Wednesday, June 29, 2005

A Lot of Speakers Speak

Hey Hey My My its been awhile.

I'm back to give my fair true readers a little insight into the last week.

I flew to DC saw Wilco (again) and took in a Nationals game, and some hot weather. Good hospitatlity from my buddies Hap and Nora, Thanks.

Came back with a little cold and took a couple of days off from the 'puter.

About the Wilco. Very, Very good show. The best outdoor Wilco show I've seen. This being number three. And certainly in the top five of all time, of seven. I don't want to rank them, but this one kicked some serious butt. Airline to Heaven, a Guthrie, Wilco, and Bragg concoction along with Sunken Treasure, Kingpin( duh ), and the covers of Something in the Air and I Shall Be Released were absolute highlights.

The Roots opened the night by blarring over a microphone and over emphasizing base. I don't like rap live. I just can't understand it. I'm so white its embarrassing. I really did like their back up singer, and instrumentation, but Black Thought, I'm sorry dude I barely understood a word. ?uestlove is something to behold. He is like a cartoon character until you see him in the flesh. For the audiophiles, Vernon Reid played guitar, makes since he's from DC I believe.

Merriweather Pavillion was cool also. Ever been to one of those outdoor shows and get saturated with corporate logos? No different here. Ever go to one of those outdoor shows and get saturated with art, goofy concession stands, awkward barns, and sarcasm? Didn't think so. You must check it out if you're in the area. It makes you feel good.

Last I want to say one thing about Tom Cruise. You So Crazy.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Rex Kwon Do

AFI, the American Film Institute did their yearly list. This year quotes. And the big #1 was "frankly my dear I don't give a damn". That coupled with www.thighswideshut.org putting together a personal list has inspired my own little list of line I still quote and will always stick with me.

"I'm the HNIC"...Lean on Me
"May we dance with your dates"...Animal House
"Golemah, shuh tha dahy"....Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
"Fairwell and adieu you fair Spanish ladies"...Jaws
"Is he clean"...Swingers
"What's she ever done with her life"...Bottle Rocket
"Is that you Woodcock?", "I've got vision and the rest of the world's wearin' bi-focals"...Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
"I love my dead gay son"...Heathers
"Ball point pen, beef jerky, comb, pint of Old Harper, gum..."...American Graffitti
"Kickboxing is an up and coming sport"...Say Anything
"Our fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble"...The Fugitive
"We'll walk to the curb from here", "Alvy Singer, hey everybody I got Alvy Singer over here"....
Annie Hall
"I told those fudge packers I liked his music"...Office Space
"Bow to your sensai", "I don't know, build her a cake", "I don't have any bills, so I'm gonna pay you boys in change"...Napoleon Dynamite

Monday, June 20, 2005

I just screened Bad News Bears for the first time since I was a Bad News Bear. I don't remember the movie being this vulgar. I was pretty young and really just watching for the baseball and watching kids my age. Now I'm more like Matthau's character than I'd like to admit. Anyway its a pretty good piece of entertainment, and worth the Netflix subscription rate just to hear Tanner describe his team, and tell those evil Yankee's to take their trophy and shove it up their asses.

With all the Deep Throat hysteria, and my Washington DC trip coming up this week, I've got All the President's Men up tomorrow night. I'll go ahead and say I hate Dustin Hoffman, for the most part. Ben Braddock doesn't completely annoy me, at least not like that idiot Rainman. Sure I have compassion for the mentally handicapped, but not when they are played by an idiot like Dustin Hoffman who thinks the best way to show his disability is by swaying and repeating things. I don't want to keep going about this and I am by no means an expert on Autism, but I gotta tell you I don't think he had a drop of subtlety in his "performance". That's the crap the Academy eats with a spoon.

Rant over. Deep breath. Crisis averted. I'm not quite in the right frame of mind. I've got a bunch of junk happening this week. I keep forgeting I'm gonna see Wilco, and The Roots and go to DC. All I can think about is the flight. Yikes.

Listening to a lot of country today. I saw one of those Time Life deals and needed to hear some Conway Twitty, Tanya Tucker and Kenny Rogers.

Hello Darlin, Conway
Delta Dawn, Tanya
Lucille, Kenny

Saturday, June 18, 2005

O My Soul

Lets talk music, and my favorite genre, pop.

