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Out'/><category term='snakepit'/><category term='hole'/><category term='30 gallon tank'/><category term='melrose place'/><category term='kevin costner'/><category term='Christian Bale'/><category term='Renee Zellwegger'/><category term='2007 Films'/><category term='A Dirty Shame'/><category term='Women in Punk'/><category term='Brad Pitt'/><category term='British Invasion bands'/><category term='Sienna Miller'/><category term='jimi hendrix'/><category term='tharn'/><category term='Tyler Perry'/><category term='Ryman Auditorium'/><category term='big lebowski'/><category term='blerd'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Ridicule</title><subtitle type='html'>I've crossed the parking lot of mediocrity, walked through the lobby of the absurd and entered the theater of the ridiculous...While I've vowed to keep my politics personal, sometimes I just can't help myself so I'll post linkage to check -- should you choose to see how far the rabbit hole goes...Remember: get into the living of this life, get involved and don't forget to write it all down somewhere. Bob's your uncle...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-2818267044139786819</id><published>2007-10-02T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:30:34.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october 20 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA blackout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles blackout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA energy crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koyaanisqatsi'/><title type='text'>So, Will Los Angeles Black Out on October 20th...or Watt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPvv8pU68K8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's a clip from one of my favorite films, Phillip Glass' called "Koyaanisqatsi" (slathered with the Strokes' "Reptilia")...the flick holds a message that goes with the thrust of what I'm about to say...I don't know if you've heard about this but it appears that the powers that are in my fair city are taking a proactive stab at conserving energy...but it might be a day late and a dollar short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Led by Supervisor Yvonne B. Burke and City Councilwoman Wendy Greuel, the proposed effort asks Angelenos to simultaneously go dark between 8 p.m. and 9 p.m. on Saturday, Oct. 20, as San Franciscans do the same. Local officials are expected to vote on the plan next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the original event in Sydney, Australia, in March, 2.2 million people cut the lights, causing a 10% drop in electricity use. The so-called Earth Hour reduced 25 tons of carbon dioxide, equivalent to taking nearly 49,000 cars off the road for 60 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although officials still are finalizing which public buildings will join in the voluntary blackout, possible candidates include City Hall, the county Hall of Administration, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, DWP headquarters, the Port of Los Angeles and the multicolored pylons at Los Angeles International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it will have a big visual impact," Katona said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-lightsout29sep29,1,6625059.story?ctrack=1&amp;amp;cset=true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here's the rest in the LA Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay, I'll bite, I said to myself when I heard this on talk radio earlier...I'll do my part but I wonder if those millions of single-serve commuters will step up to the plate for 60 minutes to see if they can make a difference...I'm skeptical as it'll take place during Prime Time on a Saturday...and if there's one thing that Angelenos can't deal with, it's an inconvenience to their party plans and intra-city travel habits...they didn't back in 2000 and I don't think even the spike in fuel prices will make 'em curb their power-sponging ways...&lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/heatwaves-wrath-squeezin-my-mind-grapes.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I said as much during that last heatwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I bike around this town all the time and take notice of all the wasting of natural resources, primarily water, that goes into making what's essentially a desert by the sea look like some side street art-deco utopia...well at least in the parts where the the "ghetto birds" don't fly too often...don't get me wrong, I hope the proposal gets pushed through and everyone chips in, but I'm familiar enough enough with my fellow citizens and how a lot of them would rather sweep the whole conservation thing under the rug...until it gets unbearable and we get what we got in 2000...when I ride the commuter bus and trains in the morning, it's rare that I see car poolers...even now...so pardon me if the tongue in my cheek hinders my speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ah well, a positive anything beats a negative nothing...I'm no Ed Begley, Jr but I'll give it a whirl just the same even if the proposal doesn't get approved because it's high time for us all to think about alternatives...on many fronts..."ain't nobody gonna shite, shave or bathe until some changes are made!" as my granny used to say when she got fed up with feckless proles, talkin' loud and saying nothing...it all reminds me of a piece I wrote a while back which I closed like so: "... The word "Koyaanisqatsi" is a Hopi Indian noun for "life out of balance; crazy life; life in turmoil; life disintegrating; a state of life that calls for another way of living"...&lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/06/koyaanisqatsi-your-future-begins-day.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still stand by that line of thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... if you live in the area, why don't you do your part on October 20th, yo?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-2818267044139786819?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/2818267044139786819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=2818267044139786819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2818267044139786819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2818267044139786819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-will-los-angeles-black-out-on_02.html' title='So, Will Los Angeles Black Out on October 20th...or Watt?'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-9204783989228201740</id><published>2007-10-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:40.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do the Bambi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disko B Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ich Bin Nackt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Berlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Françoise Cactus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ich bin der Stricherjunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brezel Göring'/><title type='text'>Check It: "Ich Bin Nackt"...mit Stereo Total</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE0st-5rQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KMp8ljRjmXw/s1600-h/stereo+total+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116428594531904770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="327" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE0st-5rQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KMp8ljRjmXw/s400/stereo+total+car.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...a few things for those who read me on the regs: if you've been doing so lately, you'd know that my MacBook's been on the fritz and I took it in to the AppleStore where it is now being turned B.A.D.,"bigger and deffer", as LL Cool J woulda put it back in the day...I've grown so used to that thing that it's been kind of weird sliding back into my old rhythms, like going to the magazine stand down the street and copping that week's New Yorker and actually sitting down to read it cover to cover with a couple of ciggies and double espressos...for years that was a part of my Saturday regiment and it was refreshing to return to this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...another thing about me you might've picked up is that I loves my music and you'd be hard pressed to catch me anywhere without tunage in some configuration on my person...but there's just so much of it out there...and doing what I do, I get turned on to so much chaff that it's hard to keep up with the stuff that rises...so, I don't get in a twist when I get told where the bear shites in the buckwheat, if something's good. Case in point, this last Saturday, I wanted to check out the second season of Weeds (as you know, I do my TV shows by seasons in one sitting)...but realized that the copies that were brought to me from Europe were configured for a program that I had on my Mac...which is in the shop...so I said fuggit, called over to Penny Lane and shot down to the video store to rent 'em...while searching for the discs on the shelving, I hear in between tunes on my headphones (I'm still blasting Greg Sage &amp;amp; Wipers Is This Real? Box-- again, if you check me, are &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88646"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another band to seek out nice 'n quick-like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I'm not too proud to say that a girlfriend hipped me to 'em...there's a grip of good sound out there that gets drowned out by the white noise of mediocre scheiße that the suits try to soft sell/shovel into the collective earholes of the record-buying public like we're being fattened up for foi gras...but there's more than one way to cook a goose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE0s9-5rRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/N7ANuQsHZbM/s1600-h/stereo+total+do+the+bambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116428598826872082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE0s9-5rRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/N7ANuQsHZbM/s400/stereo+total+do+the+bambi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE2PN-5rUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/IL0RXDE3Z0A/s1600-h/stereo+total+paris+berlin+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkviZFys2HU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm one of that hard-headed lot who has a habit of absorbing his data and thinks for himself, son...so it took a few seconds for my ears to perk up when I heard this cut from Stereo Total blaring out of the speakers and ask the horn-rimmed, tatted up art-schooler behind the counter for some 411 and he hips me...I turn him onto a new wave group from Deutschland I thought he'd like called Ideal...a tune called, ironically, &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/96323"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which he did vibe on, so a little barting-of-beats took place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE2PN-5rUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/IL0RXDE3Z0A/s1600-h/stereo+total+paris+berlin+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116430286749019458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE2PN-5rUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/IL0RXDE3Z0A/s400/stereo+total+paris+berlin+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...when I got home, I continued to strayed away from the "Off the grid" game plan for a bit and did a little research (because I gotta know once my curiosity's piqued) and found out a little more about Stereo Total...turns out that the group's based in Berlin, a city I tend to visit in the next couple of months, and are comprised of members from all over Europe among them, vocalist/guitarist/drummer Françoise Cactus from France and vocalist/guitarist/keyboardist Brezel Göring who's from Germany...their debut set, Oh Ah! dropped a-decade-and-change ago, picking up where groups like Kraftwerk, Giorgio Moroder and The Sea and Cake had gone before...which is a good thing...so, I keep digging around and although I see the album and tour with the Octopus Project mentioned in a music eZine with a penchant for grandiloquent exposition of musical minutia, I moved on and find a few cuts of theirs on MOG where apparently &lt;a href="http://mog.com/music/Stereo_Total"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people have been blabbin' about the group since April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of this year...you can't catch 'em all, boyo so let's not stand on ceremony with the "you read it here first" bit-- here's a video for Ich Bin Der Stricherjunge...the slice that caught my attention whilst looking for my flicks...I'd heard it before but didn't know where at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJdQxLLcfZ8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...clearly, I'm sold on Stereo Total and will submit that this is definitely an electro-pop band worth checking out...the dude at the counter told me that I'd just missed a show of theirs in LA by about a month...(which I saw in the aformentioned eZine)...based on his description of how the band members played and built a rapport with the audience on the stage-- he told me that they hung out with the audience before blowing shit up on stage, smoking fags and kickin'it...it let me know that if they've been at it this long and they're still doing that sort of shite, they're lifers or will be around for a minute or two more, at least...they've got something to say that's worth saying and they're doing it the old fashioned way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if you like early LPs from Stereolab, or that Daft Punk drift, this group won't do you wrong...these fuckers have the sack-and-temerity to take a stab at a Serge Gainsbourg cut...and nail its ass to the floorboards...they get propers from over here...as stated above, my MacBook's tucked up and I'm not writing this piece on my PC but these YouTubes are proper..."ooh, shocking"...check their video for Ich Bin Nackt (I Am Naked) from their Do the Bambi LP (cover above)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I love an enemble that doesn't take itself too seriously but can actually play their fucking instruments, make their ideas felt, get shit done-- and still aren't afraid to experiment which stokes the flames of the jazz-lover in me too-- I likes it all, son...you can get a free download of "Patty Hearst" from the band's label Disko B &lt;a href="http://www.diskob.com/c/stereototal/stream/stream.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for free right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on one of the label's landing pages; which I think is uber-cool of 'em...blowin' shite up...gettin' things done...righteous, son...here's another vid from the new album called "Plastic"...kinda Ramones...kinda Bomb the Twist...kinda "Orgiastic"...kinda nice...find this band, if you haven't already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRD9fR17SMk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-9204783989228201740?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/9204783989228201740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=9204783989228201740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/9204783989228201740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/9204783989228201740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-it-ich-bin-nacktmit-stereo-total.html' title='Check It: &quot;Ich Bin Nackt&quot;...mit Stereo Total'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RwE0st-5rQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KMp8ljRjmXw/s72-c/stereo+total+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-9438627420031403</id><published>2007-09-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:43:30.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samuel clemens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark twain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen snortland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this modern world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe lieberman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in eruption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randi rhodes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics greg palast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thom Hartmann'/><title type='text'>Monkey Man...Thy Name is Lieberman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fightingdemocrat.com/mt/images/bush-joe-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="280" alt="" src="http://www.fightingdemocrat.com/mt/images/bush-joe-kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afterimagegallery.com/nyttwain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...this piece was written earlier in the morning...take your time, follow all the linkage and see where the rabbit hole goes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...man, I'm getting tired of waking up mornings with my skin leaking...I should stop sleeping with talk radio on but that shite's like crack...I bolted up out of REM sleep this morning while subconsciously absorbing &lt;a href="http://www.billpressshow.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Bill Press Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when I heard about the Senate's overwhelming support of separating Iraq into three regions...why do I care, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...ever since Joe Lieberman (pictured above in a pic that looks like he's about to swap spit with the POTUS) &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0207/2865.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dropped the "Going Independent-bomb" back i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0207/2865.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n February,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because of the DNC's stance on sending another 21,500 troops into the combat, he's turned into a sabre-rattling arse; began acting like a hand puppet/ mouthpiece for the GOP...something along the lines of Willie Tyler and Lester or, better still, Wayland Flowers and Madame (pictured below with some of the dancers who used to appear with them on those old episodes of solid Gold back in the day)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com/stuff/l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="266" alt="" src="http://www.x-entertainment.com/stuff/l2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I get a little dispeptic every time I see/ hear him deliver one of those tight-lipped, terse-mandibled "Joe-mentum", stay the course speeches cheerleading towards the right on why it would behoove us to keep shoveling our dough down that Mesopotamian money-hole...he too had a role in last nights terror-sweat and according to the verbiage I found in the LA Times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The White House reacted tersely, noting that the measure conditions the policy change on the agreement of Iraqis. "The amendment recognizes that Iraqis will be the ones that make decisions about their political future," National Security Council spokesman Gordon Johndroe said in a statement. 'It also reiterates the importance of bottom-up reconciliation.'In the Senate, Biden's proposal has attracted far more Republican support than any previous Democratic plan, but it will have no practical effect unless it pressures the president or Iraqis to change course. Senate Democrats last week failed three times to overcome GOP filibusters of measures designed to more forcefully change the course of U.S. policy in Iraq, including two that would have mandated a withdrawal."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/iraq/complete/la-na-warvote27sep27,1,6004408.story?ctrack=1&amp;amp;cset=true"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;read the rest here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://englischbine.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/twain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" height="478" alt="" src="http://englischbine.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/twain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I still try to retain a modicum of optimism, though, while ignorning what sometimes seems to hang over my shoulders like a cloud of impending doom and gloom...a little hope, if you like..especially when I read news stories that begin like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An Oregon judge on Wednesday ruled that two provisions of the Patriot Act violated the U.S. Constitution's protection against unlawful searches and seizures."&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSN2628372820070927"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;continued on Reuters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...now that's a little good news, ain't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...maybe the worm will turn and more of us will get the proverbial zap on their heads before the culmination of the 2008 election cycle...but, as I've said before in one of many of &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/03/npr-air-america-damn-you-both-to-hell.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my self-styled Letters to Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... I won't hold my breath, either...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-9438627420031403?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/03/npr-air-ame' title='Monkey Man...Thy Name is Lieberman...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/9438627420031403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=9438627420031403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/9438627420031403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/9438627420031403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/monkey-manthy-name-is-lieberman.html' title='Monkey Man...Thy Name is Lieberman...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5387397173430968090</id><published>2007-09-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:40.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth in media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrecy is repugnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JFK Secrecy Speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transparency'/><title type='text'>What Would JFK Have to Say...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rvqkyd-5rMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YLOwA8SZ5qA/s1600-h/JFK+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114581513781488834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rvqkyd-5rMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YLOwA8SZ5qA/s400/JFK+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I've ranted on here before about my views on how the American public does itself a disservice when they don't demand better from their media outlets but lately it's become plainer to see that &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/08/dave-chapelle-vs-gore-vidal-crying.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that is not a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that the American braintrust travels on...I posted a link to this for one of my readers elsewhere...I'll admit that the images can get a little ham-handed but I was shooting for the President's vox for this post...too, I thought I'd slap it on here because, to be honest, I think these words from JFK bear repeating...especially in lieu of what's been taking place on the world stage for the last couple days...press play and read along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3oONf0hcEM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JFK speech 1961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very word 'secrecy' is repugnant in a free and open society. And we are, as a people, inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago, that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts, far outweighed the dangers which are cited to justify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today there is little value in opposing the threat of a closed society by imitating it's arbitrary restrictions. Even today there is little value in ensuring the survival of our nation if our traditions do not survive with it.&lt;br /&gt;And there is very grave danger that an announced need for increased security will be seized upon by those anxious to expand it's meaning to the very limits of official censorship and concealment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I do not intend to permit to the extent that it's in my control and no official of my administration, whether his rank is high or low, civilian or military, should interpret my words here tonight as an excuse to censor the news, to stifle descent, to cover up our mistakes or to withhold from the press and the public the facts they deserve to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are opposed, around the world, by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding it's sphere of influence on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly-nit, highly-efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. It's preparations are concealed, not published. It's mistakes are buried, not headlined. It's descent is silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No president should fear public scrutiny of his program. For from that scrutiny comes understanding, and from that understanding comes support or opposition, and both are necessary. I am not asking your newspapers to support an administration, but I am asking your help in the tremendous task of informing and alerting the American people, for I have complete confidence - &lt;applause&gt;- in the response and dedication of our citizens, whenever they are fully informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not only stifle controversy among your readers, I welcome it. This administration intends to be candor about it's errors, for as a wise man once said: 'An error doesn't become a mistake, until you refuse to correct it'. We intend to accept full responsibility for our errors and we would expect you to point them out when we miss them. Without debate, without criticism no administration and no country can succeed and no republic can survive. That is why the Athenian lawmaker Solon decreed a crime for any citizen to shrink from controversy. And that is why our press was protected by the first amendment. The only business in America specifically protected by the constitution. Not primarily to amuse and entertain, not to emphasize the trivial and the sentimental, not to simply give the public what it wants, but to inform, to arouse, to reflect, to state our dangers and our opportunities, to indicate our crisis and our choices, to lead, mold, educate, and sometimes even anger public opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means great coverage and analysis of international news, for it is no longer far away and foreign, but close-at-hand and local. It means greater attention to improve understanding of the news as well as improved transmission and it means finally that government, at all levels, must meet it's obligation to provide you with the fullest possible information outside to narrowest limits of national security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is to the printing press, to the recorder of man's deeds, the keeper of his conscious, the carrier of his news that we look for strength and assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident that with your help man will be what he was born to be: free and independent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...amen, Mr. President...CP, out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5387397173430968090?