It's okay, it's okay
You don't have to run and hide away
It's okay, it's okay
I love you anyway
It's okay, it's okay
You don't need to run and hide away
It's okay, it's okay
This is my life, this is my chance
This is my hope in an alleyway
This is my choice, this is my voice
There may be no tomorrow, now
This is my plea, this is my need
This is my day to be free
This is my time, this is my way
In a world that's never safe
It's okay, it's okay
You gotta let me run away
It's okay, it's okay
Oh now let me run away
It's okay, it's okay
You're gonna run and hide away
It's okay, it's okay
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
I just wanted something good to come out of all this.
It's a good old fashioned hole diggin' and by gar it's been a while...
Did I say hole diggin? Oh, sorry I meant to say blog writing.
In the immortal words of Staind, it's been a while since I've pounded on these here key pads and I don't really have an explanation as to why so I'll just get on with it. I've broken a record for myself that I'm rather proud of, I've read two complete books in three weeks. Now I know that's probably nothing to sneeze at for some of the blue noses out there, but for me who desperately wants to be an avid reader but just seem to be alble to get off his big fat can and do it, I'd say it's a wingtip.
First I read Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis which is a retelling of the cupid and psyche myth which I remember reading in high school for a fairy tales class where a friend and I were scolded one day after class for constantly reading the Journey of Luke Skywalker, an analysis of all the imagery and symbols in the star wars trilogy and pointing out passages we thought were "awesome" I should point out we were both giddy with anticipation for attack of the clones that spring so excuse our childesness (sp?), the teacher sure didn't.
Anyway I enjoyed Faces quite a bit, it was a radical alteration of the original text in that Lewis really got into the minds and hearts of the characters and my favorite moments were the beautifully written and sometimes shattering insights the main character/narrator offered about herself. It was also one of those books that reads so cinematically off the page, I don't know if it would make a good movie, but it sure made for some great visual images in my head. It gets very religious-y at the end and almost to the point where you feel like lewis wants to underline the word over and over again. It wasn't self destructive or anything I just personally had a hard time following it because of my lack of familiarity with the subject, I felt like he was making all these really grand statements and while I could follow somewhat if he were to say act out this part of the book in a one man show format I would probably just be sitting there nodding saying ah-ha, ah-ha that's whatever you were talking about for ya. That aside it's a beautifully written book and if anyone's interested let me know, since I have my own copy and everything.
The second book i read was called Goat and it's a memoir by Brad Land, a newbie. I read that this is going to be David Gordon Green's next movie either before or after Secret Life of Bee's, I'm not sure which. Anyway the subject matter intrigued me, it's about Brad Lands early college expierences at a fraternity in Clemson. But the book begins with him getting carjacked and brutally assualted by two strangers after giving them a ride back from a party. It's quite stunning how Land weaves together one form of destructive violence (crime) and another that is a little more accepted (hazing). But the book is not just a tell all gossipy thing about fraternities and the horrible things that go on inside of them, that would be too easy. It's more about isolation and the feeling of never being able to connect with your environment no matter how often you move or how hard you try. One gets the feeling that the Land character would be alone and miserable no matter where he wound up, hopefully he's gotten better after this book. And since it's a memoir Land does some really interesting things with the first person narration, it reads just like a thought stretched out for two hundred pages, really remarkable stuff. It's almost like we get to enter his mind during and after all of the events described so as to give one the feeling of a happening memory, he describes it in present tense but offers the insight and recollections of time passed. Green's gonna kick this things ass.
That's pretty much it, now I have Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison which the back of the book describes as "Ellison's nightmare journey across the racial divide." Sounds like fun, hope it's good.
"And it's fine that it's been this way with girls for a while now, these random things, because I know I'm too much for anyone, that if I let myself, I'd love them all, I'd think they could fix me. But I know they can't, and it's enough, because every so often when a girl kisses me, touches my hand, my face, I remember that the world has light."
Did I say hole diggin? Oh, sorry I meant to say blog writing.
In the immortal words of Staind, it's been a while since I've pounded on these here key pads and I don't really have an explanation as to why so I'll just get on with it. I've broken a record for myself that I'm rather proud of, I've read two complete books in three weeks. Now I know that's probably nothing to sneeze at for some of the blue noses out there, but for me who desperately wants to be an avid reader but just seem to be alble to get off his big fat can and do it, I'd say it's a wingtip.
First I read Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis which is a retelling of the cupid and psyche myth which I remember reading in high school for a fairy tales class where a friend and I were scolded one day after class for constantly reading the Journey of Luke Skywalker, an analysis of all the imagery and symbols in the star wars trilogy and pointing out passages we thought were "awesome" I should point out we were both giddy with anticipation for attack of the clones that spring so excuse our childesness (sp?), the teacher sure didn't.
Anyway I enjoyed Faces quite a bit, it was a radical alteration of the original text in that Lewis really got into the minds and hearts of the characters and my favorite moments were the beautifully written and sometimes shattering insights the main character/narrator offered about herself. It was also one of those books that reads so cinematically off the page, I don't know if it would make a good movie, but it sure made for some great visual images in my head. It gets very religious-y at the end and almost to the point where you feel like lewis wants to underline the word over and over again. It wasn't self destructive or anything I just personally had a hard time following it because of my lack of familiarity with the subject, I felt like he was making all these really grand statements and while I could follow somewhat if he were to say act out this part of the book in a one man show format I would probably just be sitting there nodding saying ah-ha, ah-ha that's whatever you were talking about for ya. That aside it's a beautifully written book and if anyone's interested let me know, since I have my own copy and everything.
