June 26, 2007

First nightmare

Thanks to THE CRUSHER for forwarding this atrocity to me. He received it from the author Carter Burnette himself during an hilarious online chat which included these gems:

“I'm not the guy to ask....really....I am sooo NON mainstream anything right now”

“I’m also a creative type which fucks with a lot of folks”

“AND, I come from one of the older Philadelphia African American families that have lived Upper middle class for over 3 centruries.... (sic)”

“These girls are just not ready for me”

“that coupled with my 137 IQ....trust me....they are NOT ready for me.”

“Your (sic) fast enough You get the drift”

“and the ones that want me...only want me for my 9" dick....which I tell them is my smallest sex organ, but they don’t get it”

“When I grew up, it was all about breeding....”

“and the thing that bothers me is that there are things I can't EVEN think about that they can get away with.”

“so I guess I'm jaded.”

I’m listening to “Another Galaxy” from Surprise by Paul Simon.

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June 25, 2007

And they taste like ass!

This is right up there with “What can brown do for you.”

I’m listening to “Fuck The Facts” from Naked City by John Zorn/Naked City.

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Never Mind the Nikes

This display in Ubiq’s window made me sad. At this point I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was.

I’m listening to “Bonus” from Take Them On, On Your Own by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

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June 24, 2007

SHHHH!!!

Jillian Ashley Blair Ivey of Phillyist thinks it’s OK to talk during a movie. Read why here:

People talk in movies. It's annoying, sure, but it's a fact. And, unless people are having extended conversations at louder-than-a-whisper volumes, it's actually not rude. There's an expectation, in today's attention-deprived world, that nobody can sit still for that long and be perfectly silent.

Oh, really? Her commenters think she’s dead wrong and so do I. Not only is it rude, it’s selfish. Tell her what you think.

I’m listening to “Contract With Depravity” by Kenyon Hopkins from Music in the First Degree.

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June 16, 2007

Million-Dollar Hands

I shot a Hot Desert Knights video in New Orleans about two and a half years ago. I wrote about it here and here. It’s finally been released as “Pig Holes #1: Incredible Fuk’n Holes.” (Hey, don’t blame me!) At best I have mixed feelings about it but I am kinda proud. I remember thinking I looked really fat in the stills I saw and I’ve never seen any of the actual footage or the final movie. Anyway, of the nine shots they use in the promo, three of them feature My Million-Dollar Hands doing what they do best. That’s the side of my head in the second shot. I know, big fucking deal.

Now where did I put that Lloyd’s of London insurance policy??

I’m listening to “Orangutango” from Dr. Heckle and Mr. Jive by Pigbag.

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June 10, 2007

It is finished.

And brilliantly, too. For me it was the only ending possible.

The entire episode, the first since the pilot written and directed by series creator David Chase, was visually and aurally complex, setting us up perfectly for the suspense and perversity of the final scene. (As if we hadn’t had enough perversity with the babies in the SUV!) Every single member of this family has consciously chosen a life in which they are complicit in evil and consequently everything is a threat. The Sopranos sit eating onion rings and the audience has it's collective heart in its collective throat waiting for something, anything to happen. What’s left for this family but blackness?

This amazing tease was so beautifully directed I hardly know where to begin. Everything: parking the car, looking at the menu, picking a song on the jukebox, a man walking to the bathroom, everything seemed overloaded with meaning. It was just an average night in an average diner given a nearly explosive intensity by David Chase’s shot choices and the absolutely perfect editing and sound. Like a DePalma film, the direction constantly called attention to itself and still worked emotionally, almost viscerally on the viewer. I clenched my fists, thinking something awful was going to happen at any second. It was almost unbearable.

The final cut to black was just right. That thousands of people, including myself, thought their cable went out was, I think, a wonderful bonus. Fucking hilarious. I loved it.

I’m listening to “Swan Lake” from Metal Box by Public Image, Ltd.

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SEPTA

I’m listening to “Stop, Muerte” by Illya Kuryaki & The Valderramas from the Amores perros Soundtrack.

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Music lovers

Spotted at Art for the Cash Poor 8.

I’m listening to “Peter Gunn Mambo” by Jack Constanzo & His Orchestra from an unofficial “Peter Gunn Theme” compilation.

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June 9, 2007

Art lover

Spotted at Art for the Cash Poor 8.

I’m listening to “Not Ready To Love” from Release The Stars by Rufus Wainwright.

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