marked the beginning of the Holocaust. I remember looking at the rattled expressions on the customs officials' faces as a constant stream of Zorn's musicians came through customs all wearing bright red RHYTHM AND JEWS! T-shirts. John wanted us all to meet one another and play with one another, as opposed to the usual "move-'em-in-and-out" festival mode. That was why Lou asked me to read something with his band. I did, and it was loud and intense and lots of fun. After the show, Lou said, "You did that exactly the way I do it!" Why he needed me to do what he could easily do was unclear, but this was definitely meant as a compliment. I liked him right away, but I was surprised he didn't have an English accent. For some reason I thought the Velvet Underground were British, and I had only a vague idea what they did. (I know, I know.) I was from a different world. And all the worlds in New York around then – the fashion world, the art world, the literary world, the rock world, the financial world – were pretty provincial. Somewhat disdainful. Not yet wired together. As it turned out, Lou and I didn't live far from each other in New York, and after the festival Lou suggested getting together. I think he liked it when I said, "Yes! Absolutely! I'm on tour, but when I get back – let's see, about four months from now – let's definitely get together." This went on for a while, and finally he asked if I wanted to go to the Audio Engineering Society Convention. I said I was going anyway and would meet him in Microphones. The AES Convention is the greatest and biggest place to geek out on new equipment, and we spent a happy afternoon looking at amps and cables and shop-talking electronics. I had no idea this was meant to be a date, but when we went for coffee after that, he said, "Would you like to see a movie?" Sure. "And then after that, dinner?" OK. "And then we can take a walk?" "Um . . ." From then on we were never really apart. Lou and I played music together, became best friends and then soul mates, traveled, listened to and criticized each other's work, studied things together (butterfly hunting, meditation, kayaking). We made up ridiculous jokes; stopped smoking 20 times; fought; learned to hold our breath underwater; went to Africa; sang opera in elevators; made friends with unlikely people; followed each other on tour when we could; got a sweet piano-playing dog; shared a house that was separate from our own places; protected and loved each other. We were always seeing a lot of art and music and plays and shows, and I watched as he loved and appreciated other artists and musicians. He was always so generous. He knew how hard it was to do. We loved our life in the West Village and our friends; and in all, we did the best we could do. Like many couples, we each constructed ways to be – strategies, and sometimes compromises, that would enable us to be part of a pair. Sometimes we lost a bit more than we were able to give, or gave up way too much, or felt abandoned. Sometimes we got really angry. But even when I was mad, I was never bored. We learned to forgive each other. And somehow, for 21 years, we tangled our minds and hearts together. It was spring in 2008 when I was walking down a road in California feeling sorry for myself and talking on my cell with Lou. "There are so many things I've never done that I wanted to do," I said. "Like what?" "You know, I never learned German, I never studied physics, I never got married." "Why don't we get married?" he asked. "I'll meet you halfway. I'll come to Colorado. How about tomorrow?" "Um – don't you think tomorrow is too soon?" "No, I don't." And so the next day, we met in Boulder, Colorado, and got married in a friend's backyard on a Saturday, wearing our old Saturday clothes, and when I had to do a show right after the ceremony, it was OK with Lou. (Musicians being married is sort of like lawyers being married. When you say, "Gee, I have to work in the studio till three tonight" – or cancel all your plans to finish the case – you pretty much know what that means and you don't necessarily hit the ceiling.) I guess there are lots of ways to get married. Some people marry someone they hardly know – which can work out, too. When you marry your best friend of many years, there should be another name for it. But the thing that surprised me about getting married was the way it altered time. And also the way it added a tenderness that was somehow completely new. To paraphrase the great Willie Nelson: "Ninety percent of the people in the world end up with the wrong person. And that's what makes the jukebox spin." Lou's jukebox spun for love and many other things, too – beauty, pain, history, courage, mystery. Lou was sick for the last couple of years, first from treatments of interferon, a vile but sometimes effective series of injections that treats hepatitis C and comes with lots of nasty side effects. Then he developed liver cancer, topped off with advancing diabetes. We got good at hospitals. He learned everything about the diseases, and treatments. He kept doing tai chi every day for two hours, plus photography, books, recordings, his radio show with Hal Willner and many other projects. He loved his friends, and called, texted, e-mailed when he couldn't be with them. We tried to understand and apply things our teacher Mingyur Rinpoche said – especially hard ones like, "You need to try to master the ability to feel sad without actually being sad." Last spring, at the last minute, he received a liver transplant, which seemed to work perfectly, and he almost instantly regained his health and energy. Then that, too, began to fail, and there was no way out. But when the doctor said, "That's it. We have no more options," the only part of that Lou heard was "options" – he didn't give up until the last half-hour of his life, when he suddenly accepted it – all at once and completely. We were at home – I'd gotten him out of the hospital a few days before – and even though he was extremely weak, he insisted on going out into the bright morning light. As meditators, we had prepared for this – how to move the energy up from the belly and into the heart and out through the head. I have never seen an expression as full of wonder as Lou's as he died. His hands were doing the water-flowing 21-form of tai chi. His eyes were wide open. I was holding in my arms the person I loved the most in the world, and talking to him as he died. His heart stopped. He wasn't afraid. I had gotten to walk with him to the end of the world. Life – so beautiful, painful and dazzling – does not get better than that. And death? I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love. At the moment, I have only the greatest happiness and I am so proud of the way he lived and died, of his incredible power and grace. I'm sure he will come to me in my dreams and will seem to be alive again. And I am suddenly standing here by myself stunned and grateful. How strange, exciting and miraculous that we can change each other so much, love each other so much through our words and music and our real lives. This story is from the November 21st, 2013 issue of Rolling Stone.