The second book i read was called Goat and it's a memoir by Brad Land, a newbie. I read that this is going to be David Gordon Green's next movie either before or after Secret Life of Bee's, I'm not sure which. Anyway the subject matter intrigued me, it's about Brad Lands early college expierences at a fraternity in Clemson. But the book begins with him getting carjacked and brutally assualted by two strangers after giving them a ride back from a party. It's quite stunning how Land weaves together one form of destructive violence (crime) and another that is a little more accepted (hazing). But the book is not just a tell all gossipy thing about fraternities and the horrible things that go on inside of them, that would be too easy. It's more about isolation and the feeling of never being able to connect with your environment no matter how often you move or how hard you try. One gets the feeling that the Land character would be alone and miserable no matter where he wound up, hopefully he's gotten better after this book. And since it's a memoir Land does some really interesting things with the first person narration, it reads just like a thought stretched out for two hundred pages, really remarkable stuff. It's almost like we get to enter his mind during and after all of the events described so as to give one the feeling of a happening memory, he describes it in present tense but offers the insight and recollections of time passed. Green's gonna kick this things ass.
That's pretty much it, now I have Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison which the back of the book describes as "Ellison's nightmare journey across the racial divide." Sounds like fun, hope it's good.
"And it's fine that it's been this way with girls for a while now, these random things, because I know I'm too much for anyone, that if I let myself, I'd love them all, I'd think they could fix me. But I know they can't, and it's enough, because every so often when a girl kisses me, touches my hand, my face, I remember that the world has light."
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
this doesn't just suck butthead...this really sucks.
Actually this news is quite the opposite...
Beavis And Butt-Head
Paramount Home Entertainment will release Beavis and Butt-Head: The Mike Judge Collection vol. 1 on November 8th. While details for this release have been harder to pry loose than you would care to imagine, we can tell you that the three-disc set will include fourteen episodes hand-picked by creator Mike Judge (a few presented in "director cuts"), eleven music videos with commentary featuring the slacker duo, a "Taint of Greatness: The Journey Of Beavis and Butt-Head" featurette and a collection of interviews and appearances with Beavis and Butt-Head. Retail will be $39.99. Look for two more volumes to be released next year.
Only one week after Revenge of the Sith...NICE!!!
Beavis And Butt-Head
Paramount Home Entertainment will release Beavis and Butt-Head: The Mike Judge Collection vol. 1 on November 8th. While details for this release have been harder to pry loose than you would care to imagine, we can tell you that the three-disc set will include fourteen episodes hand-picked by creator Mike Judge (a few presented in "director cuts"), eleven music videos with commentary featuring the slacker duo, a "Taint of Greatness: The Journey Of Beavis and Butt-Head" featurette and a collection of interviews and appearances with Beavis and Butt-Head. Retail will be $39.99. Look for two more volumes to be released next year.
Only one week after Revenge of the Sith...NICE!!!
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
i've got reservations about so many things, but not about you.
So the new Sigur Ros record has officially been bumped up to must come out right now status on my anticipation alert level. I heard the first single Saeglopur today and I think the country of Iceland should officialy change it's name to Rockland because of its mythic association to the Ros's. I don't know how they do it, and I probably don't want to know but these guys can make record fuzz sound like a beautiful, melodic instrumental interlude. Everything within a five block radius of this album should be blown out of the water upon it's release. They'll need to put it in a special section, quarantined from everything else so as to insure the other albums' safety, we don't want anybody getting hurt here. In the words of Doyle Gipson:
"I need this album.....FOR MY LIFE!!!"
Went back to the Windy Apple last night for a movie night screening of Thunderbolt and Lightfoot with Mr. David Gordon Green himself presiding. It was an awkward setting, bringing a dude in to talk about a movie that's not his. But a fun filled evening for all I'm sure, a good flick, an awesome director presenting it. What more could you want? It got me thinking about what I would choose if the IFC center asked me to present movie night. I'm sure it would be a hard choice, but since movie people invariably go back to the reliable standard of "movies they grew up on" I would have to say it would probably be a premium selection of the best action movies from the early to mid-90's. That's the shit I grew up on. You got your Passenger 57 and Demolition Man of course, but you'd have to throw in there Timecop, Sudden Death, Speed, True Lies, the Last Boy Scout, Die Hard (1,2,3), what else? oh yeah, The Crow, Judge Dredd, Darkman 2: The Return of Durant, and the list could go on forever I'm sure. I'd have to go with something like that, because I never got to see some of them on a big screen (mainly the Snipes movies believe it or not) and because what's more fun than hearing "So let me get this right? They defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass?!?! DAMN YOU'D BEEN HAD!!!" on THX surround sound, nothing that's what. So keep that in mind IFC if you ever ask me to host movie night, I'm gonna stuff the ballot with thrills, chills, and spills. Oh yeah I'd need Universal Soldier in there as well, damn I forgot about that one. Van Damme and Lundgren are the Astaire/Rogers of our generation. Toodles.