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5387397173430968090/comments/default' title='Post 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0px; CURSOR: hand" height="349" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RvgPxd-5rLI/AAAAAAAAAko/x4-u9KTT0rg/s400/janeane_feature-39722.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a decade and change before Disney dropped Ratatouille I was into Janeane Garofalo...I think I started falling for her in Reality Bites when she played Vickie-- a chick with convictions; stood for what she believed in...and still knew who in the hell Willona Woods from Good Times was...since I've moved to California, I've run into some of the cast from that particular film while doing the writing thing-- like &lt;a href="http://www.campuscircle.net/review.cfm?r=159"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ethan "crustache" Hawke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (in still below with co-star Janeane ) and even &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/07/matt-dillon-you-me-dupree-q.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matt "the forehead" Dillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but Garofalo's the one I've &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wanted to have a sit down with and shoot the shite about current affairs and books...hell, she even pulled off a cameo at the end of Pulp Fiction...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RvgPxN-5rKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/E24sHtrEFIs/s1600-h/janeane_Ethan_Hawke_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113854715120692386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RvgPxN-5rKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/E24sHtrEFIs/s400/janeane_Ethan_Hawke_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...this lady is probably why I dig on brainy brunette broads with big mouths who wear pointy glasses and usually have something to say...Garofalo's been burned at the stake for speaking her mind but she didn't just step off the stage at open mic night in the Bryn Mawr student union...she's got some big ideas that she uses her comedic chops to convey...she's earned her mumpin' bones first doing stand up, then acting and now, a mixture of the two...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when it's all said and done, I think a lot of people will say they were down from the beginning...like those fuckers who say they liked the Buzzcocks long before Ghost World came out...I used to love her and Sam Seder's talk show on Air America...then it got pulled...but it was funny and I was one of the early bloggers on that show's hell raising earlier threads (BlayznSddlz, son)...check my girl out tearing Faux News' Brian Kilmeade a new one a couple of years ago, the February before the war in Iraq was initiated and, well, you see what we've wrought...Peaches...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JCakTroF88" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here she is speaking on one of my favorite HBO series: Rome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-spdg0Wius" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here she is calling Bill Maher out...a couple of nights ago for toe-ing the line on the low-low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5vkbSgZaBk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...later, breaking down Directive 17 and the "Mission Accomplished" ethos on another segment in that same show...see, put her in an environment, not in the middle of a gaggle of brainwashed brownshirts on Fox hell bent on shouting her down but one that's open to new ideas, alternate ways of thinking and she's 'bout it-'bout it...go' on, girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vY_XhS6sovg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and, finally, my favorite from this appearance...how Colin Powell, somebody I actually HAVE met... could've changed history...and didn't!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyU73HxRbWQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-1369574353720357135?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/1369574353720357135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=1369574353720357135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1369574353720357135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Natalie Portman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Slang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden State'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach Braff'/><title type='text'>...On Livin' Large, Slingin' Slang...and Not Sleepin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RulYDi0ZyzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ydUaaIsdgqA/s1600-h/shins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RulYDi0ZyzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ydUaaIsdgqA/s400/shins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109712070137989938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/111075" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/111075" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...(this was written about 4:45 AM this morning)...my eyeballs popped open an hour before the alarm went off for some reason...and I'm rested...almost TOO rested...sheiße, son...what I'm feeling is akin to what Andrew "Large" Largeman felt like when he was walking through LAX on meds while taking a trip back home to Jersey in the film Garden State...been there before...all of this reminded me of when I covered that flick as a favor for a journo friend who wanted to go out of town with her boyfriend that week, she called me at my day gig making "purty-please-with-sugar-on-top" sounds, so I caved and went over to the Fox Lot to check the last screener as that weekend &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/03/garden-state-worth-rewind.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd have to interview Zach Braff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  and there's nothing worse than talking to talent about their film that you never got a chance to see (did it once in the salad days and didn't care for the feeling, I recall thinking I was going to get called on the carpet but I never was)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RulYDy0Zy0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4cQtcSg94K0/s1600-h/natalie_portman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: 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Zach's use of the tune "New Slang" during his directorial debut on the film pulled my coat...which brings me back to right now, 6AM, staring at the ceiling; smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo as it were...which is when I'd be getting up ordinarily...damn, there goes the alarm clock...back on schedule, I guess...every now and again I'll just wake up of the middle of the night/ early morning when all of a sudden a thread of thought takes hold and I just start writing something...this has been one of them...and now, time to make the donuts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-6781355243731768436?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/6781355243731768436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=6781355243731768436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6781355243731768436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6781355243731768436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-livin-large-slingin-slangand-not.html' title='...On Livin&apos; Large, Slingin&apos; Slang...and Not Sleepin&apos;'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RulYDi0ZyzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ydUaaIsdgqA/s72-c/shins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-7592276605085832900</id><published>2007-09-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:41.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siddhartha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermann hesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om namaha shivaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little bhuddha'/><title type='text'>Blerd Part 2: The Coke Bottles and The Buddha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt9Xyno9tpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-qsPYzXZm0w/s1600-h/Buddha+and+CRASH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/109701" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/109701" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Om namaha, Shivaya...that's a Buddhist chant that loosely means: Greetings to the person/ soul that I am capable of becoming...I recite it sometimes while I'm looking in the mirror shaving...I've been using it a lot lately...that gig I went to downtown last week was a bust...they didn't think I was "the material" for working in a law firm...so I continued ghost writing in one of my cafes and the guy I'm penning it for is digging on the direction I'm taking it which is cool...but I need more loot than this to keep the rain off my head while I wait for those people back in New York  to get it together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt9aiHo9tqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WX2kMrlITLY/s1600-h/Buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt9aiHo9tqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WX2kMrlITLY/s400/Buddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106900044674348706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So I wrote and wrote and re-wrote and edited all day yesterday and, just before the sun went down, I  got a call with an offer for another gig over at one of the major studios to expedite this Web-related project which, although won't last as long as the law firm editing gig, would pay a grip more $crilla than I would've if I were working with that fancy-pantsed lot down in the finance district...a couple of minutes ago I got the call back and ...I'm in there, son! I start on Monday...The ladies who interviewed me were much more laid back than those two twitchy tossers with the sticks in their keysters and we got right down to brass tacks without all of that alpha male posturing...it was refreshing...I just shot on over to the lot and acted like myself, no fuss no muss (and yes, I wore the Blerd glasses again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Om namaha, Shivaya...things work themselves out...I think once I finish re-reading James Baldwin's Giovanni's Room, love to backtrack on the classics, I'll do a re-read of another fave: Hermann Hesse's Siddhārtha which follows the life of &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddhartha_Gautama"&gt;Siddhārtha Gautama&lt;/a&gt;, the Brahmin Prince who eventually rescinded the cordoned life of luxury after witnessing how his subjects really lived outside the castle walls which led him on a journey that would ultimately take him to the the Sri MahaBodhi, the great Bhodi Tree which, after reaching Enlightenment,  The Awakened One sat in front of for a week, while staring at it in unblinking gratitude...the temple that's there now was built much later...it's all good...I don't claim to be a Buddhist by any stretch but I definitely do dig on some of the messages and try to apply them in everyday life as much as I can...I've been cool with The Enlightened One's story for a minute...&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/05/om-namah-shivaya-happy-birthday.html"&gt;and have stated as much...&lt;/a&gt; the latter has helped me wriggle through a truckload of scrapes while as I work on solving my Saṃsāra...Om namah, Shivaya...that's word...it's funny how things get resolved on their own...work themselves out...and they all eventually do...don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Vunde gurunam caranaravinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Sandarsita, svatma.&lt;br /&gt;Sukhavabodhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; nihsreyase&lt;br /&gt;Jangalikayamane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;, Sansara, halahala&lt;br /&gt;Moha santyai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hala hala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahahu purusakaram sankha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Cakrasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahahu purusakaram sankha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Cakrasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dharinam, dharinam sahasra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Sirasam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dharinam, dharinam sahasra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Sirasam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Vande...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Om shanti.&lt;br /&gt;Om shanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Shanti, shanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Shantay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Om...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"...I worship the gurus lotus feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Awakening the happiness of the self revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Beyond comparison, working like the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Physician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To pacify loss of consciousness from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Poison of existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In the form of a man up to the shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Holding a conch, discus and sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Thousand headed, white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. I bow respectfully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-7592276605085832900?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/05/om-namah-shivaya-happy-birthday.html' title='Blerd Part 2: The Coke Bottles and The Buddha...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/7592276605085832900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=7592276605085832900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7592276605085832900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7592276605085832900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/blerd-part-2-coke-bottles-and-buddha.html' title='Blerd Part 2: The Coke Bottles and The Buddha...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt9Xyno9tpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/-qsPYzXZm0w/s72-c/Buddha+and+CRASH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-8379808388688152129</id><published>2007-09-04T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:42.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the grapes of wrath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john steinbeck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles heat wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john maynard keynes'/><title type='text'>The Heatwave's Wrath: Squeezin' My Mind Grapes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dOXo9tkI/AAAAAAAAAi4/btQuHprpi5E/s1600-h/MIND+GRAPES+DO+THE+RIGHT+THING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/109383" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/109383" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;...it's been crazy hot for the past week and change...which started me thinking about global warming and how it seems to be getting hotter and drier every year...a couple of days ago, tens of thousands of LA County area residents were sitting in the dark and over the weekend, this elderly couple in Studio City died from complications due to the heat...that was a bummer to hear...what a way to go...I was listening to a talk radio show and one of the hostesses mentioned that she was out of it because the power was out in portions of the Hills as well...a single crocodile tear ran down my cheek, like Iron Eyes Cody on the side of a littered highway as I thought..."poor baby...don't you have one of those platinum covered generators that David Cross was talking about on his It's Not Funny album?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-heat4sep04,0,4403496.story?coll=la-home-center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heat makes me cynical and snippy as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; if you haven't figured that out yet...I'd forgotten about being back in the south and how that humidity made you want to choke people...but, still, I'm buggin' out...I'M BUGGIN' OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dOHo9tjI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5m3tIBlCnSg/s1600-h/MIND+GRAPES+BUGGIN%27+OUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dOHo9tjI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5m3tIBlCnSg/s400/MIND+GRAPES+BUGGIN%27+OUT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106410418402604594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this heat-induced train of thought brought me to all the latest talks of infrastructure and the lack thereof, as most of our resources are being poured into that Mesopotamian black hole...there's people out there who think that things like taking care of bridges, interstates, the power grid and other functions that have been taken care of by government agencies with our tax dollars, should be privatized (done by businesses who'd no doubt be in it to earn a profit and would half-ass it up to ensure they'd be needed in the future)...that dog don't hunt...look at what's been wrought whenever market-driven corporate enterprises have been used as a stop-gap solution...like, say, all those war profiteers we hear about all the time...oh, they're out there...I met one in the library a couple of weeks ago, this old, Elmer Fudd-lookin' cat dressed like somebody's hayseed grandpa and though he was nice enough (a trifle TOO interested in what I was doing for my trastes, you'd never think he had his fingers crossed in hopes that we'd cross the border and go into the Persian theater...which would be a windfall for his little company-- a very high creep-out factor, there. I've been going elsewhere ever since...was kind of afraid to even bring it up here considering the political climate...but that's another story for another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"In the summer of 2000 a drought in the North West states reduced the amount of hydroelectric power that was available to California, though at no point during the crisis was California's sum of [actual electric-generating capacity]+[out of state supply] less than demand. Rather, California's energy reserves were low enough that during peak hours the private industry which owned power-generating plants could effectively hold the State hostage by shutting down their plants for "maintenance" in order to manipulate supply and demand. These critical shutdowns often occurred for no other reason than to force California's electricity grid managers into a position where they would be forced to purchase electricity from other suppliers who could charge astronomical rates. Even though these rates were semi-regulated, the companies (which included Enron and Reliant Energy) controlled the supply of natural gas as well."**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dOXo9tlI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uVDgYPp-RmQ/s1600-h/MIND+GRAPES+GRAy+DAVIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dOXo9tlI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uVDgYPp-RmQ/s400/MIND+GRAPES+GRAy+DAVIS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106410422697571922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was on the east coast during &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_electricity_crisis"&gt;the California Energy Crisis during the summer of 2000&lt;/a&gt;...when the Golden State, strapped for electricity, got fleeced out of hundreds of millions of dollars by out-of-state energy concerns like Enron...I followed the story as it unfolded from the other side of the country and thought to myself...somebody's head is gonna roll..turns out, it would be Gray Davis' dome that would be politically severed...he was voted out of office and ushered in the rule of "Der Governator"...although the energy market was predominantly privatized already, there were laws in place that kept these private holdings from running roughshod over the consuming public, deregulation ceded guard duty of the proverbial hen house to the foxes; some thought that the corporate price gauging would've never been able to take place if California hadn't unanimously loosened up on restrictive Energy laws a few years from both sides of the aisle prior under the administration of Governor Pete Wilson (R) who was long gone by the time the lights went out in 2000...crooks like Ken Lay had found an open window, climbed a ladder, scuttled inside like the slimeball he is and then kicked the ladder away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Utilities were precluded from entering into longer-term agreement that would have allowed them to hedge their energy purchases and mitigate day-to-day swings in prices due to tranisent supply disruptions and demand spikes from hot weather.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Then, in 2000, wholesale prices were deregulated, but retail prices were regulated for the incumbents as part of a deal with the regulator, allowing the incumbent utiliti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;es to recover the cost of assets that would be stranded as a result of greater competition, based on the expectation that "frozen" would remain higher than wholesale prices. This assumption remained true from April 1998 through May 2000.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Energy deregulation put the three companies that distribute electricity into a tough situation. Energy deregulation policy froze or capped the existing price of energy that the three energy deliveries could charge. Deregulating the producers of energy did not lower the cost of energy. Deregulation did not encourage new producers to create more power and drive down prices. Instead, with increasing demand for electricity, the producers of energy charged more for electricity. The producers used moments of spike energy production to inflate the price of energy [5]. In January 2001, energy producers began shutting down plants to increase prices"**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Recession", says the wind...how soon we forget...or have we really...times are a lot tougher now than  they were seven years ago. I was reminded of this a few weeks ago when Wal Mart announced that their earnings were in a down turn and shortly after that The Dow dropped 200 points which got my and the finance sector's skin leaking...the Fed has since infused tens of billions of cash into the market to offset that little hiccup but it can't keep doing that forever...not with the bloated deficit that somebody's going to have to pay the vigorish on at some point...we're tapped out, gentle reader...as a nation we're too broke to shop at fucking Wal-Mart, it seems...streams of finance are drying up all over the place...except for that 1% of people who are living like the cotton is high...the people that mainstream media outlets must be talking about and to but those of us knee-deep in the shite know better-- the first part of the 20s might've been "roaring" with finance sector exuberance &lt;a href="http://www.shambhala.org/business/goldocean/causdep.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...but it limped into the 30s...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;...whimpering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dO3o9tmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wUAAgJr0uYs/s1600-h/MIND+GRAPES+STEINBECK+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dO3o9tmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wUAAgJr0uYs/s400/MIND+GRAPES+STEINBECK+COVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106410431287506530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I can't call it...this heat is crazy-making and when I don't get my rest, my mind tends to race: the heat got me thinking of natural disasters which got me thinking of the Dust Bowl which lead to images of the setting in John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath, then the Great Depression and what led to it..then economics and the situation that we're in right now; the eminent housing/ real estate bust all of which brings me back to where I live and the heat wave...see the logic?...as I type this, there's still 25,000 plus people still sitting in the dark all over the Southland-- 400,000 people's power has been disturbed at some point in the past week and based on the transitive laws of nature and probability, if it doesn't cool down soon, my card's gonna get pulled too... The thing is, they were predicting rain last week at one point....I even recall waking up on one of those sultry nights, my arms bear hugging a fan under the windows and hearing thunder; seeing lightning bolts...but the water never came so I thought I'd bitch about it a little, like I am now...I'll try to keep doing the right thing, however, no matter how far up the mercury rises...it could be worse going for a brother, to quote the godfather of Macroeconomics, &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11070182" html=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;John Maynard Keynes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, "In the long run, we are all dead"...quite...I wonder if that ever entered the minds of those two oldsters just before they expired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**quotes from wikipedia for brevity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-8379808388688152129?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/8379808388688152129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=8379808388688152129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/8379808388688152129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/8379808388688152129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/heatwaves-wrath-squeezin-my-mind-grapes.html' title='The Heatwave&apos;s Wrath: Squeezin&apos; My Mind Grapes...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rt2dOXo9tkI/AAAAAAAAAi4/btQuHprpi5E/s72-c/MIND+GRAPES+DO+THE+RIGHT+THING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-6527430409089323828</id><published>2007-09-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:42.