At last, amid all the war, famine, pestilence and downright rudeness out there, a sign that there may indeed be a God. The entire cast of Seinfeld have been written into the forthcoming 7th series (U.S. readers: Season) of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Read about it here.
I can only imagine that Michael Kramer Richards will be glad of the employment again following his onstage meltdown of a couple of years ago.
For anyone not familiar with Seinfeld who may be experiencing some Sein-Curiosity, try watching Curb (as we say) then working backwards to it. You'll see the evolution. Don't bother too much with the last few series though. Co-creator Larry David had left to do CYE by then, and his absence was more than evident. Go for what are referred to on the box-set as the Yadda-Yadda Years. Then, when you've learned all the scripts, get back to me because I don't know many, in fact any Sein-Fans and I need recruits with whom I can back & forth all the one-liners and in-jokes.

So what's new in Sonicworld I hear y'all ask? Well, I've been struck by computer woes recently. My broadband access was powered by a Jurassic DSL modem, which this week has been sounding it's death rattle. Only problem with it's replacement, a super-slick modem router, is that it requires an ethernet connection that my not-exactly-new computer doesn't have. I duly located and purchased an ethernet adapter on Ebay for £1.99. Only after I clicked Buy did I learn that these gizmos apparently slow down your net-speed somewhat. So I ended up buying an ethernet card this afternoon. Couple of hours later, both card and router are installed and running nicely, so all's well. Now I don't have to leave the cosy confines of Chez Soniqué to use the facilities at the local library for local people. The whole scene down there is just too weird for me.
In other news, the people in charge of the UK's weather have admitted that they got things wrong a while back. Turns out that our summer of lawn-darts, croquet, daisy-chains and al fresco dining was a government lie. Instead, it's sideways rain and central-heating. Now there's a thing.

The Beastie Boys. Probably the only act I can think of that have, for over 20 years stayed consistently inventive, never switched into creative cruise-control and remained the best at what they do. No-one else from their era has achieved this. They're the only band that have had real longevity, of whom I can honestly say I like their entire career's output, in all it's musical meanderings. With anyone else I'd have to cherry-pick the best bits. I still look forward to their releases like a 13 year-old, and usually buy on the day of release.
So here's Adam MCA Yauch sharing some generally not-so-great news with the world at large. This clip also proves beyond all doubt something I have known since the birth of time: Without a sense of humour, you have nothing. Get well and get back out there sir.

Well, it was a fitting end I suppose. A surreal life followed by a truly surreal spectacle in death. I can't say I watched much of the Michael Jackson funeral-memorial to be honest, but I was compelled enough to keep channel-hopping back to it. Every time I did I was presented with something I just couldn't quite get my head around. The intense grieving of a family and an extended family, presented live onstage. The coffin, spot-lit in front of the stage was the final unreal cherry on the crazy-cake for me. Jeff Koons himself couldn't have done it better.
I'm wondering if this will mark the start of similar events around future showbiz deaths. Truth is though, that not many people ever get to the level of global celebrity that Jacko did. World politicians don't get send-offs like this one, never mind slebs.
Given that the depressing economics of the recording industry will almost certainly ensure that U2 are the last of the Huge Monster rock acts to roam the Earth, (if they were a new band, they'd have been dropped after the first album) MJ will similarly be the last of the Uber-solo performers. I can't think of anyone bigger right now anyway. No, not even Madonna.