Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Early Saturday Morning Videofest Safari Adventure
Bear with me...
No, the answer is... Lemmy. Haven't you seen Airheads?
Monday, September 01, 2008
Note to self:
And other readers who might feel the need to give me an encouraging push if I end up pushing this romantic travel fantasy on the backburner... but I have decided on a very long, yet PERFECT road trip that should be the next epic adventure on asphalt I take.
FIRST STOP/ATTRACTION: Cleveland and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which I should have already been to at least five times since it opened when I was like - a junior in high school
SCENIC DRIVE: Figuring out the best route through the Appalachians and down to a town that for some reasons calls out to me year after year -
MEMPHIS: Sun Records, Stax finally and the Gibson Factory for crying out loud. Back to the alley of the Rendezvous, even though I am not a huge fan of dry Ribs. There is a possibility I will have more BBQ for brunch the next morning before I roll out of my subconscious Mecca and head to Tupelo, and onto New Orleans before heading up -
HIGHWAY 61: Supposedly Robert Johnson's famous "Crossroads" is somewhere off this storied stretch of road. From these photographic directions I'm thinking this might be a bit hard to find. Myth or NOT it would be a great theme for a trip - and I could stop by the bluesman's grave on my way through Mississippi.
And then of course, that LONG ASS DRIVE BACK HOME... Driving home from roadtrips is sometimes the most excruciating task imaginable!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday Video Adventure
I Can't Explain:
The La's - Timeless Melody
Man, I just LOVE The La's. Timeless Melody is my ultimate favorite song of theirs next to "Feeling." There was a very neat vhs transfer of them on YouTube of them doing "There She Goes" on Letterman for what was their US TV debut. Very cool.
Ok, I had to include Feeling too. ITS JUST SO GOOD!!!!!
And strangely it led me right to the obvious... Oasis.
Don't Look Back in Anger: Oh how I love this song. And I rock it BIG TIME on Rock Band... Isn't it hilarious how Liam is just sitting there looking coolly bored as hell?
Man - this video is stupid but I LOVE this song. Whatever you want to say, I prefer older Radiohead... But chickens? An IGUANA?
Anyone Can Play Guitar:
And - Ohmygodohmygod - Jarvis. Why skinny, pale Brits do this to me really can't be explained, but I want to run away with him. Even if it is just to pick out his ties or something. At Pitchfork, I was like 300 feet away from the stage and I was still in awe. Favorite line in this song:
And some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
Don't Let Him Waste Your Time: P.S. This video is BRILLIANT. Personally, though - I would shit my pants if I got in a cab and Jarvis was driving it. But I would definitely take the relationship advice.
And then I suppose we will go to that Great Moment at Pitchfork
Hope you enjoyed the installment. Til next time!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
In researching Welcome to the Cinema, this greeeeeeat band from South Dakota, I saw this little nugget of hilarity... And I am definitely tempted to purchase this affordable package deal. I mean, for real - it comes with chapstick!!
Click HERE to check out some of their tracks on the myspace...
Monday, July 21, 2008
I have always had a bit of an issue with how much is too much to say on this blog. I compare it to when I think I have spilled entirely too much of my guts to someone whose middle name I don't even know. But such is the nature of online diaries or blogs or whatever you want to call them.
But as does this girl above, I too wear my heart on my sleeve. Sometimes I feel like it makes it easier for me to empathize with others, sometimes I feel like it's my biggest curse, all this saying too much, all of this trying to connect with others in a disconnected world. Sometimes I think I expect too much out of people, and it becomes unfair to them.
I still have a lot of growing up to do, a lot of things to figure out. I've got a big bridge to cross, taking me over some canyon or ravine called "what will people think." I know... that fucking metaphor almost made me puke too.
But I think it all comes down to me not wanting to be nice and polite anymore. Something broke, and I don't even want to fix it. I just want to move forward from here.
I blame both megabus drivers that snapped at me to and from Chicago this weekend.