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j. marten troost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth&apos;s children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daryl Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mammoth hunters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sex lives of cannibals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jean m. auel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clan of the cave bear'/><title type='text'>Mind Over Matter...with Mammoth Hunting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC23o9tiI/AAAAAAAAAio/APaCJ1NcOxg/s1600-h/MAMMOTH+BOOK+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC23o9tiI/AAAAAAAAAio/APaCJ1NcOxg/s400/MAMMOTH+BOOK+COVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105748112970724898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I've been getting in touch with my inner cave man while sitting in the stultifying heat that's been hovering over town like a veil of hostility...it's brutal, my A.C.'s non existent, so I've been working out of library and at cafes but today, its so fucking hot, that I don't feel like moving...so I laid in bed for a couple of hours listening to ethereal sounds like the ones found on the Greek electro-composer Vangelis' Themes album while reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mammoth-Hunters-Earths-Children/dp/0553280945"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Mammoth Hunters by Jean M. Auel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...tunes like "Chung Kuo" capture the mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background:#000000; width:320; height:141"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:122px;width:320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="320" height="122" name="MOGPlayerrgkxGMZ4tdt.mp3" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/rgkxGMZ4tdt.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="100" height="22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/109345" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/109345" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, the third in her Earth's Children series, is set on the coasts and steppes of the pre-historic European continent during the 10,000 year interstitial (warming trend in the climate) that occurred during the last Ice Age (that ended about 25,000 years ago). It follows the young girl,  Ayla who, after being adopted by a clan of Neanderthals as an orphaned child, is raised, taught to be a medicine woman, forcibly inseminated by a Neanderthal man who despises her for being Homo Sapien and then gets handed her bearskin wrap and cast out of their cave for learning to use weapons; hunt (which women of the clan were not allowed to do). She got the hook for pretty much exemplifying traits that would eventually put our species at the top of the evolutionary food chain, heralding the end of the less adaptive Neanderthaler model-- there's a great scenario in Clan of the Cave Bear (the first in the series that was turned into a film starring Daryl Hannah back in the 80s) where she accidentally ingests a double dose of some prehistoric peyote and sees the future, the modern age...the film's ok, I guess but it doesn't do the book one iota of justice...but I'm looking back with jaded, post Matrix/ iMax eyeballs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC2Xo9tgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BW0fdtNu8lE/s1600-h/MAMMOTH+CLAN+OF+THE+CAVE+BEAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC2Xo9tgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BW0fdtNu8lE/s400/MAMMOTH+CLAN+OF+THE+CAVE+BEAR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105748104380790274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...at any rate, girlfriend has a death curse thrown her way and is shunned by the Neanderthals, so she leaves her half-breed baby with her sister (the birth-daughter of the woman who took her in) and strikes out on her own. She eventually finds a small, isolated cave far away from the clan on the coast and at the edge of the continental steppes...the valley of the horses, as it were which the second book was named. Alone in the valley, her survival skills kick in ( the same instincts that she was told never to pursue but, like ornery humans chicks tend to be, did so anyhow). She starts to hoard food and hunt in preparation for the rapidly approaching winter. Too, she domesticates a foal , which had never been considered or attempted, after capturing its mother in a pit trap for meat...she did so not to make it a pack animal but to have some other living thing around...for company and unconditional friendship. Later, she learns to speak words again -- Neanderthals spoke with sign language and grunts--  by a man named Jondolar who she nurses back to health after he's mauled by the mate of a cave lion she raised-- don't ask, get the book, son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when Jondolar's health is back up to snuff, he urges Ayla to continue on with him as before the cave lion attack (!) he was on his journey back to his homelands which lie far away, across a mile high glacier (!!), in the north...she grudgingly acquiesces because she's fallen for a man of "the Others" (what the people who raised her called homo sapiens, people like us)...the second book ends with the two fording a river on horses (again, don't ask) and crossing paths with a tribe of people who called themselves Mamutoi...Mammoth Hunters...that's the book I'm reading again right now to keep my mind off the sweltering sump...cool schieße, if told by a scribe with the expository minerals and Auel, although sometimes long-in-the-tooth with her prose, has got the hazel nuts to pull it off-- and as an added bonus,  the frosty descriptions of Ayla's chilled environment has helped suspend my imagination and get my mind off of  this drawer-drenching humidity that has precipitated into a body-shaped sweat-angel that has my back glued to the sheets on my bed...(I started typing this with the MacBook on my stomach, BTW)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC2Xo9tfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/catsRaU_w3o/s1600-h/MAMMOTH+SEX+LIVES+CANNIBALS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC2Xo9tfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/catsRaU_w3o/s400/MAMMOTH+SEX+LIVES+CANNIBALS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105748104380790258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've always liked books like this, where man's (in this case, woman's) wits are taken to task by the forces of nature from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rascal-Sterling-North/dp/0140344454"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sterling North's Rascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the dogs 'n cat in The Incredible Journey to Jack London's To Build a Fire (and Call of the Wild ) on up to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Lives-Cannibals-Equatorial-Pacific/dp/0767915305/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-5136951-0467101?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1188773332&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Sex Lives of Cannibals : Adrift in the Equatorial Pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a super-funny book by J. Marten Troost that should be checked)...I've even slogged it through Moby Dick as a kid, after several attempts at getting through it,  to learn about whaling...it's all literary gravy...if you were to ask me, I'd probably encapsulate my thoughts with a cliche of that variety...still, the scenarios inferred in the telling of all those tales made me wonder what I'd do in similar circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC2no9thI/AAAAAAAAAig/yacHzcB6j3M/s1600-h/MAMMOTH+CASTAWAy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC2no9thI/AAAAAAAAAig/yacHzcB6j3M/s400/MAMMOTH+CASTAWAy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105748108675757586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..."You know, ironically enough, back home my dentist's last name was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spalding&lt;/span&gt;"...I cackled like a hyena goofed out on skunk weed 'n whippets when Tom Hanks dead-panned that line in Castaway to "Wilson" the volley ball that his character got chatty with while stranded on an island in the far reaches of the Pacific Rim...look at him in that picture, engrossed in a full on back-and-forth with a fuggin' volley ball...good stuff, Shecky...yeah, I'm one of those eight people who actually liked that film...I think I'm jazzed on these kind of books because they speak to something that I've always wondered about: were we to lose all of these electronic/ solar/ gas operated accoutrements that our animal-pelt-wearing pre-historic ancestors managed to survive without for a couple of millennia while packs of hungry beasts chased 'em first around and eventually out of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aso/databank/entries/do59le.html"&gt;the Serengeti's Olduvai Gorge&lt;/a&gt; in Tanzania, would we,  modern man, make it? You know, with the furry, fanged and ferocious calling all the shots out on the desolate plains of a cold, cruel world...Doubtful...judging from that YouTube of that Teen Miss South Carolina contestant that's making the rounds recently, I'd wager that a huge swath of the current human population would not be here for long...bear food, I call 'em because people like that are the ones you'd hear about walking stupidly into the forest for a picnic...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at night&lt;/span&gt;...but what do I know?...I'm sittin' here thinking about hunting woolly mammoths and walking across a sky high sheet of bluish-white glacial ice...I might be selling some other kind of crazy when I say it but I do feel a few degrees cooler...that means it's working, I guess...time to put Ayla and the mammoths down and start punching up some more of that book that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm writing.&lt;/span&gt;..laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-6527430409089323828?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Mammoth-Hunters-Earths-Children/dp/0553280945' title='Mind Over Matter...with Mammoth Hunting...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/6527430409089323828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=6527430409089323828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6527430409089323828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6527430409089323828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/mind-over-matterwith-mammoth-hunting.html' title='Mind Over Matter...with Mammoth Hunting...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RttC23o9tiI/AAAAAAAAAio/APaCJ1NcOxg/s72-c/MAMMOTH+BOOK+COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-6134337552272280233</id><published>2007-09-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:43.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Fonda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3:10 to Yuma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Mangold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Foster'/><title type='text'>Peter Fonda &amp; Ben Foster Get Mean: 3:10 to Yuma (Q&amp;A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtpfEXo9tbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WsB0b-paMtk/s1600-h/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+PETER+FONDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtpfEXo9tbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WsB0b-paMtk/s400/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+PETER+FONDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105497656247825842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As stated in an earlier post, I got to participate in roundtables with some of the cast of James Mangold's forthcoming western remake of 3:10 to Yuma over at the Regent Beverly Wilshire last week...I posted &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/310-to-yuma-christian-bale-russell.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the session with Russell Crowe and Christian Bale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; already......and now I will throw on what went down with Peter Fonda and Ben Foster (pictured below)...Peter came in first and we all got rolling and Foster came in a bit later...I don't know if you remember Ben from Six Feet Under or X-Men...but when you see him in Yuma, you'll know who was in command every time the cameras were on Charlie Prince, the hard-ass he p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lays in the film...he rocked that joint...so did Peter but for different reasons...check it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So which was it that made you go for the role in this film, the genre or the character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Fonda: First genre, then character. I'd seen the original 3:10 to Yuma and I didn't have to audition for the part-- I had to prove myself. Which, I guess, is a form of an audition. And I  knew a great deal about westerns. I knew that Jim Mangold had not shot a western before but, also, I felt that Cop Land had a bit of a western rhythm to it. For me, a western is a wonderful way of telling a story about us now, without letting anybody know you're doing it. So, getting into that saddle was great because I got to be a part of that-- I did have to prove to Mangold that I wasn't too laconic. [laughs] ...but I still got to play it down and back. And I believe when you're playing a character that's, underneath,  low and slow and less intense, you can create more danger with it. And my character, although not in the original motion picture, [helps develop] the character of Ben Wade very well. And, you know, I play the stone-cold killer, so I'm on the same side of the coin [as Ben Wade] but different coins. So, saddling up, I can ride like the wind-- I hate (acting on) horses, no problem, I love westerns. Motorcycles, well, Easy Rider was a western but the motorcycle I rode was more like a phallic symbol-- a horse really doesn't get there...what a horse does to a cowboy is put him right on the ground. A motorcycle does too, bike riding on the road-- it was a pleasure to saddle up for Jim Mangold, director that I really appreciated, and thought I would appreciate, whose work I really appreciated and now I appreciate it more. He was a man of great integrity on the set and, uh--- does that cover the question? [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You mentioned that a western speaks to how we are now. Could you expound a little bit more on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF: ...it's easy to address these character conflicts, whether its conflicted stuff inside one character or conflicts between two different characters without telling you that you're looking at what's happening today. Now, there's mayhem in the streets today, in Iraq. I mean there, mayhem in the streets of Baghdad, isn't there? So, in a way, we're looking at people who are stone-cold killers, the man who just joined me, Ben Foster, a stone-cold killer [introducing Foster who walks in and takes a seat beside Fonda]...serial killers, I think we've got some over there on both sides of that coin but, that way, we discuss these ethics and problems in today's view and yet with yesterday's viewpoint. And that awares an audience that that's happening which is taken up with the story. But it's entertaining, its later on that you think "that does apply" [to what's going on in the world today]...Ben's heard me say that westerns and science fiction films, really good ones, can also discuss the present but in a disguised way, that truly discusses what's going on in an hour of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You've directed a couple of westerns, why do you think the genre's fallen out of favor with the wider audience that it once held? Because its tough to even get them off the ground today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF:  You know what, I don't think westerns have necessarily fallen out of favor with the audiences. I don't think that the filmakers are delivering as good a western as possible. But then you look at Unforgiven, you know, what a cool wester that was...Dances with Wolves...It's not as dead as you think but the big studios don't talk about them because they don't know how to sell them. And they make them, unfortunately, I think for the film makers, for a lesser budget which means you have to do more, for less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you agree also that the calibre of actors that were around when westerns were in the heyday aren't really around as much? We don't have a lot of Waynes or Jimmy Stewarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF: You'd be surprised at what we've got going in terms of actors-- its writers and studios that aren't quite sure about the idiom. But I do know what you mean about, "where are the Randolph Scotts, the Joe McRays and the Gary Coopers...wow, you know, and John Wayne, a terribly under-rated actor-- he was a great actor, I knew where he had to go [inside] to get his characters. And I like Cooper's idea that if you know what you're doing, then you don't have to act. I thought that was very cool. And the western character is a romantic thing but there can be the good/ bad guy romantic thing and there could be the bad/ bad guy romantic thing. [In 3:10 to Yuma] here, you've got I'm a bad/ bad guy, you think I'm good because I'm a Pinkerton protecting the stage coach, whereas Charlie Prince [Ben Foster] is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad/ bad guy [laughs]...take it away Ben...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtpfEno9tcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/48CqVHZuJR8/s1600-h/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+BEN+FOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtpfEno9tcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/48CqVHZuJR8/s400/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+BEN+FOSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105497660542793154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ben, the writers said that you added a lot to your role that wasn't on the page...do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Foster: Well, that's very generous. I completely disagree, I mean, I read the script and Charlie started showing up. And it was just re-reading and re-reading and re-reading and the picture becomes a little clearer. And then I just started isolating what he cared about most and what he was willing to do for that. Preparing for it was as simple as going through archival photographs-- western outlaws seemed, to me, like rock stars. And Arianne Phillips, our amazing costume designer, has a rock 'n roll background, so it was very easy to go down that path. I found a very similar leather jacket from that time in a museum, white leather and that, to me, was sort of a glam rock approach. Next were some [wild life] documentaries on wild cats and [watching] how they deal with their prey and...then just listening to the horse. It's amazing how the environment [that you're shooting in] will teach you about the role. It's not so much about constructing it and developing it and saying "look what I made". It's more like "I don't know what this is but I'm after it and...it's over here. I don't know, I don't want you to go "here's this weirdo actor bullshit" [laughs] But that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: After you wrapped, did you have a hard time leaving behind the Charlie Prince that had grown inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: He was a terrible character, man. I've said this before but I certainly don't know exactly what I'm doing, when I'm going in-- you're kind of in the dark, in the swamp and you're finding your way....And when you're done with the job, you definitely track some mud into the house. I mean, I'm not going home with this guy every day, so, yeah, it does take some time...I was happy to not kill anybody for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonda: I would watch him all day long [with his pistols], drawing them, putting them away [reholstering], twirling them, cross-drawing them...and it's that kind of practice that makes you feel comfortable with it. Because, as Mangold said, in earlier times it was an extension of your arm. I believe that it's also an extension of your character-- how you use it...or don't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Peter, did you have a particular scene that was your favorite...or the most fun to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***SPOILER ALERT...SPOILER ALERT...SPOILER ALERT...SPOILER ALERT...SPOILER ALERT....***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF: Wow, you know, I don't think about it as "fun". I think, fulfilling, maybe interesting, and I try to make every day that I go to [location] work for me that way...I would've liked to have been in that last scene in Contention because that was incredibly cool action-- this is me as the audience watching it -- in the back of my mind the film maker's like "hmmm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;was tasty" but then, the actor inside goes "I got to play a very tasty character too." So, I can't say one way or the other if it was a "fun" scene or...It was a very difficult shoot. I always bitched about the cold but as soon as I hear "action" -- what cold? As soon as "cut"-- aahhh bitchbitch, moanmoan, bitch. So, there wasn't a "fun" moment for me, work is what I have the pleasure of doing. I get paid for it. How many people go to work loving what they have to do? If there's money in the bank and film in the camera, what time do you want me there? If there's no film in the camera and not a lot of money in the bank-- when you see me, I'll be there. So, that love, that I have, is for the work-- any particular moment or day, some are more fun than others, some are more difficult than others but I always got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was there a difference for you in the reception you got for doing Ulee's Gold as opposed to, say, how Captain America was received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtphZ3o9teI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9s1AAHsLOK8/s1600-h/blown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtphZ3o9teI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9s1AAHsLOK8/s400/blown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105500224638268898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF: Well, you know, what's interesting about Ulee's Gold was that all the press said "what a remarkably understated performance that was" and I was like, "where the hell were they when I did Easy Rider?" [laughs] "what an understated role"...as Captain America it was like [in stoner voice]: "Wow. Far out, man...that's beautiful. Here, try some of this." [laughs] and then the last line, the most imperative line of the film, which I loved: "you know what Billy? We blew it"-- I threw that away, now that's an understated performance! [laughs] Ulee Jackson, I got to go places with that, I didn't know where it was going to take me but wow, "understated?" Where were they for Easy Rider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3:10 to Yuma opens nationally on Friday, September 7th.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNNGfxaUXQc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNNGfxaUXQc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-6134337552272280233?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/6134337552272280233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=6134337552272280233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6134337552272280233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6134337552272280233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/09/peter-fonda-ben-foster-get-mean-310-to.html' title='Peter Fonda &amp; Ben Foster Get Mean: 3:10 to Yuma (Q&amp;A)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtpfEXo9tbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WsB0b-paMtk/s72-c/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+PETER+FONDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5660012633752928779</id><published>2007-08-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:43.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wipers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth of America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Sage'/><title type='text'>Taking Too Long: The Weight of Waiting...and Wipers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rtgbt3o9taI/AAAAAAAAAho/YX1BU9h5910/s1600-h/wipers12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rtgbt3o9taI/AAAAAAAAAho/YX1BU9h5910/s400/wipers12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104860652468286882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayerTIEBMo0pZKu.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/TIEBMo0pZKu.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/108631" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/108631" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just bust the groove on that tune...whenever I feel like its taking too long for me to get my creative grind on, I have to remind myself of dudes like Greg Sage, Sam Henry and Dave Koupal who formed Wipers back in 1978...look in their eyes in that grainy-ass picture...young and hungry...I'm hip, son... even though they cut a couple of influential records that a grip of Seattle grunge scene machers would appropriate and use as a springboard for their respective sounds, Wipers really didn't get any dap from the world at large until Nirvana covered a couple of their cuts from their debut LP-- a decade and change later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rtgbtno9tZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4Y7wxSpIHNw/s1600-h/wipers_MRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rtgbtno9tZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4Y7wxSpIHNw/s400/wipers_MRR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104860648173319570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's not the first time I've heard such things, artists like Fela Anikulapo Kuti, Woody Guthrie and Ornette Coleman and their struggles to be heard, immediately come to mind...sometimes you're gonna have to be in it to win it-- and the only people who believe in you IS you...patience is virtuous and all that but, conversely, he who hesitates is lost...in short, don't forget to follow your heart and be ready when the opportunity avails itself...listen to the little guy/ chick inside...&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88646"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I spoke about Sage et al back in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and am steeled when I think of stories such as theirs and artists like the ones above, I get pumped up; the weight of waiting becomes a little lighter ...and although I've got "miles to go before I rest"...I know I can bear it...solid, son...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5660012633752928779?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/blog_post/view/108631#comment-419294' title='Taking Too Long: The Weight of Waiting...and Wipers!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5660012633752928779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5660012633752928779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5660012633752928779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5660012633752928779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-too-long-weight-of-waitingand.html' title='Taking Too Long: The Weight of Waiting...and Wipers!!!'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rtgbt3o9taI/AAAAAAAAAho/YX1BU9h5910/s72-c/wipers12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-263370498062416742</id><published>2007-08-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:43.