Naughty insights into a musical anarchist who divines sinister motives in those Segway scooters

I invite you to visit the Daily News' music blog, whatever it's called, and enjoy (or not enjoy, your choice) my offering about meeting an inspired eccentric named Tim Fite who comes off in concert as a foul-mouthed children's-show host who's equally deft at Randy Newman Americana and angry hip-hop lyricism. As an added incentive, I offer this iPhone photo of a monster Fite crafted out of modeling clay at a pre-performance pizza party that he hosted...

... with a bonus factoid I don't include in the music blog story: Its tongue was originally crafted by his onstage partner, "Dr. Leisure," as ladyparts for the creature, until a publicist for his label found that too gross and begged him to repurpose it.

During said discussion, Fite betrayed an amusingly unhealthy amount of knowledge about women relieving themselves without the aid of traditional toilets. And yet, he's such a clean-cut looking man.

(With these two blogs, I've gone all M.C. Escher and created a Möbius Strip of links, for which my editors should give me some sort of bonus, since it's all about individual hits on websites these days.)