Still 7 weeks to go in the season.

If I wasn't, I am now...it does make sense from that perspective. Although, like you, I feel Seneca Wallace should be allowed to show what he can do with a full week of reps with the first teamers.

Going back to the documentary they showed along with the 90-minutes of performance clips this past Sunday at the premiere, there was an amusing anecdote Bruce Springsteen told about that 1998 Paris event. It seems the organizers originally wanted Bruce to follow Page & Plant. Bruce said "You want me to follow Led Zeppelin? I'm just one man and a guitar...there's no way I can follow Led Zeppelin. I'll play before Led Zeppelin."

Yes, if I remember correctly, some of the 1998 Paris DVDs that were released back in 2000 only had two of the Page & Plant songs, even though all four were listed. Is that correct Steve?

The 2013 AFI Fest begins tonight with the opening gala of "Saving Mr. Banks", which I will be bypassing in favour of going to the Mazzy Star concert. But I will be plenty busy with the rest of the screenings in the next week. After several drafts and revisions to my schedule, I have finally coordinated my week. AFI Film Fest http://www.afi.com/afifest/ Fri 11-8 4pm: Pickpocket (France - Robert Bresson) 9pm: An Evening with David O. Russell Midnight: Big Bad Wolves (Israel) Sat 11-9 1:15pm: Drones (USA) 3:45pm: In Bloom (Russia) 9:25pm: Breathe In (USA) Midnight: The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears (Belgium/France/Luxembourg) Sun 11-10 11am: A Woman Under the Influence (USA - John Cassavetes) 4:30pm: Documenteur (France/USA - Agnès Varda) 8:45pm: Moebius (South Korea) Midnight: R100 (Japan) Mon 11-11 1pm: Manuscripts Don't Burn (Iran) 4pm: Closed Curtain (Iran) 7:30pm: The Invisible Woman (UK - Ralph Fiennes) Tue 11-12 2:30pm: We Are the Best! (Sweden) 4:30pm: Manakamana (Nepal) 7:15pm: When Evening Falls On Bucharest (Romania/France) 9:45pm: The Green Inferno (USA/Chile) Wed 11-13 1pm: Jodorowsky's Dune (USA) 3:45pm: The Congress (Israel/Germany/Poland) 11pm: After Hours (USA - Scorsese) Thurs 11-14 1pm: Her (USA - new Spike Jonze) 4pm: Philomena (UK - new Stephen Frears) 7:30pm: Inside Llewyn Davis (USA - new Coen Bros.) There were a wealth of other films that I had interest in; as some have already been shown in their country of origin, if any of you have seen some of these films and highly recommend them, let me know and I might change my schedule accordingly. The others as follows: "Borgman" (Netherlands), directed by Alex van Warmerdam "Little Black Spiders" (Belgium), directed by Patrice Toye "The Rocket" (Australia) directed by Kim Mordaunt "Like Father, Like Son" (Japan) directed by Hirokazu Koreeda "Vic + Flo Saw a Bear" (Canada) directed by Denis Côté "Nothing Bad Can Happen" (Germany) directed by Katrin Gebbe "The Lunchbox" (India/France/Germany) directed by Ritesh Batra "The Missing Picture" (Cambodia/France) directed by Rithy Panh "Harmony Lessons" (Kazakhstan/Germany/France) directed by Emir Balgazin

Tonight! November 7: Mazzy Star @ The Wiltern...the long-awaited return of one of my favourite moody acts of the 90s. Hope Sandoval on sultry smokey vocals and David Roback on guitar noir. The auditory equivalent of heroin...without the deadly side-effects. Their new album "Seasons of Your Day" is great.

That is a true statement so far, Paul. Miami is going to own the Clippers tonight.

Bring 'em on!

Only three songs? I still don't get how someone could interpret the song in this manner? It is obviously about a relationship.

Well, just for the sake of argument, I'd like to ask those of you who do see something in his walking out of the pyramid just what you think it signifies? What meaning or significance are you inferring from his movements? Is he renouncing his dark days as a heroin addict by stepping out of the pyramid? Did the pyramid make him feel trapped and he had to break free? What, pray tell, is it that you are reading in his actions?