I'm listening to a live Big Star show from Columbia, Missouri. If you don't know Big Star, and shame on you if you don't, but if you don't they are kinda like poppy Rolling Stones, Faces, Replacements, REM, some Matchbox 20, got it? If you've seen That '70's Show then you've heard them, they do the theme song, "Hangin' Out, Down the Street/Same Old Thing, You Did Last Week!

The point of this is to declare that I will always love pop music in its many forms, from bubble gum, to standards, to power pop to punk pop, from Mowtown to Sun and Stax to IRS and Sub Pop to Def Jam. It gets such a bad name, but if you think about it everything you see on TV or hear on the radio is pop. Like it or not pop, short for Popular is sold in mass retailers, so if you get your White Stripes album home in a Wal Mart bag or download if from MSN you've just bought a pop record. And there is nothing wrong with that, you're dumb friends might give you a load of crap, but look at their CD shelf, I bet there's a Gin Blossoms record. If not just slam 'em for liking The Beatles.

Everybody wants to like someone that isn't mainstream, so you can be all edgy and fresh. So I did an experiment, without even knowing. I decided to check out Target's CD section. I do this from time to time at my local record store, but at Target its different. I want to see what the chain's are pushing, and I wanted to price some albums I wanted to buy from Monster (formerly Manifest) my locally owned and operated disc dealer. So I look around and thought, oh you know lets see how much Coldplay's X&Y is... $11.99 I paid two dollars too much in some people's eyes, but in my eyes I have just given two dollars back to the balance. I bet I got Bright Eyes for cheaper than anyone. While most were shilling out $8.00 I got mines for $6.00.

Here comes the real tough one though. I want Ben Harper's latest and the live album from Hollywood Bowl. Target doesn't have a Ben Harper section. I thought he was a little more mainstream. And I still do, when 15 year old girls are singing Jah Work... I figure he's gone into a level of Phish and DMB, not that there's anything wrong with that. I bought my first Ben Harper record, his second before it came out. I got a promo disc, from Manifest in Cola, my freshman year, ten years ago. I remember bringing him into my circle of friends on the way to see DMB and Ben Harper. Turns out Ben Harper opened the first half of the tour, and current blues man Corey Harris opened the second half. Oh well, I still won, I discovered Ben Harper and watched his growth into supposed underground giant.

So I started wondering after I day dreamed about Ben, do they carry Ben Folds (Five)? No, Sonic Youth, no. Okay that was stretching it. But thirteen years ago, I bet some Target's had Sonic Youth, when Nirvana made them popular. Are my tastes that off the regular pop landscape, I don't think so. They had rows of Coldplay, Joss Stone, Jack Johnson, even some Chris Isaak, Rob Thomas, and U2. My kind of pop knows not about popularity, just about the definition, I suppose. But here we come back to Big Star. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe not. While looking around the B's I see a familiar title. Big Star: #1 Record/Radio City. You can't find Big Star on the radio, but there they are at Target. Granted it was only one copy and there wasn't a plackard declairing its position, but it sat their just as unpopular to Hillary Duff as George Benson sits looking at Alicia Keys.

O My Soul -- Big Star

Thursday, June 16, 2005

The Stoke

I'm sure by now you're wondering what movie is he going to tell me about next? Your answer is Step into Liquid. My new third favorite surfing documentary, behind The Endless Summer and Riding Giants. This is a four and a half star doc featuring surfing all over the world in an Endless Summer style, by the son of the director of The Endless Summer. And it is good, very very good visuals. Probably the most incredible visuals I've seen underwater. You don't get the POV ,Dana Brown gives on his movies, everyday. He shoots from behind waves and inside waves and under waves, rather than to the side or in front of waves.

Watch it for those reasons alone. Another good movie is on tonight on Turner Classic Movies. 12 Angry Men. Absolutely flawless. This is in my top ten somewhere between 4-10. I love this movie. The story is powerful, the acting great, and the tension taught. I'm not gonna bore you with Film 101, but Sidney Lumet did this in 1957-his first film and he knocked it out of the park. It is so good, to this day he can do anything he wants and the studios back off.

