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The Smokin’ Dopes: “Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhr-B-CUEEEEEEEE!” Part One At 3 in the morning, a bloodcurdling howl – equal parts Viking and frat boy – pierced the still night air. “Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhr-B-CUEEEEEEEE!” Phil was poking at coals. I was seasoning ribs. Rick was futzing around in the coolers. Yes, we were drinking, and using knives. “What?” I said. “We’re […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: June 27 I’m back to reading The Sunday Times for you, after a two-week absence that I’m blaming on barbecue and jazz. This morning, Miles Davis’ Miles in the Sky is drifting out the deck speakers, chicken thigh quarters are marinating in a […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: June 6 Nine days without a blog. Sorry! I’ve been busy. The barbecue team, The Smokin’ Dopes, stunned the Memorial Day competition here with a first-place finish (more on that in a day or two). Bob Dylan’s 69th birthday was noted with a […]

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The Critical Mass

We are the Smokin’ Dopes A handful of scientists have just left my house, having concluded a battery of tests on me that included asking me to sort colored objects, examining my hair follicles under a powerful microscope and drilling deep into my cranium. I don’t know why that one squirrely fellow kept insisting he […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: May 16 1, The fascinating lead story of the day, “For Times Sq. Suspect, Long Roots of Discontent,” examines the man accused of leaving a bomb in Times Square. Faisal Shahzad was living a successful life in the United States, yet did not […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to: April 9 I’m planning on smoking ribs slow over mesquite wood this morning, starting at maybe 11 a.m. But as of now, 7 a.m., snow is whirling past the windows and settling on the deck, at the feet of the Adirondack chairs. The […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to First music of the day: June Christy’s Something Cool, a 1955 record that introduced the “vocal cool” period, and one of the excellent pieces of old vinyl that I picked up during my new favorite holiday, Saturday’s Record Store Day. “I don’t ordinarily […]

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I read The Sunday New York Times, so you don’t have to Sorry this is late. I had to make breakfast for some houseĀ  guests and get them to the airport, then pick up all of the guy stuff; cigar butts, champagne bottles and muscle-building magazines. Now, let’s see what’s happening in The Times. 1, […]

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Live from SXSW No. 1: Human trafficking, right beneath the bomb-sniffing dog nose of Homeland Security With one salmonella outbreak in the chicken enchiladas, a huge piece of the popular music industry could be wiped out. The South by Southwest Music Festival begins Wednesday in Austin, Texas, with an estimated 1,800 acts officially playing, and […]

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I read the Sunday Times, so you don’t have to: March 14 First music of the morning: Orenda Fink’s gothic folk, Ask the Night. WARNING: There won’t be a reading of The Times here next Sunday. Instead, starting Wednesday, I’ll be filing fresh, daily blogs from the SXSW Music Conference in Austin, Texas. 1, With […]

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