"It's a funny thing about people, how everyone has a song.
And he sings it every morning, but we don't hear it until it's gone."
"I need this album.....FOR MY LIFE!!!"
Went back to the Windy Apple last night for a movie night screening of Thunderbolt and Lightfoot with Mr. David Gordon Green himself presiding. It was an awkward setting, bringing a dude in to talk about a movie that's not his. But a fun filled evening for all I'm sure, a good flick, an awesome director presenting it. What more could you want? It got me thinking about what I would choose if the IFC center asked me to present movie night. I'm sure it would be a hard choice, but since movie people invariably go back to the reliable standard of "movies they grew up on" I would have to say it would probably be a premium selection of the best action movies from the early to mid-90's. That's the shit I grew up on. You got your Passenger 57 and Demolition Man of course, but you'd have to throw in there Timecop, Sudden Death, Speed, True Lies, the Last Boy Scout, Die Hard (1,2,3), what else? oh yeah, The Crow, Judge Dredd, Darkman 2: The Return of Durant, and the list could go on forever I'm sure. I'd have to go with something like that, because I never got to see some of them on a big screen (mainly the Snipes movies believe it or not) and because what's more fun than hearing "So let me get this right? They defrosted you just so you could lasso my piddly ass?!?! DAMN YOU'D BEEN HAD!!!" on THX surround sound, nothing that's what. So keep that in mind IFC if you ever ask me to host movie night, I'm gonna stuff the ballot with thrills, chills, and spills. Oh yeah I'd need Universal Soldier in there as well, damn I forgot about that one. Van Damme and Lundgren are the Astaire/Rogers of our generation. Toodles.
"It's a funny thing about people, how everyone has a song.
And he sings it every morning, but we don't hear it until it's gone."
Friday, August 12, 2005
sift through the static, for a simpler sound.
Around November of 2003, the new york times wrote a playlist article about musicians who were carrying on the tradition of Elliott Smith after his death. The article introduced me to kevin devine and his second LP Make the Clocks Move. I forget what the article said but I distinctly remember the image of the album cover, a messy drawing of a sad-sack red head who looked like he paid a friend to draw all of his shortcomings for him. In other words he wasn't winning no beauty contests or fending off movie starlets with a pointy stick.
Anyway, I got the album later that year and it was one of those musical awakening moments. I liken it to when my friend tim wendell played the pearl jam song rearview mirror for me back in second grade and all of a sudden my musical tastes were born. Obviously these moments never register like that when they actually happen, but thanks to the rose colored tint of nostalgia, they all look that way now. Regardless, make the clocks move was one of those albums that opens a new musical door for you. You feel like you've found your own personal soundtrack. The past couple of years has yielded a lot of those for me, for example Electro Shock Blues by eels, Our Endless Numbered Days by Iron and Wine, The Earth is Not A Cold Dead Place by Explosions in the Sky, 1972 by Josh Rouse, In A Safe Place by the Album Leaf, and just to make sure I keep talking about it in this blog Blinking Lights and Other Revelations by eels. I'm sure there are countless others but not too many so as to make the whole thing meaningless because it happens every couple of Tuesdays.
The point of all this is I've become an adamant follower of Kevin Devine, he is the equivalent of Conor to Nate. But that doesn't mean I'm about to say anything as stupid as Devine is the new dylan. I just mean in the sense that I feel he speaks for me but more than that he speaks for all the things that for one reason or another I am unable to articulate. He's like the Cameron Crowe of songwriting, his lyrics are so normal and everyday yet distinctly and brutally honest, insights that whiz by in your mind on a car ride home that you can't remember for one reason or another until you hear it in a song lyric. It's all the stuff I wish I could say or write but wind up slaving over and eventually crossing out because it's just not good enough. Mr. Devine does it without breaking a sweat (or if he does sweat, at least it yields results). So in short, I dig his music.
I read today on his website that he just signed to a major label, Capitol Records to be exact. Now I'm not very hip to the major label scene musically speaking, I just don't know enough about how the business works other than shit sells. And it seems to me that this should be a cause for panic, another one bites the dust kind of thing. After reading his post (you can too at www.kevindevine.net under the news section) however, I see that he is totally aware of the direction his new life may take. He's not naive enough to think he will completely change the way music is made with his indie mindset and attitude. He's not completely giving up either, he understands the drawbacks to this decision but he also understands the rewards. A lot of great bands are on major labels (Coldplay and Radiohead for example are Devine's newfound labelmates) and as long as he continues to progress as an artist in a way that is natural and organic, than more power to him. He deserves more fans and he deserves to have his album showcased in stores or at least the little white card divider that lets you know they at one point carried his music. So I say congratulations, it's a hell of a toboggon ride. And I can't wait to see where he goes next.
The bricks get laid,
and they get torn up,
and laid again,
but the bricks always get torn up again.
Your friends won't wait,
so don't believe that shit,
when they say they'll wait.
Trust me; your friends will not wait for you.
Then, you'll be stoned in some park,
just nodding your head and pinching your arms,
when a girl walks along.
She's humming your song,
with your t-shirt on.
That's when you're done.