I went to the beach today for about 1.5 hrs, it was good. Hot and high tide. Can't ask for more.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Remake Needed

Sometimes I get it wrong too. I figured In Good Company, the Dennis Quaid, Topher Grace, and Scarlett Johansen vehicle would be good. It was okay. Not great, could've been great. Good premise just poor casting and really bad soundtrack work. Topher Grace was not very good in his part and Scarlett Johansen was actually boring. Sadly their characters needed a lift. Looking back you have to wonder how Josh Hartnett and Kirsten Dunst would have done. Their chemistry was electric in the Virgin Suicides, and would be interesting to see five years later what it would be like. Dennis Quaid though was pitch perfect. Just a great role, and performance. I sat their wondering how great it must be to know Dennis Quaid as I watched this, and how stupid Meg Ryan really is. Quaid seems like a cool guy, and you know he could help you score with chicks, if scoring with chicks is something you're into.

About the soundtrack, ugh. Why jam songs all over the emotional points of the song. I was not emotionally charged by the songs so they didn't work. But it was a good story and needs to be told better.

Burning Photographs, Ryan Adams
We're All On Drugs, Weezer
It's the Nighttime, Josh Rouse

Monday, June 13, 2005

Beat It

For a moment take a journey with me. I'm going to compare a couple of celebrities from the music world.

Today Michael Jackson was aquitted on all charges in a trial based on child molestation. This is the second of such allegations to make it to court. This is the first aquital as he paid his accuser a settlement in the 90's. No real fanfare or anger followed. I don't see groups of people smashing Thriller in the roads. Radio stations aren't holding destroy Michael Jackson records parties. But dare to be a Dixie Chick.

Some time ago now the Chicks expressed some disappointment and embarrassment in the war, and of their fellow Texan George Bush. The timing was bad, and bold. The response from country radio and the general public, and media was shocking to me. They were ripped apart by fans, reporters and destroyed by the radio stations.

The differences are obvious. The Dixie Chicks are guilty of saying what they did, they own it and in no way shape or form will deny what happened. Michael Jackson, however denies what has happened, if it happened. If it didn't, doesn't it make you think that the accusation alone would spark outrage? Outrage enough to overwhelm the response to the Dixie Chicks, legally guarded outburst.

In our society today we see proof that money is the ultimate power. It has been for many generations, and will continue. But the nail in the coffin of equality and honesty has been driven deeper today.

Question. Does one charge of child molestation=opportunistic, lawsuit happy, opportunist?
What does two charges equal? I work in a grocery store. My company might get sued once a week for accidents that didn't happen. The reason? We can't afford to lose. We have to settle. Michael Jackson, can afford to pay off any civil suit. Why then would you not settle?

Completely leaving that subject....

Mr. and Mrs. Smith did awesome business....

Coldplay's new record is growing on me, still not as good as A Rush of Blood to the Head, the best of 2000's so far. But listen to Square One and Fix You.... the true hits of the record.

I'm gonna give you My Morning Jacket fans some dap now... jam the acoustic EP they just dropped...Acoustic Citsuoca. Very, very good. Worst part about my upcoming Wilco show is the Roots open, rather than MMJ. I like the Roots, but if the sound is anything like Wu Tang Clan I am gonna be dissapointed.

Wu Tang Financials, you gotta diversify your bonds nigga, protect ya' neck.....Ol' Dirty sends his regards: "digggggga diigggggaaaa digggggaaaaaaaa digaggagga

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Note to Self, Buy Sunscreen

I have made a decision. I figured about a month ago that I am 18 months from shaving my head due to my male pattern baldness. Granted I am not currently folically panicked. I am however challenged. My hair has receeded dramatically in the last ten years since high school. I also promised myself I would never sport one of those cuts that leave the top of the head bald and the rest hairy. No side hair only. I promised myself I would shave my head. The time has come to buy a Wahl and start cutting.

I figure I have a year left maybe two like I hypothesized, but I am tired of looking at it and trying to make it messy, to look cool and hairy. I have been looking at guys with bald heads and studying what they do. My models are Kelly Slater, Jason Statham, Dave Matthews, and Robbie Williams. I don't know if I will go that short, but I'm tempted.

I have however decided to make a photodocumentary of my haircut. This is my transition from hair to no hair. This is decision that I will look back on and say was the day I lost my hair. Sure I've had buzz cuts before, but come Tuesday it will be my new look. I figure being pro-active towards my hairline will show itself as a good decision, if not, well it will grow back, in most places.