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronic ridicule'/><title type='text'>Blerd: Would YOU Hire this Guy???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtX1bno9tYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F2I6vjdEz4k/s1600-h/BLERD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtX1bno9tYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F2I6vjdEz4k/s400/BLERD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104255607540397442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayerMK2SLWhuFz2.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/MK2SLWhuFz2.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/108161" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/108161" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so I got another editing offer downtown that'd last a few months...but first I had to go down there and take a bunch of tests...find synonyms for words like arbitrate...expedite...ameliorate...words I use all the time...then the grammar test (even when I didn't have the English skills, I learned at an early age that the best way to figure these out-- utter them aloud...there's always three clunky sentences, two of which just look dumb on the screen...that fourth one, the one that sounds like a butler in a P.G. Wodehouse book is the keeper...it works for me like a charm)...t'was a joke of an examination-- I sailed through the typing test and finished the boilerplate letter-- never seen the word committee used so fekkin' often--  I finished it about a half hour early so they left me in a room by meself...to my own devices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so glad I brought my MacBook along...thought I'd type something up for the blog while I sat in this "testing environment" waiting to be sized up by the suits because this is truly a ridiculous setting...based on &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-brick-top-my-hollywood-signs-and.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what happened a couple of blocks over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last week, I though I'd go in with the Blerd (black nerd) glasses...use high English and all that...just lookit that picture above...doesnt' that guy look harmless enough?...let's see where it gets me...I could use two months worth of the cash they're talking about while I ghost write this book for a musician in Atlanta and await the callback for that producing thing...I probably won't get this one...it's going too smoothly...I won't be "black enough" or something equally as simple-minded as that...what can I say?...I'm a sucker for punishment...nah, I could just use the cash, son-- I won't front on that and furthermore-- ruh, roh...I hear 'em coming down the hall...Blerd-boy out....laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-263370498062416742?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/263370498062416742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=263370498062416742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/263370498062416742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/263370498062416742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/blerd-would-you-hire-this-guy.html' title='Blerd: Would YOU Hire this Guy???'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtX1bno9tYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F2I6vjdEz4k/s72-c/BLERD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-1221052204231222764</id><published>2007-08-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:44.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earl Scruggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryman Auditorium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O&apos; Brother Where Art Thou?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lester Flatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a Man of Constant Sorrow'/><title type='text'>...Indian Summer: O' My Brothers...Where Art Ye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiQHo9tXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/k9AENdS8Ec4/s1600-h/O+BROTHER+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiQHo9tXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/k9AENdS8Ec4/s400/O+BROTHER+COVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103530831809197426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...being a Southerner, with a father who loved TV shows like Johnny Cash's show on ABC,  Hee Haw and listened to C&amp;W when it wasn't hip to be black and reveal as much, my daddy would bump that shite anyway... still a country boy, West Indian roots or no...(grown men are allowed to call their fathers "daddy", where I'm from) so, there's a special place in my heart for bluegrass music...Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, cats like that...I've seen 'em play... (at an early age I learned to cut through the bullshite of the times and find my funk wherever it was)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiP3o9tWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nV00cok81qU/s1600-h/O+BROTHER+FLATT+AND+SCRUGGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiP3o9tWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nV00cok81qU/s400/O+BROTHER+FLATT+AND+SCRUGGS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103530827514230114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...years later, when I was cutting some tracks (in the same spot they cut "Purple People Eater") in Nashville, I stumbled out the back door of the studio looking for the parking lot at about four in the morning to smoke a butt and I looked across the street to find that we were right across the plaza from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryman_Auditorium"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the Ryman Auditorium...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that big red barn where everybody who was anybody in the old-school country pantheon played (or wished they did)...it was surreal...still, I ran across the street to see if I could peek inside the windows at the back of the building that was facing where I was standing....see the stage where Johnny Cash kicked in the footlights...I couldn't see dick but I was there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiP3o9tVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/PEulCCaANEg/s1600-h/O+BROTHER+RIMAN+AUDITORIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiP3o9tVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/PEulCCaANEg/s400/O+BROTHER+RIMAN+AUDITORIUM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103530827514230098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...by that time the performances at the Ryman had long been moved to some replicated sound stage at a nearby theme park but I knew from pictures that this was the actual, factual...we might drop our accents in college but you can't deny who you are...most southerners-turned city-dwellers don't like to admit that there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; country music that they'd willingly listen to but I'll tell you right here, point blank-- just like jazz, say what you will, there's some phatness from the old school in the genre that should be checked out. It was quite cool &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/06/meryl-streep-garrison-keillor-lily.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rapping with Garrison Keillor in the hallway of the Four Seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about the history of the Nashville landmark after doing an interview for his (then) new film directed by the late, great Robert Altman...I was reminded of all of this a few days ago when I copped the O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack from a friend...she couldn't have known what the tunes on that LP would raise inside the depths of me...I'm glad she hooked me up with it because the tunes on that album reminded me of a time when I'd get in the wind at the drop of a hat...playing tunes...traveling...and feeling free...all of which reminds me of an alt rock band called Indian Summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I remember that we did a gig with Indian Summer, who were based down in North Carolina and we'd never met-- just heard about them through the band grapevine...they played a style totally different from the funk-rock-ska that we parlayed but everybody meshed and they performed an original cut called "Land of Plenty" that they cut in a stylee years before DMB became famous for doing tunes similar to it...after that show, we were all prepared for that long schlepp back right after the show (nothing like a ride in a van with eight other guys, all of us soaked in post-performance stank) but the bass player, acknowledging one of those unwritten codes between traveling bands,  asked us over to their pad in the Raleigh, Durham area-- a hop, a skip and a jump from where we were...showers 'n shite!...grub!...west-and-wewaxation...the next morning, er, afternoon, we all rose and they took us over to this quarry to swim in its cool waters and drink beer...the scene was more laid back, gulp, back in those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiPno9tUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S7agyqFQT_0/s1600-h/o+brother+SHENANDOAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiPno9tUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S7agyqFQT_0/s400/o+brother+SHENANDOAH.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103530823219262786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...after that weekend, whenever we played in that area or heard that they were in our neck of the woods in Virginia, we'd try to hook up...when I hear bluegrass songs like "I am a Man of Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys, I think of the ride back home after that initial meeting. Well rested, having met a couple of stand-up friends,  the jade hump-backs of the Appalachian Mountains rolling by as we snaked it on back up Interstate 81, out of North Cacka-lackey and on into Virginia's Shenandoah Valley...past Mount Pilot...through Blacksburg/ Radford...right on back into town...nothing like the countryside in my birth state especially just before autumn arrives...The Indian Summer, it's called...good stuff, son...real good stuff...I could try to make up stories like this but then, I'd be a fraud...I prefer keeping it on the real side and there's not one iota of fiction in the words above...still, I wonder where all those Indian Summer guys are right now...loved their sound...I miss 'em too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-1221052204231222764?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/1221052204231222764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=1221052204231222764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1221052204231222764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1221052204231222764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/indian-summer-o-my-brotherswhere-art-ye.html' title='...Indian Summer: O&apos; My Brothers...Where Art Ye?'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtNiQHo9tXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/k9AENdS8Ec4/s72-c/O+BROTHER+COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-1777325368174404246</id><published>2007-08-26T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:45.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles of ridicule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count your blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheel in the sky'/><title type='text'>On Brick Top, My Hollywood "Signs" and The Wheel in the Sky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy8no9tPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JSwUqIkpr10/s1600-h/Hollywood+sign+900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy8no9tPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JSwUqIkpr10/s400/Hollywood+sign+900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103126976034354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...see that sign...up close, it's just that...a fekkin' sign comprised of huge letters on a hill but it boggles my dome sometimes at all the drama that takes place in this town just below them when the cameras aren't even rolling...if those letters could talk...I started writing this last week, after a screener while waiting for a bus in front of the Larry Flynt building over on Wilshire and La Cienega, I continued writing on the subway and finished it up when I got to the pad...it was about 12:30 but the adrenaline from realizing that I was almost smoked an hour or so prior was still swirling through my veins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/107097" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I just got in from that 3:10 to Yuma screening and will have to get right back up in a couple of hours in order get to the check in...I should be dead tired after riding around all day...but I'm not...I can't sleep because there's been a rush of adrenaline pumping through me ever since I almost lost my life, ironically, not that far from &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/03/car-jamming-crashs-car-crash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where I almost became a road burger back in March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mused on here once or twice about how long was I going to keep "Forrest Gumpin' " my way around this town before I either 1, got my grind on 2, tucked tail and skipped town or 3, buy the farm in some freak accident that involves me, some strangers I met in Venice Beach, a llama, a bottle of Ouzo...and a John Deere woodchipper...these have been a wild and woolly couple of months for me but I've been keeping the lupine lot loping on the lateral by writing, reading and writing some more...But just because you don't see 'em doesn't mean that they're not out to get you....my mother is a staunch believer in signs from the beyond that we all should look for when trying to get on with our lives and although I've been known to say shite like "man, the last time that occurred "X" bad/ good thing happened to me"...if I apply my Vulcan powers of logic, I know that it's a sham...a futile attempt to take control of the steering wheel of fate which is akin to ice skating uphill...you'll get nowhere fast...still things like what I'm about to explain make me think twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy9Ho9tTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KbSRkrLiaBQ/s1600-h/LosAngelesSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy9Ho9tTI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KbSRkrLiaBQ/s400/LosAngelesSkyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103126984624289074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've noticed out here that when you talk to someone you don't know who's been here long enough, especially during a business call with some departmental dogbody (who already hates their gig and wants you to know it). At the end of the call, instead of saying "goodbye",  the person says "thanks" but its not like "thank you-thank you" it's stated more like a "sit-and-spin, asshole"...sounds like "Thaay-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anks&lt;/span&gt;"...with an extra emphasis on the forced second syllable...I fuggin' loathe hearing it...I call it the Hollywood hang-up...which brings me to a hang-up of another stripe...I had a meeting with an IT recruiter downtown today, just before the film, a meet and greet, nothing fancy...so I go down to meet her (forgetting how shitty people drive downtown when they're released from their cubicle cages)...I got turned around in the traffic and tall buildings (about two blocks from the one pictured in the center above) and instead of arriving at the address I was supposed to, I went to the same number in a building one street over-- meatheaded, right? Well here's where the "sign" part kicks in...I'd called the recruiter a few minutes prior...she knew what I looked like (from stuff of mine out there on the internets)...when I get there...she's gone! ...(she called me a half hour later when I'd gotten on a train)...I think I passed her in the hallway after I'd changed back into my riding clothes but by that point I thought, "fuck it...if they're playing games at this stage, who knows what's around the corner?"...so I left; cut my losses and headed west toward Sunset on the Red Line...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they called ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;...I've always known that I'm not cut out for die korporative Welt and this was another confirmation but a man does what he must whilst he tries to get his creative cheese spread on the Tinsel Town Ritz cracker...I must be walking around with some weird light emanating from behind or, people see a colorized cloud of ominousness hanging over my head like that character in that Stephen King novel who's cursed  by an old Gipsy with a piece of funky pastry...duly noted counselor. Stay away from tall buildings and questionable cakes while trying to keep the rain off your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Apocryphal&lt;/span&gt;: adjective - of a story or statement) of doubtful authenticity, although widely circulated as being true. See spurious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;noun/ (used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; with a sing. or pl. verb)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. The biblical books included in the Vulgate and accepted in the Roman Catholic and Orthodox canon but considered noncanonical by Protestants because they are not part of the Hebrew Scriptures. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Various early Christian writings proposed as additions to the New Testament but rejected by the major canons.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. apocrypha Writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apocrypha etymology&lt;/span&gt;: [Middle English apocripha, not authentic, from Late Latin Apocrypha, the Apocrypha, from Greek Apokrupha, neuter pl. of apokruphos, secret, hidden, from apokruptein, to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;away : apo-, apo- + kruptein, kruph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-, to hide.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...did I ever mention I'm a cyclist? Yeah, a rare breed here in Los Angeles for sure...A lot of people who live here tend to believe that the automobile you're sitting in defines who you are...I'm sorry, I'm not from around here and I've had my fill of shitty car leases, swarthy mechanics and extortionate insurance bills...so I use the MTA, take taxis and am unrepentant about that...deal with it Los Angeles, I'm well aware that many of you driving around in those fancy rides can barely afford them...the jig is up...at any rate, I get to the screener, I lock up outside where I've been doing so for years and go inside, sign in with the outlet I'm covering for and settle in for the shoot 'em up...midway through the film, a blue-blazered security guy comes in and tells me the people in the club next door want me to move my cycle...and have threatened to call the fuzz to have the lock cut and the bike removed...but a sister working the floor that night had interceded because she knew I was in the screening room...good looking out, girlfriend...I made sure to tell her as much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy9Ho9tSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/SFTgRG-b8MM/s1600-h/snatchbicktopandgang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy9Ho9tSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/SFTgRG-b8MM/s400/snatchbicktopandgang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103126984624289058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...apparently the place next door was some new club down on the end of Sunset, close to BH and there was some red carpet thing going on and some celebrities were going to show...I more than likely knew most of the  people covering it on the other side of the throngs of people...ain't that about a bitch? Luckily the guard in charge wasn't tripping (I found out later that she's from North Hollywood, so she wasn't fazed by the celeb stuff in the least) and she sorted me out so I could get on with what I was there for...I can still see the smirks on the faces of all those bald-headed schnooks in monkey suits as I rode off...their expressions said it all..."fuck you writer-guy"...I'm sorry...I'm not from around here, partner..so go fuck yourselves...I gave 'em a single-shouldered neck roll and sneer that would've done Snatch's Brick Top Polford one shite's sight better...like I'd just stumbled out of the Drowning Trout, stoked on pints of Irish Fighting Fuel...calm down, son...behave yourself...instead I shot down Sunset toward La Cienega....where I missed an appointment with my maker by about 30 seconds and 200 feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy83o9tQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FD3svDKRQ04/s1600-h/RANTS+GET+RAVES+cropped+08+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy83o9tQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FD3svDKRQ04/s400/RANTS+GET+RAVES+cropped+08+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103126980329321730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the intersection where La Cienega crosses Sunset is at the top of one of the steepest inclines on that side of town and offers a splendid vista across West Hollywood that goes clean out to Culver City, sometimes Santa Monica, on a sunny day. On weekend nights it's clogged with traffic too but not on a Monday...I shooshed on down the hill...I got a green at the 7 - Eleven three blocks down,  so I kept on truckin' and then I got a red at Sunset so I started braking-- all of a sudden I heard a loud screech behind me as I pulled to a stop. I looked behind, where I'd been just seconds before, in time to see an intoxicated driver careen straight through the intersection I'd just shot by like a two-wheeled bullet and crash into a light post in front of that Seven - E...the signal was still green going in my direction so he'd run a red light, swerved uphill and hit a pole-- a couple of hubcaps kept rolling up the hill like they had better things to do...if I had hung out just a couple of seconds more fucking with those guards back at the night club, talking shite like I might've in the past, back in Manhattan,   I would've probably been in that intersection when that dude punched through it...road kill...a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy9Ho9tRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/M3jPmBmc3Q0/s1600-h/journey-infinity-album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy9Ho9tRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/M3jPmBmc3Q0/s400/journey-infinity-album.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103126984624289042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't know, maybe it was...maybe it wasn't but my ass is definitely circumspect, right about now...I can't call it but I'm certain that all of this shite transpired in the span of five hours the other day and it made me wonder if this town is trying to tell me something...we live our lives going forward with one foot on the accelerator and the other on "fast" so much these days it sometimes makes me think about those necessary pauses that we should take for sanity's sake but never do or think about until it's too fucking late to do anything about it...It'll put a grip into perspective when you get down to brass tacks and realize that tomorrow is promised to nobody...things might have been rough, but not so much that I was ever ready to punch the clock for good...sure it will no doubt get rougher at some point but who fekkin' cares, boyo? ...quiet as I keep it during phone conversations with her, I still don't cotton to my mother's notion that there's signs, signs, everywhere signs but I won't reject it outright, either...seen too much of the inexplicable to do so...she doesn't read as much as I do, but experience teacheth wisdom and all that jazz (she's definitely taught me that the surest way to see whom your true friends are is to call 'em when you're down and out...then the truth arises, sure as you're born)...&lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/08/bastille-prison-vs-crawford-texas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still lean more toward Marcus Aurelius' words on Stoicism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because when it's all said and done, there's nothing left to say...just get on with it...do it...as cheese-ball as it might seem to some, I've embraced the thrust of this Journey tune from the album above long ago when I was still playing music on the road...the lyrics speak volumes and if you've ever written a tune with year heart on your sleeve and played it for people, you know what I'm talking about...fuck the VH-1-ish video sideshows, every time I hear Steve Perry sing it, I immediately identify with the protagonists' self doubt...there's some truth in there...an innate, inexplicable urge to carry on, despite how dark things appear...I've seen a lot since I started hittin' it and gigging out as a 17-year old university freshman and I haven't encountered any enigmatic burning bushes or talking coyotes out there since I started, either...nope, not one yet...having said all of that, I've learned its best to just push on toward your goals, whatever they are...embrace the challenge...ignore the sucker-ducks, nabobs and nay sayers (they're full of shite, I know I can be sometimes, though this ain't one of 'em)...a positive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; beats a negative nothing and that's word, yo...keep all lines of communication switched on and wide open...but don't forget to get a whiff of those rose blooms up in your face...when you're down, dust yourself off, post haste and get the fuck back up because that which doesn't kill us-- well, you already know the rest...laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-1777325368174404246?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/1777325368174404246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=1777325368174404246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1777325368174404246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1777325368174404246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-brick-top-my-hollywood-signs-and.html' title='On Brick Top, My Hollywood &quot;Signs&quot; and The Wheel in the Sky...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RtHy8no9tPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JSwUqIkpr10/s72-c/Hollywood+sign+900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-1429711687779936840</id><published>2007-08-22T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:46.