There's a cotton crush
down in the southern states.
But back up here, man, we've got
so much thread and space
to waste, waste, waste.
There's a microphone
picking every word up
and it shuts itself off
when it's sure that's its heard enough.
The quiet can scrape
all the calm from your bones,
but maybe it should.
Maybe we need to be hollowed
to get up and grow,
and stop fucking around;
to kick off our braces and start straightening out.
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound
than the shit that's clouding our heads now.
Anyway, I got the album later that year and it was one of those musical awakening moments. I liken it to when my friend tim wendell played the pearl jam song rearview mirror for me back in second grade and all of a sudden my musical tastes were born. Obviously these moments never register like that when they actually happen, but thanks to the rose colored tint of nostalgia, they all look that way now. Regardless, make the clocks move was one of those albums that opens a new musical door for you. You feel like you've found your own personal soundtrack. The past couple of years has yielded a lot of those for me, for example Electro Shock Blues by eels, Our Endless Numbered Days by Iron and Wine, The Earth is Not A Cold Dead Place by Explosions in the Sky, 1972 by Josh Rouse, In A Safe Place by the Album Leaf, and just to make sure I keep talking about it in this blog Blinking Lights and Other Revelations by eels. I'm sure there are countless others but not too many so as to make the whole thing meaningless because it happens every couple of Tuesdays.
The point of all this is I've become an adamant follower of Kevin Devine, he is the equivalent of Conor to Nate. But that doesn't mean I'm about to say anything as stupid as Devine is the new dylan. I just mean in the sense that I feel he speaks for me but more than that he speaks for all the things that for one reason or another I am unable to articulate. He's like the Cameron Crowe of songwriting, his lyrics are so normal and everyday yet distinctly and brutally honest, insights that whiz by in your mind on a car ride home that you can't remember for one reason or another until you hear it in a song lyric. It's all the stuff I wish I could say or write but wind up slaving over and eventually crossing out because it's just not good enough. Mr. Devine does it without breaking a sweat (or if he does sweat, at least it yields results). So in short, I dig his music.
I read today on his website that he just signed to a major label, Capitol Records to be exact. Now I'm not very hip to the major label scene musically speaking, I just don't know enough about how the business works other than shit sells. And it seems to me that this should be a cause for panic, another one bites the dust kind of thing. After reading his post (you can too at www.kevindevine.net under the news section) however, I see that he is totally aware of the direction his new life may take. He's not naive enough to think he will completely change the way music is made with his indie mindset and attitude. He's not completely giving up either, he understands the drawbacks to this decision but he also understands the rewards. A lot of great bands are on major labels (Coldplay and Radiohead for example are Devine's newfound labelmates) and as long as he continues to progress as an artist in a way that is natural and organic, than more power to him. He deserves more fans and he deserves to have his album showcased in stores or at least the little white card divider that lets you know they at one point carried his music. So I say congratulations, it's a hell of a toboggon ride. And I can't wait to see where he goes next.
The bricks get laid,
and they get torn up,
and laid again,
but the bricks always get torn up again.
Your friends won't wait,
so don't believe that shit,
when they say they'll wait.
Trust me; your friends will not wait for you.
Then, you'll be stoned in some park,
just nodding your head and pinching your arms,
when a girl walks along.
She's humming your song,
with your t-shirt on.
That's when you're done.
There's a cotton crush
down in the southern states.
But back up here, man, we've got
so much thread and space
to waste, waste, waste.
There's a microphone
picking every word up
and it shuts itself off
when it's sure that's its heard enough.
The quiet can scrape
all the calm from your bones,
but maybe it should.
Maybe we need to be hollowed
to get up and grow,
and stop fucking around;
to kick off our braces and start straightening out.
Let's sift through the static
to find a simpler sound
than the shit that's clouding our heads now.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
welcome to the suck.
I think I may have found my most anticipated movie of the fall.
Well, at least one of them.
http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/jarhead.html
Check that site out, watch the trailer.
I forget how to do the fancy quick link shit so just copy and paste.
And for the record, Road to Perdition is vastly superior to American Beauty and I wish they'd put that shit in that ads as a demonstration of Sam Mendes' awesome talent.
But Jarhead looks killer.
Well, at least one of them.
http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/jarhead.html
Check that site out, watch the trailer.
I forget how to do the fancy quick link shit so just copy and paste.
And for the record, Road to Perdition is vastly superior to American Beauty and I wish they'd put that shit in that ads as a demonstration of Sam Mendes' awesome talent.
But Jarhead looks killer.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
anybody who laughs is a communist.
These past couple posts have been all about sad music and the sad state of things.
I think it's time for an upper.
Here are some quotes that made me break out the crayolas and color myself tickled pink.
I hope they do the same for you.
Don't "easy Ruiz" me, you turned an Easter egg hunt into a butt-fuck-a-thon.
Did you just let SCREECH in the fucking club?
And I hope you know frogs aren't purple, you ever seen a purple frog?
[Chole nods]
Oh yeah? When? When you where asleep?
He spoke to me. You want me to dis him?
'Dis?' 'Dis?' You're in no position to 'dis', or 'give props', or whatever your MTV
Real World sense of fucking decorum tells you to do. You're nothing. You're wallpaper.
