he taught himself how to dance, and i think that's bad-ass.
That’s really all I have to say about Michael Jackson in light of his death…dude could really dance, and it’s very likely that he, in some way, influenced my brief foray into hip-hop choreographya few years back.
I was going to purchase a Disneyland Annual Passport today. I figured it would give me something different to do…but, when I got there, I realized I’d only be trying to grasp old memories, since I’d spent so many of my high school days there, and spent a lot of time hanging out there when I worked at the resort.
I changed my mind.
I’ve been saving money very well for myself, and I think I could save a lot more if I stay on this track. Instead of trying to re-live old memories, I’d rather save up for a vacation and make new ones. I might be delaying gratification, but I think saving up would be a much wiser decision for me.
Half of the time I listen to Alexi Murdoch, it screams road trip…not the first part where you’re all amped and excited to go somewhere, but that wonderful tired middle part, right before the end, where your eye-lids are getting heavy behind your sunglasses, you’re in the middle of nowhere, and your friends are passed out, heads hanging to the side, in the backseat of the car.
The reason that I’m so torn on liking/hating Tyrone Wells is that he had a residency at my bar, and I’d hear, not only the same songs every week, but the same tawdry stories in the same order every week. The cool thing about this song is that he didn’t really play this a lot when he was performing acoustically…and hearing this song live, with a full band, is pretty boss. It’s a good song to listen to with your significant other…just listen.
Close: Live at McClain’s aka The best live recording ever
You know…I’m torn between liking this guy and hating him at the same time…but you know what? Tyrone is a really nice dude, and he knows how to write a good pop song…this is definitely one of them, and hearing this song live is pretty fuckin’ incredible.
three movies where music pulled you further into the story.
I’ve recently seen three pretty good movies where the soundtrack wasn’t just an after-thought. A lot of times, especially in action movies, you’ll get the standard dramatic orchestra music or choir singing Hell’s theme song during a shit-ton of explosions (I’m talking to you, Michael Bay). However, in the movies that pull you in emotionally, the music is a big thing.
Up (2009) Good Lord, that theme song, that simple melody that gets repeated throughout the film has a way of piercing the heart. That melody becomes the sonic personification of Carl and Ellie’s relationship…and depending at what point in the movie, it really makes you feel what Carl is feeling. I’m not saying that it’s what love sounds like, but it’s definitely what Carl’s love for Ellie sounds like, and you feel it.
The Wackness (2008) The soundtrack was simply on-point for this movie, and placing the film in 1994 makes a lot of us 20-somethings really feel young again. You don’t normally associate hip-hop as the sound of growing up, but in this case, the music really put you there in New York: the rooftop parties, the first loves, walking down the street. It’s an unlikely mixtape that worked for the film’s coming-of-age/rite-of-passage themes.
Away We Go (2009) Alexi Murdoch’s music was used throughout the film, and the soundtrack overall captured the spirit of travel and the journey that the two lead characters were embarking on. The mellowness of the songs, I think, portrayed the tiredness that comes with bouncing from city-to-city and going through so much in so little time.
I don’t think I’d listened to this band in awhile, but I always got a kick how all the gibberish was printed, word-for-word, in the liner notes. Seeing how I’ve inadvertantly spent more time on the Internet than I would have liked to this afternoon (damn Wimbledon coverage), it’s high time to accomplish my simple goals for the day.
I was watching Andy Murray advance to the quarter-finals of Wimbledon, and I’ve been sitting around, browsing websites, waiting around for the next tennis match…then I realized that the Murray-Wawrinka match was the last one of the night. Nothing until tomorrow…sitting around for nothing. I’m riding on a fail horse, I’m a fail rider.
Most of the time I brush off comments about how much people “hate Miley Cyrus”, or “can’t stand the Jonas Brothers”. Why should any grown human being like those things? I usually will offer my very cool response of something like, “Well you’re not supposed to like it. It’s for kids.” Immediately following, I will pontificate for about five solid minutes on everything stupid we liked when we were kids. Debbie Gibson, New Kids On The Block, Another Bad Creation.. there was more than enough cheesy pop flying around.
Despite the degree to which I stand behind these thoughts, I’m not trying to deny that something is definitely amiss with children’s entertainment these days. What is it? Why is it so different now? Is there something more than just the fact that we’ve grown up and therefore it’s all lame?
