After months of work, I’m about ready to share what I believe will be a 12-volume compilation and a fantastic follow-up to Ladies of the Eighties …

Here’s an offseason time waster. I recently read a cursory online conversation in a forum about the best “All African American Team” in baseball history, which got me thinking … who would I take on such a team? It seemed too easy to come up with the answers at any position except third base. For whatever reason, there haven’t been many exceptional African American third baseman, unless you count Jackie Robinson, who played more than 250 career games at third. The rest of the positions are fairly predictable. You don’t even have to look any further than Hall of Fame inductees:

1B — Take your pick from Willie McCovey, Pops Stargell, and Eddie Murray

2B — Joe Morgan

SS — The Wizard or Ernie Banks

3B — Jackie Robinson or maybe Ray Dandridge

CA — Elston Howard or Roy Campanella or Josh Gibson

OF — Too many to even bother listing, but I think I’d take Rickey Henderson, Willie Mays and Hank Aaron as my starters with Mr. October and Kirby Puckett as the late-inning pinch-hitters and Lou Brock the late-inning pinch-runner.

SP — How about a four-man rotation of Bob Gibson, Fergie Jenkins, Satchel Paige, and Rube Foster. On their off-days, Gibby and Paige can close out games in a pinch.

But then I thought, what if I limit myself to players not in the Hall of Fame? Then things get a little more interesting. That list includes current or recent players who haven’t had the chance to be inducted yet (or just don’t have the votes to date). Here’s what I came up with (and keep in mind we’re talking African Americans, not simply “Black,” which for some would include Latin players):

CA — Catcher is historically one of the whitest positions on the diamond. The recent influx of Latino backstops doesn’t help matters in this case, because we’re excluding Hispanic and Latino players. So the pickings are slim. I first thought of Russell Martin, but he’s too green. Then I thought of another Dodger, Johnny Roseboro, he of the famous Marichal riot incident. Roseboro was a four-time All-Star and two-time Gold Glove winner, but his offensive numbers (a career .249 hitter with little pop) look pretty woeful — probably a byproduct of playing at Dodger Stadium during the heyday for pitchers in the early-to-mid ’60s. Charles Johnson eventually popped into my mind. He was a fairly mediocre hitter — despite some power — but a four-time Gold Glove winner. I thought about going all the way back to the 1930s and the Negro Leagues to grab Quincy Trouppe, who, according to Bill James, was a “perpetual” .300 hitter who walked a lot, a regular All-Star, and a switch-hitter. Trouppe had a cup of coffee with the Indians in 1952 at the age of 39. But I’m sticking with Johnson.

1B — Lots of more recent options at first: Cecil Fielder, Mo Vaughn, Fred McGriff, and Derrek Lee. But this is a no-brainer: Frank Thomas is my guy. Of course, he’ll eventually join that Hall of Fame list, but for the time being he qualifies for this team.

2B — Lou Whitaker or Willie Randolph? You want more staunch defense, then how about Frank White? Delino DeShields, Harold Reynolds, and Johnny Ray are options, too. Speaking of Ray, don’t forget Ray Durham. But for my purposes, this is a three-horse race between Lou, Willie, and Frank. Whitaker was above average with the glove and developed into a decent power hitter with good plate discipline. In his prime he was capable of 20+ home runs and a .370+ OBP. He was a five-time All-Star, a four-time Silver Slugger, and a three-time Gold Glover. Randolph gets overlooked to a degree, but he was a six-time All-Star whose career marks for OBP and AVG mirror Whitaker’s. What Randolph lacked in pop by comparison, he made up for in better speed on the basepaths. But he wasn’t as good with the glove. White, by contrast, was exceptional with the glove — one of the best to ever play the position. He won six consecutive Gold Gloves (8 total); Whitaker’s three wins broke up White’s streak. And White turned into a decent power hitter (for a middle infielder) late in his career. But he was inferior at getting on base (sub .300 career OBP). His defense isn’t enough to tip the scales in his favor, and I like Lou’s total package over Willie’s, so Lou Whitaker makes the team.