Also for those into Wilco, http://www.rollingstone.com/artist/_/id/40249?pageid=rs.ArtistSearch&pageregion=mainRegion visit the videos from KCRW.

Those into Ben Harper do the same at rollingstone.com and watch the video for With My Two Hands.

You Da Man

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Maj. Tom

I watched the Italian Job with Marky Mark, Charlize Theron and Ed Norton yesterday. Of course there were good parts, but this movie was clearly overrated. Mos Def and Jason Statham stole the show, what was left of it, after some horrible storytelling and really bad continuity. I saw the same shot in the boat chase twice, twice. Like they did a shot of a guy making a turn, and did it again a few seconds later, then did it again with a different shot in the same sequence.

All in all though, it was exactly what I wanted, a good car chase and crazy heists.

So the Killers and Louis XIV are about ready to spew their venom on the local teens. The blogerazzi, especially the NY'ers have been posting lots of pics from the NYC shows, and well lots of young people of all shapes and shades hugging on Brandon Flowers. This is as much the reason I don't care for them and won't go see their show. They are way too big amonst people I don't like, and I'm not fascinated by anything they do. I liked them thirty years ago when they were called David Bowie.

I haven't watched television, like regular tv in almost two weeks. I have watched some sports and some re-runs, but the last thing I remember watching in a time slot was the Simpsons season finale, and the American Idol finale. It's the curse of all of these channels and nothing on.

I'm still thinking of Bowie so listen to these and think of the Killers.

Suffragette City
Diamond Dogs
Oh! The Pretty Things

Monday, June 06, 2005

I should publish this daily....

My Top Five:

1. Mary Louise Parker
2. Natalie Portman
3. Courtney Hanson
4. Mandy Moore
5. Allison Moorer

Former Number 1's include
Jennifer Garner
Faith Hill
Julie Bowen
Jessica Alba
Sue Bird

Sunday, June 05, 2005

One for Me One for You

YO,

What's is goin' on brothers and sisters?

I got some Coldplay jammin' in preperation for Coldplay week 1. With Coldplay week 2 to happen in Sept. New album in okay, it isn't the immediate jolt of greatness A Rush of Blood to the Head was. Its decent though. You can hear it on MTV.com's The Leak. Coldplay is by far my second favorite band, because they do things the right way. Anthemic, arena rock for the twenty something.

Speaking of Coldplay week, I got another Wilco week coming up in late June, I'll be in DC the 24th to the 27th. I'm gonna be hanging out with the star instrumentalist from Franko Jazz for sure.

Watched Shallow Grave yesterday. That is one edge of your seat freakin' movie. I don't usually like horror movies, but this was a Twilight Zone/Hitchcockian style thriller with a great story, and one of my new all time favorite things in film. The story goes like this, roomates (2 guys and a girl, no pizza place) need a new roomie, so they get one who subsequently dies of an overdose, and leaves a trunk full of money. Pop quiz hotshot! What do you do? Well they cut that bastard up and bury him. From here their paranoia, and mutual distrust send the film into a powerful ride.

My favorite part of the movie involves an important plot point so I won't elaborate. But it has to do with the bad guys and a roomate, and the end result. I was shocked to the edge of feakin loosing it.

Anyway, Shallow Grave, by Danny Boyle (Trainspotting, The Beach, 28 Days Later and soon Millions). Good for those who need to see Ewan McGregor outside of Tatooine.

I have been listening to tons of Jack Johnson lately, and wanted to know what he was down with, and who his peers were so, besides G. Love check this out.

Katie Earl--Silence
Citizen Cope--Bullet and a Target
Donovan Frankenreiter--Free

Thursday, June 02, 2005

You Might as Well Jump

I've got 45 minutes to kill and I figure telling a childhood story will eat that up no problem.


In my neighborhood bikes were the mode of transport even during a time of skateboards. We rode dirt bikes, BMX style, all over our neighorhood and into several others. Skateboards were more urban, bikes more rural for a simple explaination.

Besides the obvious our bikes were our pride and joy, they were tools for tricks, and jumps. Where I lived was surrounded by woods, until one day when progress came to town. New homes needed to be erected and my dear escape "the woods" were set to be leveled. What I didn't realize was that by leveling my refuge, it opened the door to some excellent dirt and a world of other kids found there way to my house. We would do tricks in the newly laid dirt, race in the clay and generally act like real BMXers.