You're not here to make fucking friends. Asking a motherfucker where
he lives. And who the fuck told you 'Red Dragon'?.
I know what 'strapped' means, motherfucker. What the fuck you think this shit is? '21 Jump Street?'
And some more...
Judge: Also, in a rare double-whammy decision the court finds polygamy constitutional.
Old Man Waterfall: I can't wait to tell my husband!
Fry: Hey, wait! I'm having one of those things. You know, a headache with pictures.
Leela: An idea?
Fry: Mm, hmmm, hmmm.
Old Man Waterfall: Do your worst, you sea devils. I'll make my stand with Old Freebie. You can crush me but you can't crush my spirit!
Palace of oppression: *crush*
Old Man Waterfall: Argh, my spirit!
Well, that was fun. And here's the grand finale, tally-ho.
"Here's scenario B for you Bob, see how you feel about this one. Now I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I think I'm starting to get under Ruiz's skin as well, OK? It all started with the whole Red Dragon, or the Welsh guy, whatever, they can play it down all they want but you know 200 grand's a lot of fucking money! It's a fucking lot of money! OK? 200 grand is definitely a lot of fucking money! And now I've got Ruiz calling me fucking Fruit-Pie the fucking magician! Tellin' me that I can't fucking call my main man Max, who fucking sent me out on the fucking operation? And what about the Welsh guy? He's fucking scat all over, they fucking disappear and talk! And you haven't noticed this either but when he's not fucking looking at me or you're fucking doing whatever, I've got fucking Jimmy in the mirror with his shit too. It's fucking coming at me from here, I don't know where it is! It might be coming this way, it might be coming that way, but the fucking shit's coming and I'm not gonna be late for the fucking dance man, I'm not gonna be fucking late for the dance on this one."
I think it's time for an upper.
Here are some quotes that made me break out the crayolas and color myself tickled pink.
I hope they do the same for you.
Don't "easy Ruiz" me, you turned an Easter egg hunt into a butt-fuck-a-thon.
Did you just let SCREECH in the fucking club?
And I hope you know frogs aren't purple, you ever seen a purple frog?
[Chole nods]
Oh yeah? When? When you where asleep?
He spoke to me. You want me to dis him?
'Dis?' 'Dis?' You're in no position to 'dis', or 'give props', or whatever your MTV
Real World sense of fucking decorum tells you to do. You're nothing. You're wallpaper.
You're not here to make fucking friends. Asking a motherfucker where
he lives. And who the fuck told you 'Red Dragon'?.
I know what 'strapped' means, motherfucker. What the fuck you think this shit is? '21 Jump Street?'
And some more...
Judge: Also, in a rare double-whammy decision the court finds polygamy constitutional.
Old Man Waterfall: I can't wait to tell my husband!
Fry: Hey, wait! I'm having one of those things. You know, a headache with pictures.
Leela: An idea?
Fry: Mm, hmmm, hmmm.
Old Man Waterfall: Do your worst, you sea devils. I'll make my stand with Old Freebie. You can crush me but you can't crush my spirit!
Palace of oppression: *crush*
Old Man Waterfall: Argh, my spirit!
Well, that was fun. And here's the grand finale, tally-ho.
"Here's scenario B for you Bob, see how you feel about this one. Now I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I think I'm starting to get under Ruiz's skin as well, OK? It all started with the whole Red Dragon, or the Welsh guy, whatever, they can play it down all they want but you know 200 grand's a lot of fucking money! It's a fucking lot of money! OK? 200 grand is definitely a lot of fucking money! And now I've got Ruiz calling me fucking Fruit-Pie the fucking magician! Tellin' me that I can't fucking call my main man Max, who fucking sent me out on the fucking operation? And what about the Welsh guy? He's fucking scat all over, they fucking disappear and talk! And you haven't noticed this either but when he's not fucking looking at me or you're fucking doing whatever, I've got fucking Jimmy in the mirror with his shit too. It's fucking coming at me from here, I don't know where it is! It might be coming this way, it might be coming that way, but the fucking shit's coming and I'm not gonna be late for the fucking dance man, I'm not gonna be fucking late for the dance on this one."
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
I'm looking for a dare to be great situation.
It's been raining like this for three days...
Well, it hasn't been literally raining for three days but ever since I got home it's been gray round these parts. Raining off and on, the papes said it should be like this for the rest of the week. Hope it clears up soon, it's a shame to miss Avondale in the summer....
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about Nate's most recent post and it's kinda been bumming me out. Just because when I think of sad music I don't think of music that I listen to because I want to feel bad about myself or the world. If I wanted that I would just listen to songs about small animals being tortured, or children being kidnapped and murdered. I'm not making light of these things I'm just saying that is stuff I constitute as "sad." Whereas the music I like doesn't really feed into those kinds of emotions, it's more about letting someone in and feeding off of a human connection. It's like the paragraph I had up here a little while ago that some guy wrote about elliott smith and how his greatest talent was his ability to make his words universal, and how he was able to elicit the most sincere sympathy from total strangers because of the connection he forged. That's the reward i take away from sad music, it's the knowledge that you are now connected with someone and in a really small way you can understand a very small part about them. How can any music that encourages compassion and human connection be called suicide music. That just feels like a narrow minded label, I just wish people wouldn't cast judgement so easily. Me, I would never do that, except for those jam bands...oh man how they and all their fans piss me off. Damn hippies.