So now I'm two behind jabe, eh? Actually, my stinking up the joint last week wasn't what triggered my "I hate football" post...it was what happened in the Survivor Pool(some people call them a Suicide Pool) that I am, or was, involved with. For those of you not familiar with how these pools work, everyone puts in whatever dollar amount is agreed upon at the beginning of the season. The one I joined had an entry fee of $10. There were 33 entrants for a total pot of $330. You choose one game per week, and if your team wins then you advance. Once you pick a team, you can no longer pick that team the rest of the season. So let's say you took New Orleans that first week, you could no longer use the Saints. By the 6th week of the season, it was down to just two of us, me and Andy. Lots of people got obliterated when the Jets beat the Falcons on MNF. For the past few weeks, we have been dueling it out. One of my strategies has been to pick the team that Jacksonville was playing. Well, as luck would have it, the Jags were off last week. I had already used up Denver, Oakland, Seattle, San Francisco, Dallas, Kansas City, San Diego, Indianapolis, and St. Louis. As you could tell by last week's results, there were a lot of tough games to figure in Week 9 and the only two 'sure things' I could see that involved teams that I hadn't picked yet, were New England and New Orleans. The Patriots had the Steelers at home and the Saints were at the hapless Jets. I thought about taking New England, but for some reason I thought the Steelers posed more of an upset threat than the Jets, even though New England was at home and New Orleans was on the road. So last Sunday, I had chosen New Orleans and my competitor Andy had chosen Dallas, who were playing the Vikings. So there I am last Sunday in agony, as the Jets are pummeling the Saints. But wait, the Vikings are beating Dallas! If Andy and I both lose then we're still tied...either we choose to continue playing or split the pot 50/50. Of course, the rest is painful history...the Vikings choke and the Saints can't escape and I go down in defeat. Andy wins the $330. My Week 10 picks: Minnesota Seattle Chicago Green Bay Tennessee Indianapolis NY Giants Pittsburgh Cincinnati San Francisco Arizona Denver New Orleans...BOO HISS! What are the odds that the two teams involved in my demise last week are playing each other this week? Tampa Bay

Lox, cream cheese and green onion omelette. Sliced tomatoes. Slice of cantaloupe. Plenty of tea and water.

^^^ You're welcome. Yes, it was...as it always is when it involves the Lips. One of the best live bands of the past 30 years. From when I first saw them with the Butthole Surfers in the 80s to last week, they have always been a multi-sensory delight. Since I knew Jeff Tweedy was producing their album, I got "Corsicana Lemonade" upon release, and while I missed their opening set at the Greek, I did catch them the next day at Amoeba.

That's so cool you got to see the Tate exhibit, T & B. I know a few others who were lucky enough to attend before it closed in January...which was really too short a window, in my opinion. It should have been exhibited for a year. Noticed in the article you linked that they couldn't get two sentences in before misspelling Jimmy's name. Doesn't anybody know how to proofread anymore?

Not so sure about that, Chuck...Rob Ryan doesn't seem to do so well against his former teams.

I'm going to the AFI Film Festival's An Evening with David O. Russell this Friday night, where along with clips from past movies, David will be showing some from "American Hustle". I've been looking forward to this one ever since it was announced.

Stewart Copeland and Andy Summers at the premiere Sunday, along with Martin Lewis and a representative of Amnesty International. http://www.humanrightsconcerts.com/ The Human Rights Concerts DVDs/CDs were released today in various configurations...the big one being the 6 DVD set totalling 12 hours of footage. http://www.crybabycry.biz/humanrightsconcerts.html The 4 songs included from the Page & Plant set at the 1998 Paris concert are "When the World Was Young", "Babe I'm Gonna Leave You", "Gallows Pole", and "Rock and Roll". Page even does his signature split-leg leap during "Rock and Roll".

More pictures from the night... Setting up the stage for the Flaming Lips. The Soundboard. Tame Impala.

Tame Impala's setlist from the Greek 10.29.13 1. Intro 2. Endors Toi 3. Desire Be Desire Go 4. Mind Mischief 5. Why Won't They Talk to Me? 6. Solitude is Bliss 7. It Is Not Meant to Be 8. Why Won't You Make Up Tour Mind? 9. Music to Walk Home By 10. Half Full Glass of Wine < Jam 11. Elephant 12. Be Above It 13. Feels Like We Only Go Backwards 14. Apocalypse Dreams Flaming Lips Setlist @ the Greek 10.29.13 1. Theme from John Carpenter's Halloween 2. The W.A.N.D. 3. Virgo Self-Esteem Broadcast 4. Silver Trembling Hands 5. Look...The Sun is Rising 6. The Terror 7. Race For the Prize 8. Try to Explain 9. Butterfly, How Long It Takes to Die 10. Turning Violent 11. A Spoonful Weighs A Ton 12. Do You Realize?