Speaking of Murder and Mayhem . . .

A few days ago construction workers dug up a 55-gallon drum in the South End of Albany with a woman’s remains in it. The city has just announced that they’ve identified the victim . . . and that she’d been there for a long, long time:

“Albany Police have now identified the woman who was found stuffed in a 55-gallon drum on Friday. They say the woman is Emma Moccio, a woman who has been missing for 58 years. Her remains were discovered on Friday at a construction site at South Pearl Street. Moccio was 71-years-old when she vanished back in 1946. Albany Police say she had a bracelet on her right wrist that had her maiden name inscribed on the inside. They say she died of strangulation, possibly at the hands of her husband, although they admit they will never know. Her husband, Ralph Moccio, was convicted of murder in New Jersey in the late 1940’s. He was never charged in connection with his wife’s disappearance, but he later committed suicide in prison. Police say on the day Emma Moccio went missing, her husband was actually involved in a fight with another man that ended in bloodshed. Police say Ralph shot the man in the head, but he survived. When they went looking for answers, detectives looked to Moccio’s wife, but they could not find her. At the time, Albany Police say the search lasted only weeks. Besides the bracelet, police also found $200, which they say may indicate Moccio was trying to leave her husband.”

How many cold case files that old ever get opened up and solved again? Pretty amazing, if sad.

Ugh . . .

As always, there’s really nothing to be gained by poking at the Grammy’s, since they’ve been nothing but consistent in their ability to miss the mark, year after year after year. But, jeez, picking Coldplay for Record of the Year over Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” is such a freakin’ travesty . . . going alt in a year when listeners and critics alike, from every genre and social circle, have embraced a wonderful song, well, that’s just wrong. About as wrong as it’ll be if, say, Seabiscuit beats Lord of the Rings for Best Film at the Oscar’s this year. And while it’s sad that Luther Vandross had a stroke and all, giving him Song of the Year for a Richard Marx co-penned sugarbomb, while neglecting “Hey Ya!” or Warren Zevon’s “Keep Me In Your Heart For A While” shows that cheese wins over substance every year at the Grammy’s. Sure, they gave Zevon two awards, one for “Disorder in the House” (the one with Springsteen on it, the only song on Zevon’s last album where it seems like the guest star is trying to showboat over the dying man) and one for “Best Contemporary Folk Album” or some such nonsense like that. Zevon wasn’t a folksinger, he was a rock star. Blecch.

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