But the ultimate rush came when we had new piles of clay or dirt dumped on a site. Construction companies would dump a pile on Friday and it would sit till like Monday. This was pure entertainment. We were at an age where we knew what we could do, and weren't afraid to take it to its extreme. Some of these piles were as tall as four feet, others must have hit fifteen. Sounds crazy? Ask me about it, I'll supply witnesses. I don't know who the first was, probably a high schooler, but someone started jumping these mounds of pleasure. One after another we started lineing up. And one after another we bounded into a new stratosphere. It was the most simple and dangerous fun I'd ever had. I was ten or twelve, I was hanging with the big kids, and the young kids held us in the highest esteem.

From sun up to sun down we raced these hills, finding the next one and conquering it. We would jump and ride for hours, developing new tricks and making new friends. But we also protected our turf. We became territorial. It sucks bad enough you gotta wait for ten other guys to go the last thing you need is to double the population. So as necessary the older kids ran off the outsiders.

One day that duty fell to me and a peer named Darryl. Darryl and I are no longer friends, not that we don't get along, I just lost touch well into high school. Anyway Darryl was a tough kid from a rough family. He was brash and full on crazy...for a ten year old. Darryl and I were winding the day down when this loser from school named John rolls up. John is what I would call a tool now, but back then thought of as a butthole. He is an exact life size replica of Nelson Muntz. John was threatened and told if he didn't leave he would get his clunky ass stomped.

Well John left middle finger in the air, and cursing something fierce about our mothers. Darryl spontaneously grabs a stone and hurls it at John hitting him in the back or leg or something. John ducks down behind some trees and hurls some more F U's and so on. We both pick up some rocks easily the size of golf balls, and up to the size of tennis balls and launch on him. After about four throws, we hear a blood curdling scream and see John raise up with a busted forhead. A dead hit, right in the face. I had never laughed and been so scared in all my life. John burst into tears and sprinted away. He had been pelted with rocks for a minute, until the money shot was landed.

Neither Darryl or I knew who hit him, but we both could agree we were throwing hard and from pretty good distances. John never returned, and as karma would have it Darryl had a pretty bad accident trashing his bike on one of the jumps. I won't say I'm sorry for what happened though I do feel bad. I was a dumb kid and if nothing else I learned that sticks and stones will break bones, but words will never harm me.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Clinky Clinky Drinky Drinky

I watched Sideways last night and really didn't know what I thought of it until this morning. I liked it and didn't like but one of the main characters. I despised Jack, played by Thomas Church, in a good performance, but one of complete philandery. I was pissed off at Miles for stealing from his mother, so much so that the entire movie I waited for him to redeem himself by paying her back, and he never did. Thankfully he didn't. He is an alcoholic, he is depressed enough and lowly enough that he will steal to get the fix.

Who I did like was Maya, a divorced waitress/student and wine lover. She was a magnificent person that Miles has loved secretly for years. Now he is finding his chance while his over the top buddy is scoring with her friend. Granted this is Jack's bachelor party and he chooses to use this week as a tail hunt. Miles uses it as an excuse to drink.

What makes this work is the realness in the relationships and characters. They aren't lovable in that George Clooney way. Clooney can rob banks, and casinos and all you want to do is be there with him. Miles and Zack, only cheat and steal, and you feel sorry for one and laugh at the other.

I gotta say though, Giamatti really almost won me back after stealing nearly $1000. And I think we can thank him and Alexander Payne, who made us like Tracy Flick even though she was as detestable a person as Miles. Sideways accomplishes a few things many films cannot. It makes you care for bad people, it tells a great story over a couple of days that gives you insight into the past and future, and it makes a character out of an object. Wine, especially, pinot got fifth billing for this picture. Never has wine been so eloquently described (even when it isn't necessarily about wine).

William Goldman was shockingly ahead of his time, writing a movie very nearly like this one, only failing like he had never failed before. IMDb this:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105871/

Like I said he was ahead of his time. Still reading some of his books will show you that he is still hurt by this failure. He loved this story and for it not to work, probably slowed his career and ultimately has killed it, although I figure he's ghost written a few things.

Songs for the Readers
Clint Eastwood - Gorillas
Crazy on You - Heart
Army of Me - Bjork
Panama - Pat Boone --- I don't support murder except in certain situations.