This is about the coolest thing I've seen musically in a long time... a long time. Please enjoy Beat Control by Tilly and the Wall...
Beat Control from Team Love on Vimeo.
I will be in attendance when they play Houston on July 18th!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Truly, THAT'S Entertainment!
So...
I go with my good buddy Martin to catch a movie the other night. There wasn't really much showing I hadn't already seen that held any interest for me, so I told him what films I had yet to take in and deferred the selection to him. Martin, a comic book fan dating back to the days of his youth (of course, I guess it would be a bit odd to suddenly become a comic book fan at some random point in one's adulthood), chose The Incredible Hulk as our evening's entertainment. Hey... great, no problem! I have never really been into the Hulk thing over the years, but I certainly have no objection to two hours of mindless fun and some cool special effects. Plus, I must admit, I was a little intrigued to see a film that had previously been made only five years earlier (2003-Universal Pictures' Hulk, starring Eric Bana, directed by Ang Lee)... was another "interpretation" really necessary after only half a decade??? Anyway, I was right about a couple of things... the effects were pretty good... and it was certainly mindless. It wasn't bad, but I won't be renting the DVD when it hits the shelves. It got me to thinking about what exactly constitutes contemporary "entertainment", and it how compares to what delighted movie-going audiences in days past. Take this clip... an impressively precise, yet playful dance number featuring the legendary Fred Astaire and the (very regrettably) seemingly mostly forgotten Eleanor Powell. It is from the film Broadway Melody of 1940. Enjoy!
Absolutely fan-freaking-tastic!!! Quite honestly, that short little clip, all two minutes and change of it, is endlessly more entertaining than the last five theatrical releases I've seen... COMBINED! And Eleanor Powell... what a babe! No CG special effects... no $200 million budget... no crying Liv Tyler... just a couple of extraordinarily talented entertainers, hoofin' it like few have hoofed before... and certainly since. C'mon Hollywood... how about a nice "golden age" revival?
I go with my good buddy Martin to catch a movie the other night. There wasn't really much showing I hadn't already seen that held any interest for me, so I told him what films I had yet to take in and deferred the selection to him. Martin, a comic book fan dating back to the days of his youth (of course, I guess it would be a bit odd to suddenly become a comic book fan at some random point in one's adulthood), chose The Incredible Hulk as our evening's entertainment. Hey... great, no problem! I have never really been into the Hulk thing over the years, but I certainly have no objection to two hours of mindless fun and some cool special effects. Plus, I must admit, I was a little intrigued to see a film that had previously been made only five years earlier (2003-Universal Pictures' Hulk, starring Eric Bana, directed by Ang Lee)... was another "interpretation" really necessary after only half a decade??? Anyway, I was right about a couple of things... the effects were pretty good... and it was certainly mindless. It wasn't bad, but I won't be renting the DVD when it hits the shelves. It got me to thinking about what exactly constitutes contemporary "entertainment", and it how compares to what delighted movie-going audiences in days past. Take this clip... an impressively precise, yet playful dance number featuring the legendary Fred Astaire and the (very regrettably) seemingly mostly forgotten Eleanor Powell. It is from the film Broadway Melody of 1940. Enjoy!
Absolutely fan-freaking-tastic!!! Quite honestly, that short little clip, all two minutes and change of it, is endlessly more entertaining than the last five theatrical releases I've seen... COMBINED! And Eleanor Powell... what a babe! No CG special effects... no $200 million budget... no crying Liv Tyler... just a couple of extraordinarily talented entertainers, hoofin' it like few have hoofed before... and certainly since. C'mon Hollywood... how about a nice "golden age" revival?
Friday, June 13, 2008
Yet Another Helpin' o' Haiku
My good friend Adam (he's Jewish, by the way... necessary background information) celebrated his 32nd birthday yesterday. I sent out an informal invite for a celebratory gathering last night in honor of the occasion. As a part of said invitation, I composed some birthday inspired Haiku... and now, I share it with you!
There is plenty left,
So have another slice of
Gefilte Fish cake.
Bright, pretty candles!
Friends, gifts, sweets and smiles! Now it's
Spank-O-Rama time!
With age comes wisdom,
Or so it is said. Adam,
The contrarian.
There is plenty left,
So have another slice of
Gefilte Fish cake.
Bright, pretty candles!
Friends, gifts, sweets and smiles! Now it's
Spank-O-Rama time!
With age comes wisdom,
Or so it is said. Adam,
The contrarian.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Wisdom Nuggets... NOW MADE WITH WHITE MEAT!!! (and mostly skin-free)
--Failure is not an option. POPPYCOCK, I say! Always, ALWAYS, leave failure as one of your options. It's pretty handy sometimes.