Yesterday I watched Ghost World, perhaps the only movie ever that makes me wish it was a physical being just so I could give it a hug, pat it on the back, and tell it that everything is going to be okay. What a lonely movie, everybody in it is surrounded by what their lack of connection with humanity. They're forced to wander an earth surrounded by strip-malls, 50's nostalgia cafe's, and their own minor existances. The movie is extremely funny though, don't get me wrong, how could you not love a movie with a line like this...
"Well, I have to admit that things are really starting to look up for me since my life turned to shit."
There may be plenty of reasons, come to think of it. But me, I love any kind of character who is completely willing to admit at the drop of a hat how miserable he/she is and make me laugh because of it.
Okay, I think that's all for now, I'll keep you all updated on my daily activities. Believe me, if they are as breathtaking for me on this end, then it's gotta be like exponentially more exciting for you dear readers. Hope you all have a lovely day.
I've been trying to fit this quote in for a while, I'm not sure if it works now but this entry has been quite scatter brained so why stop now? It's from a Red House Painters song called Cruiser.
"So drive down Beverly Drive
Where my room's lit up all night
I've been so lonely in this bed
It's good to sleep with you instead
It's good to talk all night instead"
Well, it hasn't been literally raining for three days but ever since I got home it's been gray round these parts. Raining off and on, the papes said it should be like this for the rest of the week. Hope it clears up soon, it's a shame to miss Avondale in the summer....
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about Nate's most recent post and it's kinda been bumming me out. Just because when I think of sad music I don't think of music that I listen to because I want to feel bad about myself or the world. If I wanted that I would just listen to songs about small animals being tortured, or children being kidnapped and murdered. I'm not making light of these things I'm just saying that is stuff I constitute as "sad." Whereas the music I like doesn't really feed into those kinds of emotions, it's more about letting someone in and feeding off of a human connection. It's like the paragraph I had up here a little while ago that some guy wrote about elliott smith and how his greatest talent was his ability to make his words universal, and how he was able to elicit the most sincere sympathy from total strangers because of the connection he forged. That's the reward i take away from sad music, it's the knowledge that you are now connected with someone and in a really small way you can understand a very small part about them. How can any music that encourages compassion and human connection be called suicide music. That just feels like a narrow minded label, I just wish people wouldn't cast judgement so easily. Me, I would never do that, except for those jam bands...oh man how they and all their fans piss me off. Damn hippies.
Yesterday I watched Ghost World, perhaps the only movie ever that makes me wish it was a physical being just so I could give it a hug, pat it on the back, and tell it that everything is going to be okay. What a lonely movie, everybody in it is surrounded by what their lack of connection with humanity. They're forced to wander an earth surrounded by strip-malls, 50's nostalgia cafe's, and their own minor existances. The movie is extremely funny though, don't get me wrong, how could you not love a movie with a line like this...
"Well, I have to admit that things are really starting to look up for me since my life turned to shit."
There may be plenty of reasons, come to think of it. But me, I love any kind of character who is completely willing to admit at the drop of a hat how miserable he/she is and make me laugh because of it.
Okay, I think that's all for now, I'll keep you all updated on my daily activities. Believe me, if they are as breathtaking for me on this end, then it's gotta be like exponentially more exciting for you dear readers. Hope you all have a lovely day.
I've been trying to fit this quote in for a while, I'm not sure if it works now but this entry has been quite scatter brained so why stop now? It's from a Red House Painters song called Cruiser.
"So drive down Beverly Drive
Where my room's lit up all night
I've been so lonely in this bed
It's good to sleep with you instead
It's good to talk all night instead"
Say goodbye to frankie, dad.
"It was as hard for Frankie to smile when the tumor was malignant...
...as it was for my dad to cry after. But they both managed it.
I'm going to switch this off now. It's not the way I want to see Frankie anymore.
Do you still have a picture of me in your head? Well, that's the picture I want to have of Frankie.
The one that you can keep in your head forever. So when you go back to reality...
I'll ask Frankie...to please, please - let me go."
I'll do a proper post after I get cleaned up. Cheerio.
...as it was for my dad to cry after. But they both managed it.
I'm going to switch this off now. It's not the way I want to see Frankie anymore.
Do you still have a picture of me in your head? Well, that's the picture I want to have of Frankie.
The one that you can keep in your head forever. So when you go back to reality...
I'll ask Frankie...to please, please - let me go."
I'll do a proper post after I get cleaned up. Cheerio.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Sticking together is what good waffles do.
A nice slow sunday back in ye olde avondale. It's good to be home, I like this little set up I had this summer, because may was like star wars/relaxing month and then a little bit of june and all of july was new york internship and now august is another relaxation month. Hopefully now I can do all the stuff I wanted to do this summer, it's good to cram it all in sometimes. Right?
RIGHT?!?!?!?
Anyway, I watched three movies today. All the Real Girls this morning, Black and White in the late afternoon and then Waking Life at night. Black and White is weird, it came out about five years ago and when I saw it I thought it was really provocative and insightful and it still is to a certain extent. There's a collection of interesting scenes (all of mike tyson and robert downey jr's stuff) but over all it's way too heavy handed and obvious with what it is trying to "say" about race relations in america. It's not a bad movie but one than can get very annoying at times, on the flipside it's not nearly as bad as crash.