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Bale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3:10 to Yuma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Crowe'/><title type='text'>3:10 to Yuma: Christian Bale &amp; Russell Crowe (Q&amp;A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxno9tMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/CTYnkfY3Qbo/s1600-h/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+RUSSELL+CROWE+FLIPPED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxno9tMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/CTYnkfY3Qbo/s400/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+RUSSELL+CROWE+FLIPPED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101619356614112450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;..I'd be a liar on the wink if I said t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hat Gladiator wasn't one of my favorite movies to come out in the past decade...about a year or so before I started pursuing writing in this town, I recall walking down to the newly opened ArcLight Theater complex across the street from Amoeba records on Sunset to see a matinee of the film when it dropped before that weekend's bum rush...best line in the film was uttered by Joaquin Phoenix when he find out that the General of the Felix Legion is not dead and that his soldiers have lied to him: "That vexes me...I'm terribly vexed"...I was the only one who burst out laughing at the "Mel Brooksness" of that line...but whatever, son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I was in a roundtable with Maximus and Bat Man when I participated in a press conference with Russell Crowe and Christian Bale yesterday for James Mangold's forthcoming western 3:10 to Yuma...due to the obstreperous, borderline bellicose nature of one of my colleagues, it was difficult to get a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; word in edgewise but alle ist en butter... eventually, Crowe revealed that he's not the surly, virtriol 'n vegemite,  telephone-throwing upstart-from-the-land-down-under with everyone at all times...although he did have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to call somebody out for hogging the floor...here's what went down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You playing any music, got any gigs with your band lined up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell Crowe: I think we've got some shows in Jacksonville, FL coming up...looks over to his right: Christian Bale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When you talk to a lot of actors and ask them why they became actors, they talk about 'wanting to dress up, be in a world of fantasy and all those kinds of reasons. Does doing a movie like this really enforce, in some ways, why you guys got into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale: Dress up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ...doing a western, cowboy hats, guns and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: That's pretty good, isn't it? And it's a good list...ride horses...ride with guns , speak in a funny voice, you know, wear pointy boots. It's a good list in terms of what you're talking about and you would approach something like this probably thinking "this is going to be a bit of fun." So I actually looked at it and I said "well, I spent this time of year in Arizona making a western [The Quick and the Dead] back in '93-'94 and that was pleasant. Warm during the day, a little cold late at night but I didn't think much of it, I thought it'd be fine. But then I realized, once I'd gotten there, that Santa Fe is actually seven and a half thousand feet above sea level and it was going to be significantly colder. So, you know, Peter Fonda actually decided [on] a scale. He said, one day he made a stand, he said that he couldn't act on location, in period costume at below 13 degrees and I think [the Screen Actor's Guild] should look into this and I think there should be a scale done. [laughs] And I think there should be certain temperatures, you know, for example [pointing to Bale] where you [can] wear a cape and stuff, and a rubber suit and certain temperatures where you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You ride horses a lot in real life back back home, do you bring a lot of passion into a project like this when you're shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: Yeah, I mean I really enjoy the thought of the story. The main thing is reading the script and seeing the dynamic of the character and on [3:10 to Yuma] it seemed like playing the character was going to be fun, so that's why I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxXo9tLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dFzq1TcngDk/s1600-h/310+YUMA+C+BALE+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxXo9tLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dFzq1TcngDk/s400/310+YUMA+C+BALE+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101619352319145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what appealed to you about the time period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: That it was a short shoot. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: No, the setting, the time period that the story was set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: Oh! I'll leave that up to you, Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: I think it that period of all westerns. It being that period of almost anarchy compared to nowadays. You know, when a man really did have to be self-sufficient. And I think that nowadays we can get away with being very vague about having opinions about things, beliefs in something-- you can kind of get away with being vague about it because there's not that much that seems to directly affect our lives. At that time, you had to be a much stronger-minded individual in order to survive. I find that appealing, to watch people who test their mettle everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you very selective when picking a role? What are your criterion for doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: It's the same as it's always been: "what's the story? What's the character?" That's my finite focus when I read a script. I don't think that I've become more selective over time, I think I came into it being selective, you know? I just do things that appeal to me. And they're not going to always be the sort of things that the head of a studio thinks will appeal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you define what is a good character, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: I think it's always been that way, especially in my life and in the movies, you know, you get a lot of opportunities that come with a big paycheck and all that sort of stuff that doesn't necessarily appeal to you. I know a lot of people that are absolutely dead-set certain that this is something that you will love to do and then you start to read it and there's nothing in it that turns you on. You know, I think you've just got to stay true to yourself in that way. [When] I read a script-- if I get goose bumps and I like what the potential of it is then that's the thing that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rsybjno9tOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BBzOlIaDgpQ/s1600-h/GladiatorBigPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rsybjno9tOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BBzOlIaDgpQ/s400/GladiatorBigPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101623514142455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: James Mangold said that Gladiator felt like a western to him with the story's structure. Is that something you agree with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: Well, I supposed it could be considered a western if you were writing your review in Athens. [laughs] Yeah, I don't know, that's probably more of a film making sort of question, really because we didn't really think about it that way at the time. But, you have common ground, there's like, horses and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Christian, have you been approached to do the new Justice League movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: -- he was offered the role of the Green Lantern but there's no cape, so-- no fucking way. If I don't get that cape, then I won't be doing your movie!  [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you think that would go, if they recast the character of Batman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: As far as that goes, you know, as long as it doesn't tread on the toes of what we're doing, then it's alright. But I think we'd better figure out what we'd start before we start shooting the third one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The relationship that you two have on screen is sort of a friendship but it's based on hate--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: it'd be a "hate-ship", then? [laughs] ...a "dislike-ship"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: -- a "dislike-ship"-- is that something that developed behind the scenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: We didn't do a whole lot of talking about it offscreen. I mean, I tend to feel that if it's working, it's working. We didn't have to sort of sit and dissect the whole thing. I mean, it was pretty evident, it was right there. We both, coming in, knew it was very strong and firm ideas about who we are, so, it was right there. It was self-evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: It's unfortunate that you get to talk 'till the end there because it wasn't fun to go do it again. Perhaps in a more moderate climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: [to Russel] Apparently you were the quickest draw on the set, Mangold was saying earlier, where does that come into play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: I was a rifleman...with the pistols, I didn't even bother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXw3o9tJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/g9nsr6_uXAU/s1600-h/310+yuma+quick+and+dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXw3o9tJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/g9nsr6_uXAU/s400/310+yuma+quick+and+dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101619343729210514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RC: I was really lucky when I came over to do The Quick and the Dead back in '93, that I met this guy Phil Reed, he's an armorer, and, you know, coming from Australia I didn't have any experience with the gun culture [in America]...so, I'd never actually held a hand gun before I was on the set of The Quick and the Dead. So what that guy filled was a complete blank slate, so he could sort of put the information in my head that you need to do that sort of thing. And, over time, and it's been a long time now that I've known Mr. Reed and I've probably done like, maybe half a dozen movies with him and he just keeps giving me the tips. We've actually done silly things like, a long time ago, gone off and done shooting competitions together as a team. But that's a very specific skill, you don't get to use that very often, so it's good when a western comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: It's been a great career for you, the first time I met you, you were up and coming and now you're a huge success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: Just for full disclosure, I went and judged a talent contest at a school that [the Australian journo] was a teacher at, of course he was very desperate to have some credibility with the kids. That would've been about '94 or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie Journo: It was a little later than that, I think...I don't remember now...I also don't appreciate you bringing it up, Russell. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC: Oh, I just think that you've been asking all the damn questions in the room for a while...I just think everybody else needs an explanation as to why you've been so dominant in our conversation. [starts laughing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Christian, do you like being an actor? Is there any other kind of career that you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: I don't look at any difference between movies [and any other job]...movies are not a business to me. Movies are not a business to me, about where the financing's coming from, it's just about the [telling of] the stories and that's the end of it, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxHo9tKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RU6iS5u9l24/s1600-h/310+YUMA+CROWE+FONDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxHo9tKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RU6iS5u9l24/s400/310+YUMA+CROWE+FONDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101619348024177826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UA8cUdmyvMc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UA8cUdmyvMc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...Rated R, 3:10 to Yuma is in theaters nationwide Friday, September 7th...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-1429711687779936840?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/1429711687779936840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=1429711687779936840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1429711687779936840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1429711687779936840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/310-to-yuma-christian-bale-russell.html' title='3:10 to Yuma: Christian Bale &amp; Russell Crowe (Q&amp;A)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsyXxno9tMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/CTYnkfY3Qbo/s72-c/310+YUMA-+CRASH+%26+RUSSELL+CROWE+FLIPPED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-6929963263235886628</id><published>2007-08-19T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:47.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jeter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael gambon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open range'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin costner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diego luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abaham benrubi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert duvall'/><title type='text'>Rewind: Open Range - A New-fangled Western...with a Familiar Formula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_Xo9tEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hnIrHwvqPDY/s1600-h/OPEN+RANG+MARQUEE+POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_Xo9tEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hnIrHwvqPDY/s400/OPEN+RANG+MARQUEE+POSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100635529930454082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...in a couple of days I'm going to cover the new western 3:10 to Yuma and have a sit down with Russell Crowe, Chrisitan Bale and the film's director James Mangold (who,  I found during an interview for another film with Joaquin Phoenix, talked the actor into playing Johnny Cash opposite Reese Witherspoon while having dinner with Joaquin and the Man in Black, himself)...the premise of this newer Western got me wondering if the genre itself had run it's course...I had similar thoughts a couple of years ago when I covered Open Range which, it turns out, even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://archive.salon.com/ent/feature/2003/08/15/open_range/index.html"&gt;Kevin Costner got lampooned by some for shooting it, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  starring in it, etc... I liked it and seeing as the source I reviewed it for is defunct, I thought I'd repost what I wrote because I think it's worth seeing and I still feel now the way I did then about the film and the genre itself ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just when it seemed like this summer’s cinema would be overrun with teen-bopper one-week wonders starring the usual Tigerbeat cover models, Kevin Costner returns with the old fashioned shoot’em up Open Range. The storyline is simple enough: four cattlemen (or free-rangers) drive their herd across the 19th Century American prairie only to encounter a ruthless landowner who doesn’t take to kindly to their ilk and wants to put them in a dirt-nap. After one of their crew gets brutally beaten by a gang of dirtbag lackeys at the general store, action ensues. All of this is standard horse-opera faire but this is a film directed by Kevin Costner so you know it’s gonna be a long one, 2:15 long to be exact - Giddiyap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_3o9tHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZDX05K2hBao/s1600-h/OPEN+RANGE+GROUP+ON+HORSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_3o9tHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ZDX05K2hBao/s400/OPEN+RANGE+GROUP+ON+HORSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100635538520388722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of free-rangers consists of Boss Spearman (Robert Duvall), Charley Waite (Costner), Button (Diego Luna) and Mose (Abraham Benrubi). It quickly becomes clear that the quartet are a tight knit extended family with all of the potential infighting that that would entail – a newer take on the timeworn home on the range cow poke persona. This wandering set of saddle bums are salt-of-the-earth types just trying to make their way in a word that’s learning to settle down so subterfuge is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the film flows, Costner’s portrayal of Charley comes off as what John Dunbar might’ve morphed into had he left Ft. Sedgewick on the wagon with Timmons in Dances with Wolves. Robert Duvall has brought the masses a wide variety of characters throughout the run of his long career on stage and screen. From Col. Kilgore (Apocalypse Now) to Compton (Colors) to the consigliere (Godfathers 1 and 2). Duvall’s turn as Boss Spearman is as textured as the craggy squint lines around the corners of the actor’s eyes. Boss is a composite of all those earlier Duvall characters tempered with age that settles like a fine wine – either you got it or you don’t and dude has got more presence in his pinky than entire casts of other projects out on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskdbHo9tII/AAAAAAAAAfY/FyvD0Vje6JA/s1600-h/openrangepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskdbHo9tII/AAAAAAAAAfY/FyvD0Vje6JA/s400/openrangepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100640404718335106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the film Costner’s direction begins to backslide toward his more maudlin tendencies (a hint of the Postman) but he soon regains footing and moves the storyline on as Charley and Boss saddle up and head into town to do what they gotta do. On their way, the longtime friends continue evaluating themselves (and their place in the changing world) as yet more layers are peeled off to reveal what makes them tick. The cowboy as an effusive conversationalist? The gun-slinger who upchucks at the thought of doing battle? These are a few more of the director’s revisionist twists on the classic western archetype but they work well here. At one point in the film, while talking to Sue Barlow (Annette Bening), Boss likens his relationship with Waite to that of an old married couple without one scintilla of sarcasm – Gold. These characters are not ten feet tall and bullet-proof which is why their realness radiates off the screen and bounce off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_no9tFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/08xWk_Y8jyA/s1600-h/OPEN+RANGE+ANNETTE+BENNING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_no9tFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/08xWk_Y8jyA/s400/OPEN+RANGE+ANNETTE+BENNING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100635534225421394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annette Bening fits snugly into the role of Miss Barlow, the assistant to the town doctor who the free-rangers must visit on several occasions to get patched up – she and Charley eventually become attracted. Their romance is just a footnote, however, because the real meat and potatoes are the way that Boss and Charley lock horns with the wily landowner, Baxter (played by Michael Gambon) and the town sheriff (James Russo) who’s in Baxter’s watch pocket. Baxter is colder than a witch’s tit and the role of horse-town heavy is taken beyond Lee Van Cleef proportions but again, this direction feels appropriate given the setting. The supporting cast offers a memorable workout from the late Michael Jeter who plays a cantankerous (yet hilarious) livery stableman who befriends the main characters and Luna (Y Tu Mama También) has a couple of moments throughout but Duvall is clearly regulating at this particular ro-deo – look for the scene where they tell each other their real names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Costner’s direction of Open Range points to both Sergio Leoni and Clint Eastwood (the marquee poster even looks like a knockoff of the latter’s Oscar winning film) but in the end it is clear that this film is all Costner’s. By reviving a genre that had gone the way of the buffalo, the actor/ director/ producer has brought an end to a ten year creative (and commercial) drought. Costner’s back on the trail and riding tall in the saddle – if you see it in a bin at your video store or it's not in your NetFlix queue, give it a whirl; put it on the list and check it out...it's actually better than a lot of the tripe that's being released as "new"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_no9tGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ohfv7e3qBqM/s1600-h/OPEN+RANGE+COSTNER+DUVALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_no9tGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ohfv7e3qBqM/s400/OPEN+RANGE+COSTNER+DUVALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100635534225421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Studio: Touchstone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Starring: Robert Duvall, Kevin Costner, Annette Bening, Diego Luna, Abraham Benrubi, Michael Gambon, James Russo and Michael Jeter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Director: Kevin Costner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rated: R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-Q_CkowWgQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-Q_CkowWgQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-6929963263235886628?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/6929963263235886628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=6929963263235886628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6929963263235886628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/6929963263235886628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/rewind-open-range-new-fangled.html' title='Rewind: Open Range - A New-fangled Western...with a Familiar Formula'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RskY_Xo9tEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hnIrHwvqPDY/s72-c/OPEN+RANG+MARQUEE+POSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-158511628347676194</id><published>2007-08-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:47.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el cid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flamenco music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flamenco passion and soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entre dos aguas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gino d&apos;auri'/><title type='text'>Gino d’Auri: The Baddest Guitarist You Never Heard…Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlXo9tCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kQ03Zrz2KY0/s1600-h/GINO+GUITAR.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlXo9tCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kQ03Zrz2KY0/s400/GINO+GUITAR.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100282140021339170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was chatting with a friend online in Spain last night and we came across the subject of Flamenco dancing; music and it jogged my memory abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ut a post that I did months ago on my music blog and forgot to link back to on here for whatever reason...I think it's  tale that should be told, so I'll post the original in it's entirety here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...great stories I find buried in my scribbled notes (transcribed from post-its and bar napkins sometimes) is why I always tell my friends/ readers of my blogs never forget to write shit down…I’d forgotten all about this encounter with a great musician I’d had about five years ago, back when I scribed for a long defunct eZine called AtomicLife…I was over in Los Feliz and got an impulsive jones for some Spanish music, I was sitting in the Good Luck Bar (enjoying an after work oat soda, natch) and decided to walk down the street to &lt;a href="http://www.elcidla.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El Cid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this Flamenco Dinner Theater a couple of blocks up, over on Sunset…(I used to frequent the joint when I first got back from NYC because it reminded me of a hole in the wall tapas bar west of 8th Ave. that I used to haunt back there)...the tapas were ok but the Sangria and the dancing is what puts the jam in your jelly donut…so I cross the street, walk over to the restaurant and order a glass of freshly mixed Sangria and begin to wait for the floor show when this wiry, olive-skinned guy walked in and sat on a stool next to me. He ordered what I was having and we raised our glasses with a salut, I noticed he had an acoustic guitar case so I asked him if he was playing and it turned out he was, I also picked up on a thick Italian accent and his English was kinda choppy so I took the liberty to start speaking to him in Spanish and things really took off from there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlHo9tAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3uV-MlamTTU/s1600-h/GINO+FLAMENCO+ALBUM+COVER.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlHo9tAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3uV-MlamTTU/s400/GINO+FLAMENCO+ALBUM+COVER.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100282135726371842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it turns out that this wild-eyed Italian was none other than &lt;a href="http://wc03.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:jzfrxqq5ldae%7ET1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gino d’Auri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  pictured at the header, one of the flamenco guitar greats along the lines of Paco de Lucia (whom d’Auri had played with often and was a friend of his since 1973… (I've written about Paco before &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/30791"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here, on my music blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Gino pointed me to other acts to check like Calo, deFalla and this Indian outfit called Gipsy Unstatia…then, at about our fourth glass of the red stuff, d’Auri delved into what to really listen for in a flamenco song, which I wrote down and will quote here word for word: “In playing flamenco, I search for the ‘cosmic clap’ [great word], the innate pulse that every musician strives for while playing his instrument,” he continued in Spanish. “Some say it’s ‘duende’ or the little devil, the word inspiration isn’t specific enough, and it comes by but briefly in a ‘pelizco’ or an infinitesimal moment.” ...Dude moved to LA in 1967 (from his mouth, not AMG ’s), began making the acoustic rounds and later started recording music with the fusion band Caldera…I see here on these badly scribbled notes from the convo [it quickly dawned on me to start writing down the shit he was dropping on me because it was profound and sincere ]...here’s a quote I found:”These days, many people think that flamenco is about playing 60,000 notes as quickly as possible…my flamenco (playing) is slower, very traditional and down to earth—I may use cello and percussion but it’s done in a traditional way, without lots of notes. For me, the music is about feeling and improvisation. I like to take chances—the communication is better that way”...just above this paragraph is the cover of his 1997 solo LP &lt;a href="http://wm06.