So John Peel is dead now too, eh? It seems like the cool thing to do nowadays is die. In the coming days there will be a lot of obituaries that go overboard and call him the most important man in rock and roll, but we have to remember that he played a lot of garbage too. That’s the risk of playing the game when you are cutting edge and oh-so avant garde. But if playing junk on the radio makes you a rock-god, then I have four years worth of radio show I’d love to play for you. If anyone thinks I’m being facetious, let us not forget that Peel loved The Strokes. Nevertheless, I will begin playing “Teenage Kicks” for twenty-four straight hours. It sure beats pouring a forty on the curb.

Speaking of questionable music selections, John Kerry swung through Michigan earlier this week with none other than Jon Bon Jovi at his side as the two rallied the troops in Macomb County. I’d like to think that if I were a legitimate presidential candidate I would be able to campaign with much hipper celebrities, but that’s probably not the case. If the best Kerry can do is the likes of Jon Bon Jovi and Bruce Springsteen and the best Bush can do is Wayne Newton and Billy Baldwin, I would probably only be able to attract the likes of Melissa Rivers and a bunch of former-Reality TV show contestants. Regardless, it wouldn’t matter to me. A D-List celebrity is still a celebrity.

On an even more local note, my neighborhood is dominated by Republican donors. Maybe Wayne Newton is cooler than I thought.