My first issue of Rolling Stone arrived yesterday. Yup, I’m now a subscriber to the gray haired hippie rag. I received a subscription when I signed up as a member of the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame during my visit last summer. The cost of getting my large family in the door was cheaper with a membership, so it was free.
I’m a bit stunned by its leftist partisanship. I always knew it was a liberal rag, but I didn’t realize it was relentlessly so. It makes Mother Jones look middle-of-the-road. Here’s the cover story: “Time to Go! Inside the Worst Congress Ever. Plus: Meet the 10 Worst Congressmen.” Nine of them are Republicans. I think the one Democrat is a mere token (“We’re objective!”). Maybe they’re right, of course, but when one of the most-publicized scandals is a homosexual email exchange, it makes me wonder.
Still, I’m kinda enjoying it. It’s good browsing, and I learn all sorts of tidbits that are probably common knowledge to People Magazine people: Tony Bennett has a top-selling album right now (number 4), as does Fergie (13, and it was 9). Jann Wenner is still alive (I know that b/c he’s still on the masthead). Tower Records is gone (bankrupted and liquidated). Katherine McPhee (American Idol star) is doing well with advertising endorsements. Weird Al Yankovic’s favorite song of all time is “Surfin’ Bird” by The Trashmen. I wouldn’t rank it first, but it’s a pretty cool song.
I learned all that in seven minutes. That’s not bad. Granted, it’s not useful information (I doubt St. Peter will ask me the Weird Al question), but it’s nice to keep abreast. And this magazine shows lots of breasts.