But what I wanted to write about was how depressed I became during All the Real Girls and Waking Life. Now, I'm sure this is going to sound extrememly pompous and self-congratulatory but please bear with me for just a few minutes. This weekend The Dukes of Hazzard made something like 30 million dollars, which means a shit load of people went to see it. And that makes sense, it's pg-13, it's got cars, and it's got a deranged/moronic life size looking barbie struttin' around in her ass pants.
I know, I sound like a crotchety old man, but come on 30 million dollars.
The point of all this was I'm watching All the Real Girls and trying to figure out A) Why this movie is rated R cutting off a huge section of a potential target audience whereas Dukes skates by with a pg-13 and B) Why can't movies like this make 30 million dollars opening weekend. I know it's an age old question everybody asks about a lot of movies and I'm not asking it just because I think all the real girls is better ( i know it is) and not because it's more artsy or more poetic. All the Real Girls is in love with life and the possibilites of life. It makes you want to sit down by a river and watch the day drift away, it makes you want to remember experiences, places you've been in your life, people you miss who are long gone. In short the things that make life great (at least I think they do) And this movie celebrates those things to their very core in the least pretentious way possible because let's face it, if I can enjoy it then anyone can (I speak from experience I needed the ending of the sixth sense and the usual suspects explained to me in fine detail). It's just so depressing that this movie will slip by a lot of people's radars and cynical garbage like Dukes will rise to the top. A movie that exploits its audience rather than enjoy it's company.
I'm sorry to rant like this, I don't think just because I love all the real girls that everybody else should, nor do I think everybody should run out and see it right now. Because honestly, it's probably not for everybody (just like any other movie I suppose) I just wish there was a way for more movies like it and Waking Life to be made for younger audiences and that they didn't rely on cheap fads, lame jokes, and frat boy shit. Or if we could somehow have a balance. That's all.
I hope Nate made it through his work weekend okay, just remember this, the words of Feng Shui...
Pretend you're standing over the ocean. You're a millionaire. Pretend you're running over the ocean. You're jumping across mountains. You're jumping across mountains. Everybody loves you.
RIGHT?!?!?!?
Anyway, I watched three movies today. All the Real Girls this morning, Black and White in the late afternoon and then Waking Life at night. Black and White is weird, it came out about five years ago and when I saw it I thought it was really provocative and insightful and it still is to a certain extent. There's a collection of interesting scenes (all of mike tyson and robert downey jr's stuff) but over all it's way too heavy handed and obvious with what it is trying to "say" about race relations in america. It's not a bad movie but one than can get very annoying at times, on the flipside it's not nearly as bad as crash.
But what I wanted to write about was how depressed I became during All the Real Girls and Waking Life. Now, I'm sure this is going to sound extrememly pompous and self-congratulatory but please bear with me for just a few minutes. This weekend The Dukes of Hazzard made something like 30 million dollars, which means a shit load of people went to see it. And that makes sense, it's pg-13, it's got cars, and it's got a deranged/moronic life size looking barbie struttin' around in her ass pants.
I know, I sound like a crotchety old man, but come on 30 million dollars.
The point of all this was I'm watching All the Real Girls and trying to figure out A) Why this movie is rated R cutting off a huge section of a potential target audience whereas Dukes skates by with a pg-13 and B) Why can't movies like this make 30 million dollars opening weekend. I know it's an age old question everybody asks about a lot of movies and I'm not asking it just because I think all the real girls is better ( i know it is) and not because it's more artsy or more poetic. All the Real Girls is in love with life and the possibilites of life. It makes you want to sit down by a river and watch the day drift away, it makes you want to remember experiences, places you've been in your life, people you miss who are long gone. In short the things that make life great (at least I think they do) And this movie celebrates those things to their very core in the least pretentious way possible because let's face it, if I can enjoy it then anyone can (I speak from experience I needed the ending of the sixth sense and the usual suspects explained to me in fine detail). It's just so depressing that this movie will slip by a lot of people's radars and cynical garbage like Dukes will rise to the top. A movie that exploits its audience rather than enjoy it's company.
I'm sorry to rant like this, I don't think just because I love all the real girls that everybody else should, nor do I think everybody should run out and see it right now. Because honestly, it's probably not for everybody (just like any other movie I suppose) I just wish there was a way for more movies like it and Waking Life to be made for younger audiences and that they didn't rely on cheap fads, lame jokes, and frat boy shit. Or if we could somehow have a balance. That's all.
I hope Nate made it through his work weekend okay, just remember this, the words of Feng Shui...
Pretend you're standing over the ocean. You're a millionaire. Pretend you're running over the ocean. You're jumping across mountains. You're jumping across mountains. Everybody loves you.
Friday, August 05, 2005
there's something about the buildings in chelsea...
Another song today, I was listening to it and it made me...
What's the word I'm searching for here?
Upside down frown, lips curled up and inward, kind of like the shape of a lemon.
Oh well, I give up.
Damn, I can't find those lyrics
Here's another song with the exact same title.