Possibly not. I had this little “epiphany”, that despite the fact that I did listen to mindless music, it was balanced out by actual quality entertainment. I didn’t spend all my free time on one thing. I couldn’t watch Debbie Gibson: The TV Show, and no one made Electric Youth: The Debbie Gibson Movie. I spent equal amounts of time with movies made from classic literature, like Treasure Island and Swiss Family Robinson. My parents took me to community theater plays, ballets, and even symphonies. I could list many more examples, but the point is basically that we had a foundation laid for an appreciate for matters of real culture and serious art. I really don’t see that happening today, especially not on a nationwide scale.
You know when a cute girl drops something, and you both go to pick it up and accidentally bump heads in the process? That happened tonight with the new cocktail waitress. I got all stupid afterwards and ended up smacking myself in the back with my bottle-opener…but no one saw that. All I know is that I really hope that she gets more shifts…and that I don’t just end up sitting on my fucking hands.
I spent a lot of my elementary school days at the roller-rink on those 2x2s…and it would make my day if I could go to some roller-rink with a girl on a retro-night and skate in circles to some Blondie right now…some Heart Of Glass shit, or even some Mobb Deep or Method Man and Mary J. That would make me incredibly happy to find a girl who would be content with that…just a date with some roller-skates, an oval rink, and dope 80’s and 90’s jambs. And, when the Jodeci kicks in and the lights turn low and the disco-ball gets illuminated and spins about, we’ll hold hands and shit…that would make my night anytime soon. Afterwards, we’ll hit a Denny’s and share a milkshake or something. I’m corny, whatever. Alls I know is that I’d just love to hit the roller-rink sometime soon with a girl who’s down with that sort of thing. I like the simple things. I don’t need to get drunk to spark interest in a girl. I just need to have a good time enjoying the simple shit and the good tunes.
Maybe Puff Daddy. Maybe even Puffy. Definitely not P. Diddy. Not even Diddy.
I’m listening to The Wackness Original Soundtrack and the Purple Tape right now, and I remember a time when Puff actually made dope beats, like when he would make beats for Jodeci, Mary J. Blige, and Biggie. Nowadays, Sean Combs is desperately searching and scouring for relevance with new sounds, and the new shit isn’t working at all. A “Puff Daddy” remix used to mean something. Bad Boy has been reduced to drivel, and purists fondly look back at 112’s early days, the rise of Ma$e, and the Craig Mack tracks that we used to bob our heads to. Gotta love those old Faith Evans tracks.
To keep my creative gears churning, I’ve decided to start posting my short stories over at my WordPress account. My goal is to post a, short story there at least once a week, ideally every Friday, starting today with Cold Shots and Quiet Drives, the short story I wrote to accompany last week’s mixtapes.
“The SFX are still awesome, but they’ve lost their novelty factor. As for everything else, it still pretty much sucks.”
“The special effects are better and the dialogue slightly more humorous than in the first movie, but the anti-Arab subtext is repugnant”
“Boasts spectacular visuals, sound effects and editing, but it suffers from tedious, mind-numbing action sequences, diminishing thrills and a plot filled with too much silliness, leaps of logic and blandness that leaves you feeling underwhelmed.”
“You like ‘splosions and special effects? Hey, you got ‘em. But for anyone over the age of 12, this hardly makes up for lead-footed plotting or the fact these metal machines can’t even stay consistent within their own mythology.”
“Transformers: The Revenge of The Fallen is beyond bad, it carves out its own category of godawfulness.”
“It’s as if Bay decided that, after the first film, no more plot was needed. And maybe the target audience won’t mind that, but for anyone else the lack of an intelligible plot and interesting characters quickly becomes boring.”
“I’d rather listen to Mr. Roboto on a loop for 150 minutes than watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen again.”
I take some solace in reading this as I shake my head at the people on Facebook who’ve been raving about this movie…I’ve been biting my tongue a lot.
Let’s face it, a lot of the outlets for finding new and interesting music that you would like have started to suck a lot. You’re stuck weeding through a bunch of shit you don’t really care for…meanwhile, The Sixtyone is a new fun way to find new music that appeals to you, and it’s sort of a guided way of doing it. There are fun little “quests” that you can go on…it’s an interesting take on the Internet radio station.