SS — Shawon Dunston is my man. … Just kidding. Garry “with two Rs” Templeton? Great trade bait to land Ozzie Smith in STL. I hate Jeter and A-Rod. No way either makes my team despite their credentials. So I’m taking Barry Larkin before his sure-fire Hall of Fame induction next year. Good speed, good batting average, above-average pop for a middle infielder, and he would’ve won more than three Gold Gloves if not for Ozzie.

3B — There have been so few African American third baseman that I almost have to consider a guy like Hubie Brooks. Luckily, there are a few more viable options: Bill Madlock, Terry Pendleton, and Bobby Bonilla. Bobby Bo gets the boot right away because he was just lousy in the field. Pendleton was the best fielder of the bunch, by far; Mad Dog the best pure hitter (seriously, dude won four batting titles and finished in the top five three other times). I’ve got solid D up the middle, so I can afford to slack a little at the corners. My pick is Bill Madlock.

LF — Left field allows me plenty of options. Do I take Sarge Matthews? Hal McRae or Dusty Baker or Tommy Davis? There’s Lonnie “Skates” Smith and Kevin “World” Mitchell. Greg Vaughn. Don Baylor. Joe Carter. Bo Jackson. George Foster has gotta be considered. Albert “Joey” Belle was a monster at the plate. So was Bonds, but he can kiss my ass. Carl Crawford is a stud. All these players are deserving of a discussion, and you can’t go wrong with Belle or Bonds or Crawford or Foster. But for me it’s a two-horse race between Tim Raines and Ron Gant. In Gant you get 30 HR power and 30 steals a year. His low batting average holds him back, but for a brief period he was one of the most exciting players in baseball. But Rock Raines is my guy. Blazing speed on the basepaths, a superb hitter, and an on-base machine. He was Rickey Henderson Lite.

CF — Well, Mickey Rivers would be a fun one. Ellis Burks could hit a little. I loved watching Ray Lankford and Willie McGee. Kenny Lofton could fly around the bases. Curt Flood is probably the best fielder of the bunch. There’s a pair of Davises that could be dynamite: Eric and Willie. Granderson and Upton should be fun to watch for years to come. And that Torii Hunter guy can play. But man, none of ‘em could hold the jock of the ’90s version of Ken Griffey Jr.

RF — For the sake of brevity, I’ll just tell you I’m not taking Strawberry, Baines, Justice, Dye, or Sheffield. Andre Dawson is not the best hitter listed here, but he’s the most well-rounded player of the bunch.

SP — We’ll start with a pair of oldies but goodies: Don Newcombe and Vida Blue. Newcombe was a huge guy for the ’50s — 6-foot-4 and 225 pounds. Newcombe won the first-ever Cy Young Award in ‘56 when he went 27-7 with a 0.989 WHIP. He was also a helluva hitter: in ‘55, a season in which he went 20-5 on the mound, he also hit .359 with 9 doubles, 7 homers, and 23 RBI. Vida pitched for Charlie Finley’s outstanding A’s clubs of the ’70s. He won 20 games three times and struck out 301 batters in ‘71 as a 21 year-old. (Suck on that, Lincecum.) It will come as no great shock that I’m taking Doc Gooden. Seriously, who wouldn’t? I need another lefty to compliment Blue, so C.C. Sabathia it is. If I needed someone to walk the bases loaded then strike out the side, I’d select J.R. Richard to round out my rotation. But I’m going with Dave Stewart instead. Unfortunately, that doesn’t leave any room for Oil Can Boyd or Blue Moon Odom. Still, that’s pretty nasty rotation. Now on to the pen …

RP — Lee Smith is my man! He’s also the only African American — no shit — in the top 50 on the career saves list. I’m gonna pass on Mike Jackson and Heathcliff Slocumb and LaTroy Hawkins, but thanks for asking. But I will take a flier on Tom Gordon. Mudcat Grant was a pretty darn good reliever at the tail end of his career, so I’ll nab him. We’re gonna need a lefty, and even though he’s a bit flaky I’ll take Arthur Rhodes (he does have the 11th-best K/9 ratio in MLB history). And we’re going to let Donnie Moore off the hook for that one bad pitch to Dave Henderson and admit that he was a pretty darn good closer for three seasons.