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:wbfuxqthldde"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Flamenco: Passion &amp; Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I had on tape but not on mp3…click the link to take a listen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlXo9tBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ixbxrpM2BQY/s1600-h/GINO+FLAMENCO+DANCER.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlXo9tBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ixbxrpM2BQY/s400/GINO+FLAMENCO+DANCER.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100282140021339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Good stuff, yo…Gino gave me his phone number to call him if I was ever in the area again and he’d hook me up…shit, I’d forgotten all about this stuff because I put it in the back of a journal that night which filled it and I started a fresh one the next day…I wonder what Gino’s up to now…he got up from our little impromptu interview, got up on the stage in the other room and rocked the spot for hours as the dancers stomped all around the stage, throwing those frills, kicking those heels and proudly clicking castanets- sweetness…what a night…the whole thing the result of following my muse’s whim—one of those reasons why I don’t dis the musical ju-ju…I find, I’m losing my ability to hablo the ‘spanyole as well as I used to (need to get on that) but I’ve also found that my love for music like this and musicians like Gino and Paco has not ebbed in the slightest…here’s a cut by Paco from 1986’s groundbreaking LP Entre Dos Aguas called “La Nina de Puerta Oscura”...it’s fuckin’ brilliant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background:#000000; width:320; height:141"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:122px;width:320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="320" height="122" name="MOGPlayerYzZprCkEqQj.mp3" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/YzZprCkEqQj.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="100" height="22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/61110" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/61110" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: I looked up the number that Gino had given me but it was no longer working…I looked around the day I originally wrote the piece above and found out that d'Auri had passed two months beforehand, at the end of January, still doing what he loved to do…damn…I’m glad I met the guy….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-158511628347676194?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/61110' title='Gino d’Auri: The Baddest Guitarist You Never Heard…Yet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/158511628347676194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=158511628347676194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/158511628347676194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/158511628347676194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/gino-dauri-baddest-guitarist-you-never.html' title='Gino d’Auri: The Baddest Guitarist You Never Heard…Yet'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsfXlXo9tCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kQ03Zrz2KY0/s72-c/GINO+GUITAR.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-4937943998060442652</id><published>2007-08-17T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:48.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esbjörn Svensson Trio'/><title type='text'>The Esbjörn Svensson Trio is a Bonafide FIND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxqno9s9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/jSmd08uXjGE/s1600-h/ACT_9010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxqno9s9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/jSmd08uXjGE/s400/ACT_9010-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099747867564553170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...Whenever I hear of a newer jazz artist covering the tunage of one of the greats from one of my favorite musical eras 1953-ish to the late 60's (the hard bop period through the avant-garde movement; on into the early fusion stuff), I get a little twitch in the corner of my eye because more often than not, the newer take comes off like a copy of a duplicated facsimilie...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in mimeograph&lt;/span&gt;...or the later effort, as ambitious as it may be, is being attempted by musicians who don't have the chops for the task they've set themselves...(I get a similar feeling when that jazz pianist in the house band on Michael Feldman's NPR quiz show, "Whaddaya Know"-- dude always attempts piano runs that he can never resolve...I turn the radio down every time I hear one coming...the quiz show itself is funny sometimes, though but I'm digressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....such is not this case when the Esbjörn Svensson (piano), Dan Berglund (double bass) and Magnus Östrom (drums) got together as the Esbjörn Svensson Trio and recorded 1997's  "Plays Monk" for EST Records (later to be re-issued on ACT in 2001)...if you read me, then you already know that &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/93814"&gt;I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Thelonious Monk fan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so, when my homebiscuit, Erin turned me on to it I was skeptical...I'd heard about Svensson but never got around to him which I began to regret as the outfit hit the ground running at a crisp, brisk clip with a rendition of "Rhythim-a-Ning" that quickly brought a smile to my face about 20 seconds and the string stuff on " 'Round Midnight" brought a fresher feel to a classic I already knew inside out...and I'm not telling porkie-pies around the campfire, either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxq3o9s-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/n1oSrKomRyc/s1600-h/sjff_01_img0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxq3o9s-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/n1oSrKomRyc/s400/sjff_01_img0503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099747871859520482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going deeper into the album's trackage, one finds that  " Little Rootie Tootie" has some sweet, swinging drum moments and the best way to describe their lugubrious-yet-cheerful rendition of "I Mean You": brush-lush-tastic (another joint on which the drumming shines as Östrom lays down the lutefisk...on "Evidence" the Trio turns up the heat during a brisk workout that puts the spotlight on Esbjörn's who show's that he can punch his body-weight when he's hunched over a piano...unlike the professional amateur mentioned above, Svensson's got the Scandinavian minerals to pull it off...not to get hyperbolic but it's a real revelation to hear someone else vibe on Thelonious' "tongue-in-cheek-complexity" and nail it-- love the way he drops out of that oh-so-Monk run around  4:14...nothin' but the truth, son...they hook shit up later in a similar fashion on "Criss Cross" as well...I found myself liking their rendition of the Monk staple "Bemsha Swing" just as much as I like John Coltrane and Don Cherry's version of it as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxq3o9s_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kfAauySseN0/s1600-h/est+nattjazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxq3o9s_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kfAauySseN0/s400/est+nattjazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099747871859520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...music: it's the gift that keeps on giving...I've been listening to this LP a great deal since I got hooked up with it last month...and the tune I've been really vibing on is the EST's version of "In Walked Bud" which I'll close out this review with (according to lore, this is literally the tune that Esbjörn's father, a jazz musician, himself had spinning on the turntable as his toddler son learned to walk...probably untrue but I like the circle-of-life feel of the tale )...I don't think the Plays Monk is OOP, so if you see that freaky-ass, cubist cover staring at you from a record bin across the room, calmly adjust that fedora (that you're no doubt wearing), look around the room...then slowly ease over to it and snatch it up ...then do that little "Eureka jig" like Walter Huston did in the flick The Treasure of the Sierra Madre...because, Bogey, you've just found yourself some jazz gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(to turn off iVoon to listen to track below, click pause on the clickwheel of the iPod in sidebar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayerapZbxBO7XbO.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/apZbxBO7XbO.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/104729" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/104729" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're down, there's another track available over &lt;a ref="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/104729"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a ref="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/104729"&gt;on my music blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-4937943998060442652?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/104729' title='The Esbjörn Svensson Trio is a Bonafide FIND!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/4937943998060442652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=4937943998060442652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/4937943998060442652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/4937943998060442652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/esbjrn-svensson-trio-is-bonafide-find.html' title='The Esbjörn Svensson Trio is a Bonafide FIND!'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsXxqno9s9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/jSmd08uXjGE/s72-c/ACT_9010-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-4278994734657819771</id><published>2007-08-16T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:49.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimsleur&apos;s language method'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul pimsleur'/><title type='text'>Pimsleur's Audio Books: Müßten Sie etwas Lernen? (Wanna Learn Something?)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlXXo9s3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IrFACV6echQ/s1600-h/3306_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlXXo9s3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IrFACV6echQ/s400/3306_0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099382498991649650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...If you've ever thought about picking up another language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; but don't have the time for all the classes; schlepping around town, let me pull your coat on something that I think will be right up your alley...I've been studying German for the last couple of months and after exploring s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everal different means of study and looking around at the stuff available at the iTunes store,  I've found the language learning system that has yielded the best results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlXno9s4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Z8myZA6Njhk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlXno9s4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Z8myZA6Njhk/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099382503286616962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Man, those schnitzen grübens will wipe you out every time"...You can kick those audiobooks that begin with "Learn In-Flight" to the curb, if you're just beginning and plug into the titles that will hook you up with the Pimsleur System which was developed by the language professor and Fulbright lecturer &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Pimsleur"&gt;Paul Pimsleur&lt;/a&gt; who, while researching the psychology of language learning, developed a means to speed up the language acquisition process-- he started with children who would learn languages without worrying about the mechanics and formalities of structure, the result: Pimsleur's Language Learning System...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSo7no9s8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/nKuGjbgHrR8/s1600-h/0764102842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSo7no9s8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/nKuGjbgHrR8/s400/0764102842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099386420296790978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...while I learned English and later Spanish the "old fashioned way", I've found that using audiobooks that utilize Pimsleur's method along with reading wörterbuchs and cross referencing those with &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=1-0764102842-0"&gt;Henry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=1-0764102842-0"&gt; Strutz' "501 German Verbs, 3rd Edition,&lt;/a&gt; which holds lists of fully conjugated Deutsch, is helping me pick up aspects of the language at a much quicker pace than I ever did when I began the five years of Spanish classes back in High School/ University (I took two years of French in the 9th and 10th grades before that and didn't learn it nearly as quick as I'm picking up this Scheiße...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;...the Pimsleur Methodology goes as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The student listens to a recording on which a native speaker speaks culturally rich phrases in both the foreign language and the language used for teaching (usually English, but the method is not tied to a specific language).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* At precise intervals (graduated intervals), the student is prompted to repeat a phrase after the speaker finishes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The student is then introduced to a new phrase and the meaning is explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* After repeating a couple of times, the student is asked to repeat the previous phrase but borrowing from the words and meaning of the new one (recall and construction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* More new phrases are introduced, while old phrases are prompted at random. The random recall prompts the learner's mind to associate words with meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studies have shown that a relatively small core vocabulary accounts for the majority of words spoken in a particular language. In English, for example, approximately 80 percent of any written text are members of the 2000 most common word families."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSoDXo9s7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/csi54Pi8J2o/s1600-h/lg_sn5438-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSoDXo9s7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/csi54Pi8J2o/s400/lg_sn5438-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099385453929149362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Corpus linguistics compiled for various languages show what number of words is required to cover a certain percentage of the corpus. Data for Indian languages in the CIIL corpus show the number of words required for 50% coverage varies from 199 words in Hindi to 7,699 in Malayalam, while 80% coverage for those languages is 2,874 and 126,344 respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pimsleur method works by teaching core vocabulary that tend to be most often used in everyday activities (i.e. to do, to say, to be, numbers, buying, eating and drinking). Pimsleur rarely teaches grammar, rather letting the student infer the grammar through common patterns in phrases."...&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/22786/the_pimsleur_language_learning_system.html"&gt;read more on the benefits of the method...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I marvel at the learning tools out there today, I can only imagine how much more I could have absorbed back in the day...there's a grip of audiobooks on cassette teaching practically &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.powells.com/s?kw=paul+pimsleur&amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;every language under the sun&lt;/a&gt;...there's just one cock-up with the means I'm using...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlX3o9s5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Whymvf7OPUE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlX3o9s5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Whymvf7OPUE/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099382507581584274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the only real beef that I have right now is that after the first 10 lessons, the price jumps to $106.95 for the next ten (21 to 30)...after that, the German II, Lessons 31 to 60 bounces up to $249.00...but to get the whole ball of wax, Lessons I, II and III, all you've got to do is drop half a grand and you're set...that's a bit rich for my blood at the moment but if I had the means, I'd do it...I've found a couple of learn language sites online with content that has been middling at best and all hard to download...(click the header for the link to a "price beater" site with a grip of these Pimsleur books, both audio and paginated, for cheap)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlYHo9s6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/mtAOodDLGcU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlYHo9s6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/mtAOodDLGcU/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099382511876551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't like to cut corners on stuff like this because you only end up cheating yourself out of a richer learning experience,  so, more than likely I will pony up the dough for more of the lessons after I finish the ones I have in iTunes right now (that is if I don't find CD's of them in the big Library downtown or the one in Glendale or the Pasadena Central Branch)...it'll be well worth the effort if I can score these for the nice price...I'd imagine that these lessons would work well with someone brushing up after years of not speaking a language as well...as one who often has to twist his verbiage around in print, it's clear that I've got a long way to go mit mien Deutsch aber I must admit I've never had more fun picking up a new tongue...I'll be slurring my "r's" like Blazing Saddles' Lili von Schtupp in no time...it's like linguistic crack..."die Sprache ruft zu mir" it be calling me, I tells ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-4278994734657819771?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pimsleuraudio.com/?gclid=CMf7scvn-o0CFRUHWAodJXL5Kg' title='Pimsleur&apos;s Audio Books: Müßten Sie etwas Lernen? 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(Wanna Learn Something?)....'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsSlXXo9s3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IrFACV6echQ/s72-c/3306_0334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-4869970959032484570</id><published>2007-08-15T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:49.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just dropped in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big lebowski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crash Pryor'/><title type='text'>...Sometimes, There's a Man Who Fits Right in There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFogZVRjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BqzmHu0mxDA/s1600-h/biglebowski21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFogZVRjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BqzmHu0mxDA/s400/biglebowski21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098995765306803762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ..."Way out west there was this fella I wanna tell ya about...he called himself "The Dude". Now, "Dude" - there's a name no man would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I found the place so darn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ed interestin'. See, they call Los Angeles the "City Of Angels"; but I didn't find it to be that, exactly. But I'll allow it as there are some nice folks there...after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I'm about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin' every bit as stupefyin' as you'd seen in any of them other places. And in English, too... sometimes there's a man... I won't say a hero, 'cause, what's a hero? Sometimes, there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here - the Dude from Los Angeles. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude. The Dude, from Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man - and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in all of Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide. Sometimes there's a man, sometimes, there's a man... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so the heat in this town has been abominable for the past week-and-change and I remember looking up one day and screeching to the sun in my best Jeff Lebowski/ Bridges drawl: Dude, new shit must come to light"...so I've been doing most of my online work/ studying at the library...from morning, through the day and into the night...what can I say? The A/C is boomin' and its good to see other people toiling at whatever they do on their laptops, sometimes you need to witness first-hand that you're not alone in your exploits  (I've closed the joint about four times so far)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there's a cafe here that sells somewhat overpriced cups of joe/ sandwiches which isn't very cost effective or any better than shite I can bring in myself, so that's what I've been doing-- these days a fool is expediently divested of his loot, even at la biblioteca...after the first couple of days, I started to bring coffee I brewed myself, the way I like it...and I'd worked out a little tip scheme with this female barista wherein I'd get a couple of packets of brown sugar, a little cream and I'd tip her instead of buying a cup of that overheated, overpriced swamp water...und alles war mit der Welt gut...well, all was good with the world until today, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFUQZVRfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/x9ZutbjIldM/s1600-h/big-lebowski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFUQZVRfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/x9ZutbjIldM/s400/big-lebowski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098995417414452722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."This agression will not stand, man"...the regular lady wasn't there, so I asked this white-haired, white guy if it'd be cool if I got a couple of packets of the sweet stuff..."what and not buy any coffee?"...well, yeah, I have my own..."Well, I think not."...there were a couple of other people sitting around and, as I jacked into the vitriolic fury that only a man, jonesing for caffeine while trying to quit smoking can feel, I looked him straight in the eye and said: "thanks very much, punk"...I could've continued and offered to pay for the sugar, which I started to do...but then I looked at the way that fucking homunculous' attitude changed when he thought I wasn't going to proffer any loot and it sickened me...would all of the wheels have fallen off the wagon if he'd given me two packets of sugar? I understand the laws of supply and demand and all but damn son..."mark it zero, dude..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFUgZVRgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XeMhnNtRjrE/s1600-h/big115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFUgZVRgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XeMhnNtRjrE/s400/big115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098995421709420034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then there's the "testosterone thing"...I wasn't going to give that macrocephalic oldster the satisfaction...something in his tone didn't jibe (women, I know this sounds crazy but men go through little pissing contests such as this all day, every day...whether we'll admit or not is another issue altogether...just accept it...I have)...I didn't threaten to throw him a beating as a younger me might've...I passed and am now drinking my coffee sans sugar and milk...as I do so...I'll live...the question is, would I ever sink to that if my life were so drab that I found satisfaction in condiment blocking (when one of those cardboard-hatted, fast food people standing behind on of those cash registers with the little pictures on 'em, act like they're giving you ketchup that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEY THEMSELVES BOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;,  when you ask for a couple more...when they finally acquiesce to your plaintive beseeches, they do so grudgingly...like they're doling out loaves 'n fishes...what the fuck is THAT all about?)...would I suck the bullet out of a barrel, rather than take that exit to McJobland?...I think not...whatever's clever, son...keep your fucking sugar...I'll wait for that cool chick to return...hope this gig in foisting bad java on the world pans out for you...I'll live, besides, things could be worse...I could have YOUR GIG...and just to give you a feeling what straight black coffee does to me on an empty stomach, I leave you with this Jackie Treehorn, Gutterball Production...(to stop the tunes in the iVoon, just click stop on the iPod)...laters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Z423wD7c8g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Z423wD7c8g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-4869970959032484570?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/4869970959032484570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=4869970959032484570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/4869970959032484570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/4869970959032484570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-theres-man-who-fits-right-in.html' title='...Sometimes, There&apos;s a Man Who Fits Right in There...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsNFogZVRjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BqzmHu0mxDA/s72-c/biglebowski21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-8835510118725921021</id><published>2007-08-14T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:50.