At 12:43 AM 9/29/2004 -0500, Miles Goosens wrote:
>Stewart Mason <flamingo@TheWorld.com> sez:
>>At 11:19 AM 9/28/2004 -0700, Craig Leve wrote:
>>>(Dorchester, MA - September 28, 2004)  Holbrook, MA native Joe Pernice, of
>>>the critically acclaimed Pernice Brothers, has written and recorded an
>>>homage to Red Sox slugger Manny Ramirez, called "Moonshot Manny (Pega Luna
>>>Manny)" which is available for a limited time as a download at
>>>www.pernicebrothers.com/manny.
>>
>>Well, is there at least a reference to the Jheri-Curl?
>
>Wouldn't that be in the hot follow-up single, "Headhunter Pedro"?  Last 
>time I saw Manny's hair, it was growing out wildly, but not processed.

Nah, Manny is definitely rocking the Jheri-Curl look currently, even more
so than Pedro.  He's also developed this bizarre habit during rallies of
standing in the front of the dugout with his bat and...well, it's just
impossible to describe.  There's humping.  Almost makes me miss Nomar and
his weird-ass glove thing.
>
>Let's not even talk about Bronson Arroyo's hair.

I think the current explosion of just plain bizarre hairstyles in the Sox
dugout -- from Pedro and Manny's homage to PURPLE RAIN to my boy Johnny's
waiting for the lead in the next revival of JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR
(yesterday in Tampa bay, he had a row of disciples in Jesus wigs, Castro
beards and togas, waving signs that read "W.W.J.D.D.?" and "Damon Is My
Homeboy") to whatever the hell that is Arroyo's got goin' on -- is directly
traceable to manager Terry Francona's bald-as-an-eggness.  Kinda
passive-aggressive, but hey, it's a weird relationship, player/coach...

Anyway, GO DOWNLOAD THIS SONG!  It is quite possibly the very first musical
proof that Joe Pernice has a fully-functioning sense of humor, and it's one
of the silliest songs I've heard in years.  Plus, while I personally can't
think of something I would want to do less than stand around in 15 degree
weather, freezing my nuts off while a bunch of Emerson undergrads vomit on
my shoes, First Night *is* something of a local tradition, and it does mean
that all the drunken revelers are off downtown on New Year's Eve and not
screaming unintelligible obscenities in the street and running foot races
across our roof (we're in the middle of a stretch of old-fashioned row
houses, and one of the more student-oriented houses has recently discovered
how to work that door in the attic) like they are on all the other big
party nights.

S