--Why shake when you can hug? Why hug when you can kiss? Why kiss when you can grope?
--Monkeys, flatulence, the Amish, phallic foods... all inherently funny!
--The curveball has a plethora of cool nicknames: the hook, the deuce, the hammer, the bender, the yakker, Uncle Charlie
--If you want to keep a secret, tell only those that you trust unfailingly... then murder them all.
--Sharp, pointy items, such as needles, pencils and Lara Flynn Boyle, should be kept away from the eyes.
--Without trust, love is bound to fail... so be sure to snoop around in your significant other's personal effects... email, call and text logs, pockets of dirty clothes, etc.
--An individual's choice of celibacy is noble... and it's no less noble when it's been chosen for you, damn it!!!
--Chicks dig the long ball! While true for baseball and golf, this doesn't apply so well to tennis.
--Blessed are the meek... Ignorance is bliss... I guess life is grand if you're a stupid pussy!
--Why shake when you can hug? Why hug when you can kiss? Why kiss when you can grope?
--Monkeys, flatulence, the Amish, phallic foods... all inherently funny!
--The curveball has a plethora of cool nicknames: the hook, the deuce, the hammer, the bender, the yakker, Uncle Charlie
--If you want to keep a secret, tell only those that you trust unfailingly... then murder them all.
--Sharp, pointy items, such as needles, pencils and Lara Flynn Boyle, should be kept away from the eyes.
--Without trust, love is bound to fail... so be sure to snoop around in your significant other's personal effects... email, call and text logs, pockets of dirty clothes, etc.
--An individual's choice of celibacy is noble... and it's no less noble when it's been chosen for you, damn it!!!
--Chicks dig the long ball! While true for baseball and golf, this doesn't apply so well to tennis.
--Blessed are the meek... Ignorance is bliss... I guess life is grand if you're a stupid pussy!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
thirtysomething
Remember the TV show from the late 80's-early 90's? Well, neither do I... I never watched the crap. That's neither here nor there... and frankly, I'm not quite sure why I brought it up to begin with. Anyway...
So, I turned 35 years old yesterday... right smack-dab in the middle of my 30's, in other words, thirtysomething. Oh yeah, that's why I brought it up. Anyway... I worked, just a nondescript day... yet another infinitesimal sample in the discrete-time signal that is my life these days. Afterwards, some of us went out in honor of the occasion (my friend was kind enough to put together an informal little gathering, despite my insistence that I didn't particularly care to do anything). We had some beers, listened to some live music, enjoyed some intelligent discourse on a number of matters, including poop, sex, work and poop... all-in-all, quite a nice time. When the time came for me to call it a night, (in other words, when everyone other than me had left) I ran by the friendly neighborhood Taco Bell late-night drive thru, then back to the house. And now the payoff, the reason I felt compelled to retch up all this background tedium! I awoke this morning, my arm draped above me, with the back of my hand resting on my forehead... and as the fog of a drunken evening's repose began to dissipate, I discovered that in my hand was a half-eaten burrito, now a cold and congealed remnant of my early morning mess. Yes, I had fallen asleep / passed out while in the act of devouring my alcohol-absorbing aliment. Fabulous...
So this is what has become of my life... I'm 35, single, fat... and sleeping with a half-eaten bean burrito on my melon. America... truly, I am living the dream!
So, I turned 35 years old yesterday... right smack-dab in the middle of my 30's, in other words, thirtysomething. Oh yeah, that's why I brought it up. Anyway... I worked, just a nondescript day... yet another infinitesimal sample in the discrete-time signal that is my life these days. Afterwards, some of us went out in honor of the occasion (my friend was kind enough to put together an informal little gathering, despite my insistence that I didn't particularly care to do anything). We had some beers, listened to some live music, enjoyed some intelligent discourse on a number of matters, including poop, sex, work and poop... all-in-all, quite a nice time. When the time came for me to call it a night, (in other words, when everyone other than me had left) I ran by the friendly neighborhood Taco Bell late-night drive thru, then back to the house. And now the payoff, the reason I felt compelled to retch up all this background tedium! I awoke this morning, my arm draped above me, with the back of my hand resting on my forehead... and as the fog of a drunken evening's repose began to dissipate, I discovered that in my hand was a half-eaten burrito, now a cold and congealed remnant of my early morning mess. Yes, I had fallen asleep / passed out while in the act of devouring my alcohol-absorbing aliment. Fabulous...
So this is what has become of my life... I'm 35, single, fat... and sleeping with a half-eaten bean burrito on my melon. America... truly, I am living the dream!
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