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl rove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strom thurman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Jefferson; Scooter Libby'/><title type='text'>Karl Rove: Can the Turd Blossom Get His Frog-March, Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCmwZVRaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AA6Jd03soIw/s1600-h/karl_rove_architect-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCmwZVRaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AA6Jd03soIw/s400/karl_rove_architect-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098710961730438562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...man, that's one spooky picture, ain't it?...I don't know if its some primal, atavistic urge that I'm tapping into or not but I'm praying, with fingers and toes crossed, that Karl Rove gets frog-marched from the court room on C-Span, the cuffs slapped on his wrists just before he's man-handled, kicking and wincing out of the court room on C-Span...a fitting beginning to a punishment long overdue...say what you will about my tendency to lean left; think of my fellow human being but Karl Rove was never one of the "good ones gone wrong" he's been a radioactive turd of darkness floating in the back channels of beltway policy for years now, which seemed to be justified when his boy, Bush the Younger squeaked into office in 2000 on a technicality that Americans never saw coming...seems like he'd been honing that talent for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the fall of 1970, Rove used a false identity to enter the campaign office of Democrat Alan J. Dixon, who was running for Illinois State Treasurer, and stole 1000 sheets of paper with campaign letterhead. Rove then printed fake campaign rally fliers promising "free beer, free food, girls and a good time for nothing", and distributed them at rock concerts and homeless shelters, with the effect of disrupting Dixon's rally (Dixon eventually won the election). Rove's role would not become publicly known until August 1973."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCngZVRdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xcADGzHlwuI/s1600-h/ROVE+n+BUSH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCngZVRdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xcADGzHlwuI/s400/ROVE+n+BUSH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098710974615340498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just lookit...look at those two staring, ever so tenderly at each other...heckuva job, Turd Blossom...doesn't it just make you want to bust out crying...well, don't it?...it seems this guy's had a penchant for seeing around corners while working in the muck-filled runnels of Presidential campaigning...and lately, since it seems that members of Bush' administration walk around like those diplomatic immunity-crazy Afrikaners in the Lethal Weapon movie with some invisible force-field of media retardant Teflon while pulling the "Executive Privilege" card...they all but had Clinton drawn and quartered for getting a BJ...a small but politically influential group of people (of which Rove is a member) have pulled scams that make Iran Contra-era Reagan Admin Loyalists look like a bunch of Keystone Cops...hundreds of thousands, if not millions,  of civilian Iraqi deaths, trillions of dollars spent on a war that the general public (and all but a few members of the House and Senate were frightened into making after 911 when Bush made that "smoking gun will be a mushroom cloud" remark......blessed be Congresswoman Barbara Lee (D) who was the sole "nay" when KR and his crew were "slam dunking" thier way to that fiasco of foreign policy that was originally going to be named "Operation Iraqi Liberation" until somebody dropped dime and pointed out what the acronym would spell out) ..."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We must not rush to judgment. Far too many innocent people have already died. Our country is in mourning. If we rush to launch a counterattack, we run too great a risk that women, children, and other noncombatants will be caught in the crossfire.&lt;/span&gt;" here's a link &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20050923070551/http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/news/archive/2001/09/15/state1844EDT0072.DTL"&gt;to the verbiage of Congresswoman Lee's sole dissenting voice&lt;/a&gt;...her words proved prophetic (hindsight 20/20 and all that, I guess)...from what I've read on research on him, Rove's fingerprints are all over the place....not only does he know where all the bodies are buried...he knows what brand of lime was placed over the corpses...I think of all of this &lt;a href="http://www.mindfully.org/Water/2003/Karl-Rove-Salmon-Killer30jul03.htm"&gt;and other less known&lt;/a&gt; and it makes my skin start leaking when I wonder what he's up to now...what kind of political horror-show DON'T we know about...nobody can beat the clock...time always prevails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."A word to the wise is infuriating", if I might quote Hunter S Thompson...That Rove has actually deigned to leave at all while the level of hubris for this Administration reaches critical mass (a feat in and of itself) is telling, I don't know where all those rubes who fell for the skullduggery, truth obfuscating and misdirection that made minced meat out of John Kerry's message in 2004 but I do recall throwing up in my mouth when I heard of those Swiff Boat dudes...remember how the GOP trivialized the Purple heart by wearing those purple band aids?...Remember that purple ink on their fingers...that the media fails to report any of this in detail but can offer pages and pages of minutia about on Nicole Richie's dietary in intake is telling...I'm not saying that the latter is Rove's fault but he's definitely had a hand in making being uninformed and disenchanted with hard news on the political front what it is today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCnAZVRcI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PBtDj8O1Y-o/s1600-h/Karl-Rove-Salmon-Killer30jul03.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCnAZVRcI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PBtDj8O1Y-o/s400/Karl-Rove-Salmon-Killer30jul03.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098710966025405890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my stomach turned and I wanted to projectile vomit on multiple occasions while I watched &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/architect/view/"&gt;this series about him on FrontLine: Karl Rove  -- The Architect&lt;/a&gt; (the landing page itself is a veritable treasure trove of Rovian factoids that, when seen grouped together,  really do bring this guy's life of political malfeasance into sharper relief...the stove-pipe hat and handlebar mustache were pencilled-on way  back before he even worked for Bush the Elder (who fired his ass outright for trying to pull off the very shenanigans that would get Bush II into the Oval Office...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ever hear about the push polling he launched against Anne Richards in Texas where the automated voice-over asks in the thrust of it's campaign patter if the caller would still vote for Richards if they knew that her campaign staff was over-run by lesbians?...she lost...later, he pulled out the shower shank on John McCain with similar tactics in South Carolina...""would you vote for John McCain if you knew he had adopted a black child which he parented with a black woman?"...it worked like gangbusters in ultra-red South Cacka-lackey, where racism and politics still run as strident and free as the bulls of San Fermin on the streets of Pamplona...being a southerner, and seeing living, breathing "Dixiecrats" all around me coming up,  it's hard not to see the irony in that last little act of treachery being committed in the home state of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strom_Thurman"&gt;that hypocritical bigot Strom Thurman&lt;/a&gt; who had an extraordinarily lengthy political career built on a foundation of a race-baiting political platform...later, a little after his death it was revealed that he had fathered a child with a teenaged maid way back in the day...let's get real, there's been scumbags like Thurman and Rove involved in politics throughout the course of human history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...their bloodsucking ilk have been in our midst from the days that &lt;a href="http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/ancient/hamcode.html"&gt;Hammurabi sat down to write his code of law&lt;/a&gt;, written ironically in Mesopotamia back in 1760 BC...&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mesopotamia"&gt;the latter, would also drip with irony, if it weren't so sad&lt;/a&gt; ...still, I can't think of one person who's oily touch seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once...is that him making sure Jack Ruby puts a pill in the right patsy?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCnAZVRbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2wRCgkTuaCk/s1600-h/jfkoswald-rove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCnAZVRbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2wRCgkTuaCk/s400/jfkoswald-rove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098710966025405874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not to put too fine a point on what I'm saying here but Karl Rove is one of those motherfuckers that I'd lay out long scratch to see  tarred-and-feathered (by the same means that he'd done so with his political enemies past, some, like Valerie Plame's husband Joseph Wilson for simply telling the truth when all the Rove wanted was to sell us the big lie by any means necessary...I want to see his ass thrown under the jail and thrown under a jail and every nanosecond of a his stay chronicled on DVD, like an episode of Oz for posterity's sake; kept in that time capsule of our national brain trust...I'm dreaming out loud again, ain't I?...we already know that such is never has been and never will be tjhe case with the thugs running the current administration...they just screw things up, steal as much as possible (by way of kickbacks from corporate cronies who have all let themselves go)...it goes on and on...I just hope the Democrats have the political minerals to &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/international/story/0,,2148348,00.html"&gt;to stay focused on his slippery, eel-like ass&lt;/a&gt;...if they don't, they'll be complicit in letting one of the biggest criminals slip right through their fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...politicos with "daddy issues unite: he was kicked off of Bush the elder's team, only to be hired by Bush the younger to do those things that got him fired by his father..."Rove was fired from the 1992 Bush presidential campaign after he planted a negative story with columnist Robert Novak about dissatisfaction with campaign fundraising chief Robert Mosbacher Jr. (Esquire Magazine, January 2003). Novak provided some evidence of motive in his column describing the firing of Mosbacher by former Senator Phil Gramm: "Also attending the session was political consultant Karl Rove, who had been shoved aside by Mosbacher." Novak and Rove deny that Rove was the leaker"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..."When the politicians complain that TV turns the proceedings into a circus, it should be made clear that the circus was already there, and that TV has merely demonstrated that not all the performers are well trained."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Edward R. Murrow --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a few weeks ago &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/lying-ass-bitches-2nd-coming.html"&gt;thoughts similar to these surfaced in my mind&lt;/a&gt;  vis-a-vis the recently released I. Scooter Libby...cheating has become such a substantive part of the GOP modus operandi, that it has begun to leak over into all other aspects of the political process so many ways that it's hard to recollect a time when things weren't so unabashedly covert and cut throat......the ubiquitous use of the underhanded tactics mentioned above and a grip of others that I haven't mentioned,  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Rove"&gt;(so check the links that I drop, son)&lt;/a&gt; ...see for yourself...take-no-prisoners-partisanship has became the coin of the relm while Rove was slithering around the halls of the White House...his tactics have made him politically radioactive (even for this administration) and he's being thrown under the bus...probably to pre-emptively run interference for something much more ominous but lets not get ahead of ourselves...one crook at a time, roight?...I've said it on here more than once and I'll re-iterate: what is past is prologue and based on what I've learned over the past six and a half years is that no matter what goes down, people like this guy will more than likely slide off and slip back into the dark swamp they rose from...only this time they'll have a lucrative lobbying gig, maybe even write a book or two...I know Rove's due at least one tell-all, as he begins working on re-writing the scandal and blood soaked history that he, himself helped bring to fruition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCngZVReI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1xAE8YzeE7E/s1600-h/rove_arrested.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCngZVReI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1xAE8YzeE7E/s400/rove_arrested.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098710974615340514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't think he'll be able to totally pull off that last caper, I mentioned...too many eyeballs...too many people wired in...maybe if this were William Randolph Hearst's day, he'd be able to...more and more people are getting the zap on their domes and looking beyond the info-holes run by that handful of media giants...that "the-bigger-the-lie-the-more-people-will-believe-it" angle has gone the way of the Schickelgrüber...slowly but surely the cadre of loyal anti-constitution crooks, corporate shills, arm-chair generals and draft-dodging chicken hawks is thinning in their numbers...the re-tooling that this lot has done on all the moving parts under the hood of our nation's Democracy will take decades to uncover...I shudder at the thought...laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-8835510118725921021?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/8835510118725921021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=8835510118725921021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/8835510118725921021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/8835510118725921021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/karl-rove-can-turd-blossom-get-his-frog.html' title='Karl Rove: Can the Turd Blossom Get His Frog-March, Please?'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsJCmwZVRaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AA6Jd03soIw/s72-c/karl_rove_architect-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-2859083904425306991</id><published>2007-08-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:51.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarence Clemons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E Street Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Spingsteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nils Lofgren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Born in the USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stevie Van Zandt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Wienberg'/><title type='text'>On Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen Springs Eternal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VQZVRUI/AAAAAAAAAao/RdX35npHYJk/s1600-h/AlbumCovers-BruceSpringsteen-BornintheU.S.A.%281984%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VQZVRUI/AAAAAAAAAao/RdX35npHYJk/s400/AlbumCovers-BruceSpringsteen-BornintheU.S.A.%281984%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098276353989756226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've had cuts from  this LP on me for years on cassette and burned on CDS, when I got my shite digitized I scooped some of it's tunage in that Greatest Hits joint but it was just until a couple of days ago that I realized the import of what this, Bruce Springsteen's 7th LP at that point, meant when it dropped back in the summer of 1984...hard to believe it's been 23 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this was the joint that made me double back and take another look at the earlier stuff with a clearer lens, er, ear... it was hard for me to grasp a lot of what was being written between the lines of the lyrics on tunes like "Downbound Train" and "Working on the Highway" and "Darlington County"...I wasn't stupid, either and there was a palpable shift in the way earthly things were going, obvious even to a kid...I hadn't been anywhere yet and if I'd started believing what people were telling me (stop writing in your journal, listening to that "jungle music", rock,  and learn a shop trade), I'd probably still be there doing something less than fulfilling, creatively or otherwise...but I'm not...this was back when you sat down with an album and read all the lyrics/ credits in the jacket as you listened and learned...ain't music grand?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC79wZVRZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UhsJ7NZSzo8/s1600-h/bruceband72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC79wZVRZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UhsJ7NZSzo8/s400/bruceband72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098281447820969362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was still wet behind the ears, to be certain, but I had a bit of pre-internet savvy while watching the bands perform in video on the (then) new MTV network (which was still in the throes of learning what it wanted to be..kinda like my teenaged self back then)...No, I wasn't what the Spaniards would call "mundial" by any stretch but I was tuned in enough to tap into the verbiage on tunes like "Working on the Highway", "Cover Me" and "Dancing in the Dark" (which would become an  MTV staple; help launch Courtney Coxx' acting career...who knew "Friends" would become the monstrosity that it got to be?...it just dawned on me that I always liked that the protagonist was giving the middle finger to his troubles and was still trying to write some shite down anyway)...so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; when it started for the  young "Crash"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VwZVRWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-uMJ5jqf_iQ/s1600-h/bloodbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VwZVRWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-uMJ5jqf_iQ/s400/bloodbrothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098276362579690850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at any rate, I clearly recall that it was a time when, Grecian Formula'd Bald Eagles swooped back and forth across the Cold War skies, as Michael Franti, formerly the front man of the Disposable Heroes of HipHoprisy might've put it) and times were a trifle tough for a grip of us in America...people like my folks who worked hard for their pay doing jobs that required uniforms and name tags...kinda like right now...yeah, I was too young to tap into the pain that my parents were going through but, hindsight 20/20, I now understand why, when my mom got her brand new Columbia House subscription, this was one of the first LP's that she ordered...as soon as she got home it was this album and then some David Bowie (Let's Dance)...people weren't crankin' that kinda shite in my sepia-toned neighborhood (at least not at the Tufnel-esque levels that she would when she was getting her post-work swerve on)...she played Born in the USA a lot, it seemed while she kicked it out on our balcony figuring out how she was going to rob Peter to pay Paul.....she'd crank tunes like "I'm Going Down", "Cover Me" or "I'm on Fire" and sometimes (especially on Fridays) she'd bump "Glory Days" like it was going out of style...it took me a minute to figure out how she could program the turntable arm to jump to that cut without getting up to do so herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in my travels I've met people who could never get into "The Boss' " sound and sometimes, even when they  could check an LP like Nebraska, they just didn't cotton to Born in the USA for some reason...a grip of European friends think that Springsteen's Jersey Bard stance can get a trifle sappy but to that I say, this is one of dude's best offerings, his word smithing is in top form and I especially liked that he got salty and took issue with Ronnie Ray-Gun's administration and other conservative corporate shills who tried to utilize "Born in the USA" as a campaign theme song...Too, there's a lot of lesser known tracks like "Bobby Jean" and "No Surrender" that are evocative of that quintessential, individualist spirit that was once thought of an influenza that only certain people were born with... I don't think so, I just think dude was in the right place at the right time doing what he'd always done...when I lived in New York, I had a friend from university who lived in Red Bank, NJ (Bruce's stomping grounds)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VwZVRVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/s5RoO2J0Wn4/s1600-h/bruce_and_clarence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VwZVRVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/s5RoO2J0Wn4/s400/bruce_and_clarence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098276362579690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Listen, Mister back in the early 90s, sometimes I'd escape Gotham and all that that would entail and take the NJT PATH train over to the Garden State for a weekend to visit Jennifer and her husband perform in their Blues outfit, &lt;a href="http://www.terraplaneblues.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Terraplane Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , we'd suck down shots and pitchers at Jersey clubs with tiny stages in 'em...the same stages that people like Bruce,  Stevie Van Zandt and a grip of others who have "made it out" used to perform on when they needed a place to sharpen their chops while keeping the rain off their heads...this was many years before The Sopranos hit the airwaves and skewed everyone's perspectives on how it really is; you could still feel that "rock-n-roll" elan coursing in the fiber of the dark hardwood that the interior of these places are lined with(probably still can but I haven't been there in a minute, so I'm spitballing)...it smacked of visiting Colonial Williamsburg, VA as a kid growing up down in the mid-Atlantic South...seafood, caught hours beforehand, fresh out of the Chesapeake Bay...hearing the cicadas' loud trills in the treetops every couple of years...you couldn't forget it if you wanted to...the timber's so old and has been used for so long that  all of  the lies have been worn out of 'em...on the music tip, in East Jersey's case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3WAZVRYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/QvlSDg4ZQcA/s1600-h/zap_bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3WAZVRYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/QvlSDg4ZQcA/s400/zap_bruce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098276366874658178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I haven't seen 'em in about five years but I know that my friends are still rockin' out there, holding down day gigs and keeping it real by night... I launch my love out into the cosmos at 'em every chance I get...and every time I do so, like I'm doing right now as I type this, I feel like one of those characters in a Springsteen tune who "when they feel like crying, [they] start laughing, thinking 'bout -- Glory Days"...there's a reason that this is one of my favorite rock albums from my teenage years on up to the now, aught seven...it has always spoken to the inner working-class guy buried inside me somehow and these last seven years his voice has gotten louder and louder...more poignant, as it were..."on Main Street, whitewashed windows and vacant stores...seems like there ain't nobody want to come down here no more"...having traveled through some of those forgotten hamlets that people like to talk about passing through but never stopping at, when I was on the road playing all over the East Coast, I know that there's a truth in the things that this LP covers that isn't sexy but remains relevant, especially now which is part of why I still like it so much...dude's saying something, here...rarely do I admit this because she'd never let me live it down but: my mom was onto something back in the day that she knew I'd understand decades later...and now I do...man, those years sure pass right on by you, don't they?...like "in the wink of a young girl's eye"...it's all good, though...Been "Working on the Highway" all day?...Well, pull up a chair, son and sit a spell... take a listen...I got this round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background:#000000; 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color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...an extra pat of butter to the Pimp (once again) for reminding me of an LP that I slipped on...you can check a couple more tunes from this LP on &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/103496"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my music blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-2859083904425306991?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/103496' title='On Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen Springs Eternal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/2859083904425306991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=2859083904425306991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2859083904425306991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2859083904425306991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-born-in-usa-bruce-springsteen.html' title='On Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen Springs Eternal'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RsC3VQZVRUI/AAAAAAAAAao/RdX35npHYJk/s72-c/AlbumCovers-BruceSpringsteen-BornintheU.S.A.%281984%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-3953164286805654832</id><published>2007-08-11T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:51.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allen Ginsberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beat Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunflower Sutra'/><title type='text'>Ginsberg's Sunflower Sutra: The Beat Goes On...In Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJQZVRTI/AAAAAAAAAag/DCuxRuzLICs/s1600-h/ginsberg_enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJQZVRTI/AAAAAAAAAag/DCuxRuzLICs/s400/ginsberg_enlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097539475040716082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lately, I've been craving the prose of Ginsberg...I've always adored The Sunflower Sutra...because, like the sun does for the Helianthus Annuus, it has always lent me psychic nourishment and more recently its helped replenish the expended stores of optimism I had begun to suckle from several months ago as I watched the last of it circling the drain, seeping into the barren ground that had become the soil of my inner self;  as the world seemed to wax into a solemn quiet all around me, they gathered in silent gaggles, muted herds;  a collective hush that would bear witness to another anonymous expiration on the troubled side of town; a fresh denouement realized...they'll wait for it  altogether,  while listening with pricked ears, attentive, anticipating the whisper-like groan that would be my ultimate rattle of breath; the moment of demarcation crossed when I break under the weight of youthful aspiration gone all kinds of wrong...as I go to the other side...but Allen's words always help me remember why I've done things the way I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."poor dead flower, when did you forget you were a flower?"