And the winner is ... "Grey's Anatomy" Defying the odds, "Anatomy" trampled all over "CSI" Thursday night with 25.1 million viewers to "CSI's" 22 million. The numbers, in fact, get even better in the coveted 18-49 demo, where "Grey's" had one-and-a-half times the viewership of "CSI." Interest in "Grey's" was so strong that the preceding clip show nearly beat "Survivor" by .6 of a rating point.
Also, "Desperate Housewives" beat NBC's Sunday Night Football in the ratings.
For most of last week, I'd been listening to and enjoying (very much) the new John Mayer album.
Let me preface that by saying that the new album is a lot different from his previous work, with a conscious effort to stay away from the acoustic guitar pop that made him a superstar the world over, success that had the unfortunate consequence of spawning a generation of local acoustic acts such as Paolo Santos, MYMP, and Jimmy Bondoc. When you think about it that way, it wouldn't be hard to argue that we all should hate John Mayer; he was the root of all that banal, yuppie evil.
The thing is though, he's well aware of the sins of his past, and he's been on a mission to make up for all of it. John Mayer's changed.
"Everyone thinks Brad Pitt has it great because he married Angelina Jolie. I think he has it terrible, because when Angelina Jolie is giving you a blow job, what do you tip your head back and think of to help you finish? You have nothing left -- just Jesus on a polar bear in the middle of the snow, saying, 'You greedy motherfucker, I've got nothing for you.'"
The article also alludes to this hilarious segment from his TV special, where he takes a piss at himself and his teenage fans when he tells them that his songs were really written by... well, you should watch the video and find out for yourself:
And the album? Well, it's soulful and bluesy, and a delight to listen to. But at the heart of the record, John Mayer still couldn't help playing the part of the broken-hearted troubadour, despite trading in his guitar pop riffs for blues solos. He's still John Mayer, after all.
Anyway, on Friday James Blake decided to do a little Agassi tribute of his own and rocked the neon tennis shirts that were Agassi trademarks back in the early 90s.
Astig. Naalala ko pa nung uso yung dito sa Pilipinas. Grade 5 ata ako nun.
On a related tennis note, check out David Foster Wallace's brilliant piece on world no. 1 Roger Federer called Federer as Religious Experience in the New York Times' Play Magazine. One of the best sports pieces you'll ever read. It's good enough that it almost made me care about Roger Federer.