Here’s my righthanded heavy lineup:

LF Raines (.385 career OBP, 808 career steals)
SS Larkin (.371 career OBP)
CF Griffey Jr. (.371 career OBP)
1B Thomas (.974 career OPS)
RF Dawson (.482 career SLG)
2B Whitaker (.363 OBP)
3B Madlock (.365 OBP)
CA Johnson (.330 OBP)

Considering that three of those players are going to be Hall of Famers — and you can make a good argument for two others, Raines and Dawson — that’s a lineup that would probably hold its own against the Hall of Fame African-American team discussed above. If this team has a glaring weakness, it’s probably the pen, where I couldn’t think of many great options once I got beyond Smith, another guy that probably should be in the Hall.

A new mix, just for you and yours.

“I Had Lost My Mind”

00:00 Daniel Johnston — “I Had Lost My Mind”
01:10 Dick Hyman — “Strobo”
02:41 Gary Glitter — “I Didn’t Know I Loved You”
05:58 Kim Wilde — “Cambodia”
09:45 Miike Snow — “Animal”
14:05 Mtume — “Juicy Fruit”
17:44 Lee Fields & The Expressions — “My World Is Empty Without You”
21:41 The Sound Offs — “The Angry Desert”
24:00 The Jelly Bean Bandits — “Generation”
26:54 The Staple Singers — “I Had a Dream”
29:43 The Almighty Defenders — “Cone of Light”
32:58 Warren Zevon — “Excitable Boy”
35:28 Bill Fox — “I’ll Give It Away”
38:47 Chris Knox — “It’s Love”
41:20 Music Go Music — “Light of Love”
46:28 Roky Erickson — “Nothing in Return”

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About 8 months ago I began work on a mix that I’m finally releasing to the public. Titled “Foreign Substance,” it is a compilation of global psychedelia — hence the double entendre — that I’m rather proud of. I hope you enjoy it.

Here’s the track list:

01 Psychoactive Substances
Serge Gainsbourg, “Melody” (France, 1971)
Blues Section, “Cherry Cup-Cake Twist” (Sweden, 1968)
Embryo, “The Music of Today” (Germany, 1975)

02 Very Few People Have Heard Marijuana
Pierre Henry & Michel Colombier, “Psyché Rock” (France, 1967)
Improved Sound, LTD., “Leave This Lesbian World” (Germany, 1969)
Terry Jacks, “The Love Game” (Canada, 1974)

03 A Voice in the Head
Bjorn Olsson, “Visionen Vecklar Ut Sitt Landskap” (Sweden, 1999)
Bran, “Y Gwylwyr” (Wales, 1975)
Yura Yura Teikoku, “Soft Death” (Japan, 2005)

04 Go Out of Your Mind
Hemant Bhosle feat. Asha Bhosle, “Phir Teri Yaad” (India, 1970s)
The Apryl Fool, “The Lost Mother Land (Pt. 2)” (Japan, 1969)
Los Holy’s, “Holys Psicodélicos” (Peru, 1967)

05 If Tim Leary Were Here
Kraftwerk, “Klingklang” (Germany, 1972)
Robert Wyatt, “Heaps of Sheeps” (United Kingdom, 1997)
Brigitte Fontaine & Areski, “L’engourdie” (France, 1974)

06 There Wasn’t Anything Close to It
Pugh Rogefeldt, Har Kommer Natten (Sweden, 1969)
Illes, Nem Erdekel Amit Mondsz (Hungary, 1973)
Los Dug Dug’s, “Smog” (Mexico, 1972)

07 The Effects of Grass
Barıs Manço, “Coban Yildizi” (Turkey, 1979)
Cluster & Eno, “Fur Luise” (Germany, United Kingdom, 1977)
Arthur Brown, “I Put a Spell on You” (United Kingdom, 1968)

08 Discovering Fire for the Second Time
Caetano Veloso, “Asa Branca” (Brazil, 1972)

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100 days, 100 songs, 100 dances, 100 locales — compiled by a Yale grad student. Fantastic.

1. Miike Snow’s “Animal” is sooooooooooo good. This is my new summer anthem. I wonder if the rest of his stuff is as good?

