I can’t help but think that if Jack Kerouac were still alive, he would’ve IMMEDIATELY taken the red pen to his legendary phrase (”Boys and girls in America, they have such a sad time together”) after watching The Hold Steady’s performance on Letterman last night. Because whether or not you actually enjoy their songs, there’s simply no denying that there’s any other rock band bringing a higher level of joy and ebuillience to their live performances. Sad time together? More like RAD time together.

which gets me thinking … why don’t more bands smile on stage? Don’t get me wrong, disaffection and despair have inspired their fair share of awesome tracks, but there’s just something that’s so rousing and fresh about a watching a bunch of dudes in their middle 30s flat out WAIL on stage and have a good time doing so. I can see why a lot of people don’t get Craig Finn’s vocal stylings on wax, but after watching this guy live, I CANNOT see how anyone can fail to be inspired by his passionate delivery. Super Best! [via Stereogum, natch]

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Sunday nights, gotta love ‘em. If it’s after 8pm, more often than not you’ll find your Uncle Grambo comfortably numb on the couch, knocking back a Bailey’s or three from my prized Lismore old-fashioned. Last night was no exception, as The Senator and I spent our evening watching the stars of small and silver screen preen in their best Sunday duds, Golden Globe stizz. But then, something happened that changed just about everything…

You see, I was well on my way to making an 11pm appointment with The Sandman when I saw something that appeared to be the reanimated corpse of Orville Redenbacher flash on my TV screen. Shaking the slumber from my eyes (I’m guessing I was at least 10 fingers deep into my commemorative tin of Bailey’s at this point), I bolted upright and quickly realized that ORVILLE REDENBACHER WAS WAXING POETIC ABOUT THE CHARMS OF HIS 30 GIG MP3 PLAYER! After a matter of seconds, it sank in that I was experiencing a brand-new low in advertising; yes, this digitally-restored version of the beloved popcorn pitchman had even less buzz than the infamous spot where Fred Astaire danced with a Dirt Devil. This zombified CGI monstrosity must be seen to be believed, which is why I busted out my digital camera (not the one stolen by strippers, mind you) and recorded this gloriously bootleg vid for all y’all to watch and mock endlessly. YouTube, whut whut?!?

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I don’t know how many of you ever frequent the altogetherly excellent website Sports By Brooks, but it’s long been one of your Uncle Grambo’s daily destinations on The Internerd™. Part Deadspin, part Bad Jocks and part Maxim, Sports By Brooks is not only known for their hilariously skewed take on the sports world, but also for recruiting and spotlighting some of the hottest tail known to man. If you don’t believe me, take a cruise through their directory of dames; trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

But take it from someone who’s been following the site for years, you’ll never see anyone on the site quite like Lisa Marie. Her perfection cannot be adequately (or even adequitely) described in words, so instead I’ll just let these pictures do the talking.

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