Best and Worst of Stadium Rock

Tonight, at the Scottrade Center, one of my all time favorite bands will rock the collective ass of St. Louis for all that it's worth. Ladies and Gentlemen, AC/DC is in the house. I know, I don't really seem the sort to love AC/DC, but what can I say? Maybe it's the screech of Brian Johnson's vocals, maybe it's the schoolboy outfits, maybe it's the Razor's Edge tee shirt my high school girlfriend Jill used to wear after sex. You know what? I'm going to be honest with you; it's probably that last one. Just saying. 

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No, unfortunately, I don't have tickets to give away. Hell, I don't even have tickets of my own, so just sod off, alright? What I do have, however, is my own personal tribute to the lads from down under. 

We all know the songs they play at sporting events, and we've all heard a few we love, and a few we don't. Well, given that "Thunderstruck," by a certain Aussie rock group, is one of the very best arena songs, I thought this just might be a fitting ode. 
Tags: AC/DC, Dodgers, Music

Opening Day 2008: Winning and Losing

You know what I really like? The Eagles. Not the football team. The band.

Now, you have to understand, for me, that was a very difficult thing to admit. Stay with me here, I'm getting to the Cardinals. I have certain indie credential that I have to maintain. I happen to be one of the very few people in the world who have ever debated, in complete earnest, which album was more influential to the post rock movement, Tortoise's "Millions Now Living Will Never Die," or Slint's "Spiderland." If none of what I just said there made any sense to you, congratulations! You clearly have better things to do with your time. For someone like me, though, my love for the Eagles just isn't the sort of thing you bandy about casually.

I tell you all of that to tell you this:

A couple of days ago, as I was considering how best to introduce this little corner of the Internet, an Eagles song, one of my personal favorites, "After the Thrill is Gone," came on the radio. As I was listening, still thinking on the Cardinals and this upcoming season, a particular line of the song reached out, grabbed me by the throat, and shook me.

"You don't care about winning, but you don't want to lose."

It suddenly hit me. That, in a nutshell, is the perfect description of this baseball season for our St. Louis Cardinals.

This is a team that is clearly in transition; the giants of the early 2000s are gone, with the notable exception of Albert Pujols. This is a team that needs desperately to develop new talent, a team that can't afford to hand out long term contracts that would compromise future flexibility.

At the same time, this is a team that publicly refuses to acknowledge a rebuild; instead, we're subjected to the term 'retooling' at nearly every turn. A team that fears how its fan base, long accustomed to playoff runs, would react to an admission that this is probably going to be a down season. They don't care about winning, but they don't want to lose.

This is where the St. Louis Cardinals find themselves, only a year and a half removed from a championship parade down Market Street. The year 2007 was the end of the era; the future begins now. Walt Jocketty, the architect of so much success, is gone, replaced by his former, more player-development friendly, lieutenant, John Mozeliak. New faces abound both on the field and in the front office. Mozeliak has made it his priority to make only moves which maintain the team's flexibility going forward, while still attempting to compete this year. The farm system will play a larger role than it has in a long, long time.

All of the pundits predict doom for this Cardinal team. Personally, I think the pundits are mostly wrong. The wheels aren't falling off this year; they came off last season. Surgery for your ace, Chris Carpenter. Surgery, again, for your No. 2 pitcher, Mark Mulder. The death of Josh Hancock. Surgery, again, for Scott Rolen. Time finally catching up to Jim Edmonds. Last year was the end.

This year is a new beginning. A new, rising star on the pitching mound, in Adam Wainwright. Dynamic offensive talent in the outfield, in the persons of Chris Duncan and Rick Ankiel. On the horizon, the future of Center in St. Louis: Colby Rasmus. A warchest of young relievers stashed away at Memphis, ready to contribute. The future of St. Louis baseball looks bright.

This Week's Issue

Check out Justin Kendall's riveting cover story about former football stars who say the NFL has deserted them.

Unreal investigates a chick interested in pulling a million dollars from her bum, the paragons of God's power and Chris Duncan's sports hernia.

While exploring the unanswered questions surrounding English Cave in Benton Park, Aimee Levitt takes readers on an expedition through urban folklore.

There's a new documentary out about Kurt Cobain; read Annie Zaleski's interview with the local director.

In b-sides, Roy Kasten talks with Peter Curry, bassist of Los Straightjackets, and Sam Chennault isn't too kind to Common.

Ian Froeb has already clued us in on what he and Malcolm Gay have been up to this week.

Dennis Brown takes a look at two new plays in town, The History Boys and Suddenly Last Summer. Paul Friswold critiques another.

The Brave One, Jodie Foster's new thriller, should not be taken literally, according to Scott Foundas.

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