Don't it make you smile?
When the sun don't shine, (it don't shine at all.)
Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make me smile? Yeah.
When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all. Yeah.
Don't it make me smile?
I miss you already. I miss you always.
I miss you already, yeah. I miss you all day.
This is how I feel.
I miss you already, yeah. I miss you always.
Three crooked hearts. Swirls all around, yeah.
I miss you all day.
Don't it make you smile?
Three crooked hearts. Swirls all around.
Don't it make you smile?
What's the word I'm searching for here?
Upside down frown, lips curled up and inward, kind of like the shape of a lemon.
Oh well, I give up.
Damn, I can't find those lyrics
Here's another song with the exact same title.
Don't it make you smile?
When the sun don't shine, (it don't shine at all.)
Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make me smile? Yeah.
When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all. Yeah.
Don't it make me smile?
I miss you already. I miss you always.
I miss you already, yeah. I miss you all day.
This is how I feel.
I miss you already, yeah. I miss you always.
Three crooked hearts. Swirls all around, yeah.
I miss you all day.
Don't it make you smile?
Three crooked hearts. Swirls all around.
Don't it make you smile?
Thursday, August 04, 2005
What's Got the Whole World Faking?
Big News...
It's not official yet, nothing is absolute.
But it's looking pretty god damn likely.
Going to see Pearl Jam monday october 3rd at wachovia center.
I know, it sucks it's in philly but what am I complaining about? Haven't seen pearl jam in two years. It's about time they came back to give us all a massive ass whooping and show us how it's done like all the all knowing all seeing gods of rock that they are. Hopefully I'll get some good stories about the crowd, lots of weirdos as pearl jam shows.
Rock and or Roll. Later.
You'll be going out with radio, going out with disco, going out like bacchanal.
I'll be going out with telephone, going out alone, to the radar zone.
It's all just inadvertent imitation. And I don't mean mine.
It's all across this nation.
If it's just inadvertent simulation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
I'll be playing with my magazine, using up my Listerine, like Ovaltine.
And you'll be dipping in your battleship, for the latest tip, for the latest dream.
It's all just inadvertent imitation. And I don't mean mine.
It's all across this nation.
If it's just inadvertent simulation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
If it's just inadvertent imitation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
What's got the whole world faking...
What's got the whole world faking it? Yeah.
It's not official yet, nothing is absolute.
But it's looking pretty god damn likely.
Going to see Pearl Jam monday october 3rd at wachovia center.
I know, it sucks it's in philly but what am I complaining about? Haven't seen pearl jam in two years. It's about time they came back to give us all a massive ass whooping and show us how it's done like all the all knowing all seeing gods of rock that they are. Hopefully I'll get some good stories about the crowd, lots of weirdos as pearl jam shows.
Rock and or Roll. Later.
You'll be going out with radio, going out with disco, going out like bacchanal.
I'll be going out with telephone, going out alone, to the radar zone.
It's all just inadvertent imitation. And I don't mean mine.
It's all across this nation.
If it's just inadvertent simulation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
I'll be playing with my magazine, using up my Listerine, like Ovaltine.
And you'll be dipping in your battleship, for the latest tip, for the latest dream.
It's all just inadvertent imitation. And I don't mean mine.
It's all across this nation.
If it's just inadvertent simulation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
If it's just inadvertent imitation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
What's got the whole world faking...
What's got the whole world faking it? Yeah.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Oh no, not this shit again...
I hope I'm not boring anyone. But I was listening to this song today and I had to put it up on the blog, I hope I haven't used this one already.
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a morse code signal
Especially for me
Ain't no rainbow in the sky
In the middle of the night
But the signal's coming through
One day i will be alright again
Blinking lights on the highway cars
Stopping one by one
Get a look at the accident
Didn't see that one coming
And the doctor in the sky
Gonna bring his chopper down
Gonna bring me out alive
And set me on the ground
Once more again
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
This song, simple and understated is really hard to shake. Personally, I think Blinking Lights and Other Revelations by Eels is a modern rock masterpiece, one of those albums I hope to tell future generations where I was when I first listened to it, but that's a pretty corny dream, I go too far I guess. If anybody is interested in it, I'll gladly burn it for them, and don't listen to anything you hear about this album being too depressing or downbeat. I think this shit makes me happy to be alive.
E is the mad fat beat killer supreme with the coolest rhymes in the galaxy. Bless him.
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a morse code signal
Especially for me
Ain't no rainbow in the sky
In the middle of the night
But the signal's coming through
One day i will be alright again
Blinking lights on the highway cars
Stopping one by one
Get a look at the accident
Didn't see that one coming
And the doctor in the sky
Gonna bring his chopper down
Gonna bring me out alive
And set me on the ground
Once more again
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
This song, simple and understated is really hard to shake. Personally, I think Blinking Lights and Other Revelations by Eels is a modern rock masterpiece, one of those albums I hope to tell future generations where I was when I first listened to it, but that's a pretty corny dream, I go too far I guess. If anybody is interested in it, I'll gladly burn it for them, and don't listen to anything you hear about this album being too depressing or downbeat. I think this shit makes me happy to be alive.
E is the mad fat beat killer supreme with the coolest rhymes in the galaxy. Bless him.
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