2. I’ve been listening to a lot of Blip.fm at work. I like queuing up songs the night before and then letting it rip during the workday. Check out my blip for the above song.

3. I’m getting a new roof put on the house today … FINALLY. It only took the ‘lords a couple years to get around to doing it. Soon my records room will no longer leak and I will hopefully spend a lot more time in there. It’s been a kind of depressing place to be over the last few months as my stereo and records have been perpetually covered in towels to keep the rainwater away. And it’s been raining a LOT.

4. I went to Night 1 of the Pitchfork fest this year: Yo La Tengo, Tortoise, and Built to Spill all sounded fine but were BORING to watch. Ten years ago I believe I would have had a much different reaction. I used to LOVE watching Tortoise live, and Yo La blew me away when I saw them on the Electr-o-Pura tour. The Jesus Lizard also blew me away when I saw them in 1995, and they were the lone band on the bill that did it for me this time around, too. I’m not sure what I’m looking for anymore when I see a band perform live. I guess, in large part, it’s the newness that increases the WOW factor. So maybe the fact that this music (Yo La et al.) is so ingrained in my DNA lessens its impact? That doesn’t explain the Lizard, though. David Yow was still every bit your creepy uncle. He crowdsurfed and made snarky comments and just looked like he was having FUN. I’m seriously considering seeing them perform when they reunite again in November.

5. DJ’ing my niece’s wedding was a blast. As someone who typically spins r’n'r in bars for hipsters, it’s relatively rare to see people dance during my sets (unless very drunk). The bars I spin at — people don’t go there to dance. They go there to converse. That doesn’t mean they aren’t appreciative of the music or that they fail to acknowledge the DJ. But they just do it with subtler nods and fist pumps. But at this wedding reception I had the dance floor filled the entire time. Kids, adults, everyone. Playing some stupid dance music (Lady Gaga + Beyonce + Gnarls) was fun, but the crowd really went bonkers for the Michael Jackson/Jackson 5 block in addition to the medley I created for the bride/groom. The latter was an 8-minute block of stuff I mixed together, from the Chiffon’s “He’s So Fine” (from the woman’s perspective) to The Kinks’ “You Really Got Me” (from the man’s perspective) to a climatic UB40 cover of “I Got You, Babe” (requested by the bridal party), with Chrissie Hynde playing the part of Cher. Oh, and some old dude requested Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London.” Out of left field? Sure, but I gladly played it.

6. The new job sucks. I’m trying to just accept this.

7. Bike riding. I’m improving a lot. I’ve done 325 miles in a little more than a month, including my first back-to-back 30-mile rides.

8. In late spring I made a commitment to R&B, reading and biking. The biking is working out nicely, but the reading (of books) is lagging behind, unfortunately. Attention span, lengthen please. I think I’m going to tackle Let the Right One In, which everyone says is spectacular. (I enjoyed the movie.)

9. I’ve been riding the bus to work on days that I don’t ride the bike. It’s a 30-minute commute, which I enjoy as it allows me time to knock out a long magazine article. I’ve made it through the previous four issues of Wired, but I need to find something new to read. Speaking of …

10. Does anyone have any reccomendations for site’s they check out on a daily/regular basis that have interesting long-form journalism? The subject matter doesn’t matter all that much. I’m not looking for “newsy” articles, per say. Rather, engaging subjects handled in relative depth. I need some ideas for content to pour over during lunch breaks — things I can simply print off and take with me to the cafe.

… because they may just end in this:

M returned from her parents and made a pit-stop for me (well, for us) in Columbus, Ohio. Jealous?

Flavors include the all-time favorite Salty Caramel, Thai Chili, and Bourbon Butter Pecan — plus three ice-cream sandwiches!

that I’ve neglected you, dearest blog. But I’ve had other priorities as of late. And Facebook makes it so easy to update all the peeps at once. Sigh.

… in your own backyard.

“You see, in the last fifteen years baseball has needed help. This is becoming a tired, predictable game. It is overexposed on television. It is moving too slowly to maintain a hold on this fast-moving era. And, probably worst of all, it has become so commercialized, and the people in it loaded with so many gimmicks, that it all reminds you of the front window of a cheap department store.”

—Jimmy Breslin, sportswriter, 1963