...I'm too far along to refocus; desist with the existential search...I'm Ahab in the crow's nest of the quotidian, squinting through a sextant pointed towards that place where the heavens and earth meld, surveying the azure horizon for some huge ivory hump, the telltale funnel of spume that will inform; guide me onward..be it tangible or imagined, I'm consumed with the follow through...the scrape takes on a clayish form and even though the blade of my shovel has gotten dull around the edges, I still attack said trench with eyes scanning crazily; my hands grasping blindly for purchase...the crowd of spectators looking down at me continues to expand..."and you there, standing in the sunset", staring down on me with creaky, crooked grins will have to wait a while yet...best be on your way...as there will be no sermons to the soul for this one, here...at least not today...for I am still a beautiful sunflower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJAZVRRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/inU56QzLhGU/s1600-h/sunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJAZVRRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/inU56QzLhGU/s400/sunflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097539470745748754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/103036" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1955 - Allen Ginsberg recites the poem “Howl” at the Six Gallery in San Francisco with Philip Lamantia, Michael McClure, Gary Snyder, and Phil Whalen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1956 - Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s City Lights Books publishes “Howl,” and “America” is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1957 - Ferlinghetti is arrested and taken to trial for publishing “Howl,” which is deemed “obscene material.” Jack Kerouac’s On The Road hits the bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1961 - Ginsberg’s Kaddish And Other Poems is published, featuring the epic ode to his mother's tragic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1962 - The “Howl” obscenity trial comes to a close, and the not-guilty verdict is announced, bringing even more publicity to Ginsberg and the Beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1963 - Reality Sandwiches is released, and Ginsberg goes on a pilgrimage to India. William Carlos Williams, one of the first major poets to support Ginsberg’s style, dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1965 - Ginsberg takes the Beat movement abroad, reading at the Royal Albert Hall in Britain, invoking the underground scene in Europe. Additionally, the poet travels around the continent spreading the tenets of new consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1967 - Allen Ginsberg joins Michael McClure, who’d read with him at the legendary Six Gallery session a decade earlier, at San Francisco’s Be-In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1969    Jack Kerouac, Ginsberg’s longtime friend and fellow Beat writer, dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1970 - After meeting Chogyam Rungpa Rinpoche, Ginsberg becomes a follower of the Tibetan guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1974 - Allen Ginsberg is given the National Book Award for poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1977 - Ginsberg collaborates with Bob Dylan on the film Renaldo And Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Ginsberg continues to buck the system’s censorship policies with PEN (the Poets, Essayists, Editors, Novelists Club), the ACLU, and an small army of lawyers to contest Jesse Helms’ indecent language laws imposed on the FCC, which would ban broadcasts of anything deemed "indecent/ obscene" from the nation’s airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Allen Ginsberg dies in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJAZVRSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gLeSDZFJQyU/s1600-h/AllenGinsbergNumber2blkongld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJAZVRSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gLeSDZFJQyU/s400/AllenGinsbergNumber2blkongld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097539470745748770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Although Allen Ginsberg’s father was a published poet himself, he urged his son toward a degree in law. Allen continued on this scholastic path until he met Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, and Neal Cassady during his first year at Columbia University in New York, his introduction to the burgeoning counterculture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Shortly after meeting fellow Patersonian/poet William Carlos Williams, Ginsberg headed west to the fertile poetry scene of San Francisco.  There he burst onto the scene with the premiere oration of “Howl.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Ginsberg’s style of free verse, typified in “Howl,” helped to turn conventional poetry standards upside down. The stream of consciousness flow of his works seemed to follow impromptu speech patterns as opposed to a formulaic template, which was unheard of in the intellectual brain trust at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    The poem “Howl” has become one of, if not the, definitive beat era writings (in spite of mainstream attempts to discredit its form). Ironically, Ginsberg admitted later that he’d never intended to recite or publish it. He’d written it to share with his chum Jack Kerouac. When it was finally put to print, only a few hundred copies were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    In the early ’60s Ginsberg joined the fold of Timothy Leary’s crusade supporting the “new” drug LSD. Both made concerted attempts to get celebrities and artists such as Thelonious Monk, William De Kooning, and even Jack Kerouac turned on to the psychotropic drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Allen Ginsberg appeared in Bob Dylan’s video Subterranean Homesick Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Ginsberg’s provocative means of expression rarely wavered in an artistic careerspan riddled with right-wing bridge burnings in America and abroad. He also got booted out of both Czechoslovakia and Cuba in 1965 for his candor while orating his opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    At the time, the iconoclastic viewpoints of the beatniks gained an unsavory reception from the “straight” public. Exploring Eastern philosophies (specifically Zen Buddhism) and alternate lifestyles, later, the scene becoming almost cliché, got them written off as cultists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Ginsberg’s writing style echoed the patterns refined by the likes of American poets such as Walt Whitman (considered by some to be the original beat poet) and Ezra Pound, who forged prose standards based on American speech rhythms. Taking this principle a step further, the beat poets incorporated the harmonic flow of the purest forms of American music, jazz, and blues into their newer beat equation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-3953164286805654832?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/3953164286805654832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=3953164286805654832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3953164286805654832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3953164286805654832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/ginsbergs-sunflower-sutra-beat-goes-on.html' title='Ginsberg&apos;s Sunflower Sutra: The Beat Goes On...In Me.'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rr4ZJQZVRTI/AAAAAAAAAag/DCuxRuzLICs/s72-c/ginsberg_enlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5457675874365210587</id><published>2007-08-10T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:51.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 gallon tank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoon'/><title type='text'>Spoon + Breakin' Baby + 30 Gallon Tank = CrashUp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rrz9qAZVRQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/xJEAY4UQBsg/s1600-h/30gallon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rrz9qAZVRQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/xJEAY4UQBsg/s400/30gallon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097227776379143426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...from the "You-got-chocolate-in-my-peanut-butter; You-got-peanut butter-in-my-chocolate" Dept:  I was listening to Spoon's 30 Gallon Tank EP when I checked this YouTube of a breakdancing baby that somebody shot me...he can't pop for shite, but this toddler rocks wild with the freezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqjS-KOCfZU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqjS-KOCfZU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...press play on the  YouTube above (turn the volume down) and then start the mp3 player below and check it...this kid got mad skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/102824" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5457675874365210587?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5457675874365210587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5457675874365210587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5457675874365210587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5457675874365210587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/spoon-breakin-baby-30-gallon-tank.html' title='Spoon + Breakin&apos; Baby + 30 Gallon Tank = CrashUp...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rrz9qAZVRQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/xJEAY4UQBsg/s72-c/30gallon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-7940746232525717170</id><published>2007-08-09T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:52.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appetite for destruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns &apos;n roses'/><title type='text'>...My Appetite for Destruction Meets The Pimp…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rru-AQZVRPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rp7h4CxZzl4/s1600-h/guns-n-roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rru-AQZVRPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rp7h4CxZzl4/s400/guns-n-roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096876314910344434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...About a week or so ago, I was sitting outside doing a little sippin' and scribin' at a cafe when this Rico Suave-lookin' dude drove past with some big-haired chick pumping the Extreme's "More Than Words" and it made me want to chunder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it reminded me of when I had to do this gig at a high school in BFE North or South Cack-a-lackey back in the day and while we waited to go on stage that song came on and the whole band groaned in unison: "it's going to be a looong night, fellas"...so we got good and plastered before stumbling out and started to musically whore ourselves out for a couple of sets-- we were tight enough to phone it in, though...hell, I even managed not to cuss 'n shite...(shows like that is one of the reasons I still don't trust managers of any stripe to this day-- no matter what happens, they still get their cut)...I'd imagine that the dude sitting in that muscle car at the stoplight was staring ever-so-tenderly into that chick's heavily mascara'd eyes (behind those mirrored wraparound shades he was rocking on his grill) but that's neither here nor there...whatever, I still felt like puking at the blatant, overall sappiness of that tune and how its now being used to say, urp, "more than words" at weddings these days...the horror...the horror...I felt compelled to bump something from back then that sounded like it had a pair...that used to get me going in the other direction as I do like &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/90646"&gt;some of the shite from back then&lt;/a&gt; , you know but alas, the LP I wanted wasn't to be found on hand...I put the word out and got the hook from the Rock 'n Roll Pimp (one of my homebiscuits from MOG)...the big hair had it's time but now 99% of the people I see sporting the look weren't even cilia when bands like G 'n R dropped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rru-AAZVRNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/da4mUrxLTxk/s1600-h/Guns_N%27_Roses+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rru-AAZVRNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/da4mUrxLTxk/s400/Guns_N%27_Roses+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096876310615377106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...corn braids, car crashes and overall craziness aside, I will admit that I used to pump the shit out of Appetite for Destruction...I remember seeing this video as a kid thinking..."man, California's full of  freak-a-zoids...my people...I gotta see that place"...funnily enough, I used to live a couple of blocks from where Axl got off the bus in the video for a minute...a "welcome to Los Angeles, hayseed" anthem if ever there was one...nothing like hearing a tune like "Paradise City" on the radio as you pull into your town after being on the road for a couple of months, either...although I've since had thoughts of shooting off to other places, I'm still playing around in the jungle...for now...this one's for Keith and all you other born-again-hard rock 'n rollers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rru-AQZVROI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QXwvtymgNb0/s1600-h/GUNS+n+ROSES+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrojaQZVRKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sPHW7rR-3eo/s400/uncle_sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096424862307927202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture says a lot...I fell asleep last night with the radio on and had some really fucked up, foreboding dreams while I slept...I guess it didn't help that I was reading that book Nemesis last night...when I rose, Thom Hartmann's show was in full swing and now I know why my skin was leaking in my slumber...this tune is fitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/102198" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in this hardwired age, the changes will be swifter than any&lt;br /&gt;thing ever witnessed in ages past....I liken it to a description I used in another piece...&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/92316"&gt;during the Scooter Libby trials...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...in the book the author likens Nemesis more along the lines of Brünnhilde who was featured in the epic poem Nibelungenlied (The Song of Nibelungs) and later in Wagner’s operatic adaptation Der Ring des Nibelungen ...as the book I’m reading points out , Nemesis is a lot like the fictional Norse queen who “collects heroes not fools and hypocrites…Brünnhilde’s way of announcing herself applies also to Nemesis: Nur Todgeweihten taugt mein Anblick (only the doomed see me)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be visited by our Nemesis (greed) from within because multi-nationals, unlike those in every other industrialized nation,  no longer protects it's own nation's economy with tariffs-- a practice that really gained traction during the, "less government/ more privitization" voodoo economic influx that was the Reagan era and has grown into what we have now - loss of manufacturing jobs, the dollar in the toilet...a rising tide apparently does NOT lift all boats, not when most people are staying afloat in shoddy rafts while a select few look down from the heights of a Titanic-sized deck...and those who aren't on a raft are on inner tubes...or even worse, toiling away in steerage, like property...according to an article in Britain's Telegraph, that Hartmann pointed to, China's preparing to throw down the nuclear gauntlet...&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/money/main.jhtml?xml=/money/2007/08/08/cnchina108.xml"&gt;or making noises like they are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Described as China's "nuclear option" in the state media, such action could trigger a dollar crash at a time wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en the US currency is breaking down through historic support levels."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...26 years of insane conservative, anti-government economic policy has shifted the US from the world's largest creditor to its biggest debtor...we've been sucked in like a bunch of crack whores forced to fiscally fellate the two largest holders of our rapidly deflating Bonds: China and Saudi Arabia...when we say nuclear holocaust, we tend to think of the literal image of a mushroom cloud...could the next one be a financial blow out? We're stretched so thin and perched precariously for some sort of fall, it seems, so in my mind's eye, it's only a matter of time before the other shoe falls...the recession is coming and it ain't going to be anything like the crash of '29...it'll be exponentially worse...so brace yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Beijing may use its 1.3 trillion dollars of the Treasury Bills that we've sold to them, if we don't cotton to their whims...if they start dumping those bonds, those living in America will be truly chuffed...I'd love to ask an old German if what's going on here now is similar to what happened over there around 1916, when shite got chaotic and precipitated into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weimar_Republic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Weimar Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...we're already getting sold down the river by large multi-national corporations but are still told to keep buying up "stuff"..don't worry, etc...you see where I'm going with this, don't you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't write this sort of stuff on here to invoke fear...I do it to make people think; look more closely at what's going on around them, because the handful of outlets running all of the media sources here, certainly aren't going to...it'd be counter-intuitive to their bottom-line, stock-prospectus-trumps-all visage on the way things work which doesn't bode well for the hundreds of millions of us who are being indoctrinated to believe that living in fear is just the way it is...it's not and don't you believe it for a second...still, we should all be reading books like Robyn Meredith's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0393062368/bookstorenow16-20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Elephant and the Dragon: The Rise of India and China and What It Means for All of Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (cover below) to hold the picture of the forthcoming horror show in sharper relief...she was on Thom's show a couple of days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RroongZVRMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/p_dGdyzEZNk/s1600-h/41DCw1U1R7L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RroongZVRMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/p_dGdyzEZNk/s400/41DCw1U1R7L._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096430587499332802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I never said that you'd always like it when I pointed to the truth, I just said that I'd tell you...the fact of the matter is that we'd better stop tip toeing around the  get accustomed to living with less, instead of beyond our means and think worldlier because as Bob Marley put it "when the rain falls, it won't fall on one man's house top...truly, "a rumor without humor"...but we'll all be in it together...believe it...some say it's too far gone and that very well may be the bonded word...but at least you can see some of it coming and we'll all be on the same page when the shit goes down...and, as my man likes to say when wrapping up &lt;a href="http://www.thomhartmann.com/"&gt;on his daily talk show&lt;/a&gt; "Democracy begins with you...TAG, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"...Laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-2517184626495690696?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thomhartmann.com/' title='Uncle &quot;Scam&quot;...and the Death of the Dollar...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/2517184626495690696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=2517184626495690696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2517184626495690696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2517184626495690696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/uncle-scam-elephants-dragonsand-death.html' title='Uncle &quot;Scam&quot;...and the Death of the Dollar...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrojaQZVRKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sPHW7rR-3eo/s72-c/uncle_sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5738295392914865114</id><published>2007-08-07T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:52.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Thurman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quentin Tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kill Bill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy Liu'/><title type='text'>Rewind: KILL BILL, Vol. 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrjpnQZVRJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_TMXzw5ZYEw/s1600-h/kill-bill-yellow-leathers-5001152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrjpnQZVRJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_TMXzw5ZYEw/s400/kill-bill-yellow-leathers-5001152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096079838995104914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...there's clearly a dearth of action films worth watching in theaters this summer but here's a joint that's worth going back and taking a peep at ...a couple of years ago, I recall having that happen to me while  I was on a trip and had a couple of hours of free time so I shot over to a matinee to see Kill Bill...here's a review I wrote that got killed which I've posted below...I always thought some Ennio Morricone would've fit into the soundtrack (press play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/101975" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Following an absence of just over half a decade Quentin Tarantino returns to the big screen directing Kill Bill, starring Uma Thurman. Originally intended to be an epic 3 hour flick, Kill Bill was cut into two volumes and this is the first. The Kill Bill tale is apparently an embellishment of the “Fox Force 5” pilot that Uma Thurman’s character referred to while talking to Vincent Vega in a Pulp Fiction scene. Unlike that aside, this celluloid yarn does not involve circus-freak knife throwers raised by vaudevillians – it’s a revenge tale shot in the spirit of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Enter the Dragon and La Femme Nikita. Thurman plays the main character dubbed “the bride,” a former member of a gang of female assassins called The DiVAS or Deadly Viper Assassination Squad – DIVAS... Each of the members has a code name derived from poisonous snakes e.g. Black Mamba, Sidewinder, California Mountain Snake, etc. Flashback four years, to where the story begins as Thurman (who has a bun in the oven at the time) wants to leave the assassin fold, get married and return to a simple domestic life like Michael Corleone wanted throughout The Godfather series. Unfortunately, the suspicious DiVAS see things differently and conspire to rub out the bride at her wedding. The vipers crash the ceremony and kill everyone in the room, including the preacher and the organist (or so they think) – the stage is set, start your engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, the bride regains consciousness in a hospital’s coma ward and starts to put 2 and 2 together while knocking on the metal plate in her head. Needless to say the clock on the wall displays payback time and after getting situated, Thurman starts on the trail to find her old partners who failed to tie the knot on her toe-tag. Plane ticket in hand, the bride soon embarks on a Tolkienesque search for a Japanese sword master named Hattori Hanzo – played by Sonny Chiba. In the land of the rising sun, Thurman carves a wide swath through scores of Yakuza-styled villains and femme fatales in a gang called the Crazy 88s. While there aren’t any Stealer’s Wheel ear-slicing dance routines (Reservoir Dogs), per se, gallons of blood are splattered on every dry surface in the vicinity. Tarantino’s affinity for gore and flying extremities becomes apparent as the straw-haired samurai opens up a can of Asahi-flavored whoop-ass in fight sequences filled-to-the-brim with eyeball gauging, flying axes, decapitations, foot/hand severing and scalping – all garnished with the entrails of anyone fool enough to stand in front of her blade. Although it might seem a tad too much info, knowing all of the above, will not spoil one iota of what is shown in the theater because the storyline is not a new one- it’s the telling that’s going to peel back your dome-piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Let’s face it; Quentin Tarantino loves to emulate Ringo Lam and John Woo in his features. He also likes to inject 70’s-era film iconography which he serves up here via pop culture references (that yellow jump suit – Bruce Lee) and the scoring (laced with Ennio Marricone styled trumpets during crucial moments) - speaking of the latter, Sergio Leoni’s influence can be found all over the place too. Tarantino makes full use of the skip-around timeline he’s utilized so much in the past – but that’s neither here nor there. The real deal is not just in how this story is told but in how many ways, let me expound on that. Firstly, Tarantino invokes Japanese subtitles (once in Japan, the actors switch back and forth from Japanese to English quite fluidly, story wise) – Chiba rocks a hilarious Japanese slow-burn that would make Ralph Kramden / Fred Flintstone proud. Further, a portion of KB (O-Ren Ishii’s back story) is told in anime which is tight in and of itself – Star Blazers, anyone? The end all-be-all, however, must be the woman to woman fight sequences which go beyond any fetishistic bent by taking on-screen female-fisticuffs to a whole new level. Contrary to the Americanized wig-snatching and bra-pulling, the women in this flick go all out in a hand-to-hand stylee. Vivica A. Fox (AKA Cobra), gets souped up in a suburban living room brawl and Chiaki Kuriyama (Go Go Yubari) gives new meaning to the phrase “old ball and chain.” Hell, even Lucy Liu (AKA Cottonmouth) gets slap-happy and goes Shogun-postal in a boardroom meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kill Bill cast went that extra mile to get the swordplay just right and it shows – remember, most of the main characters are played by novices to the action-genre and to be sure, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon it is not. Tarantino comes full circle with the scattershot off-the-wall approach to film making that freaked everybody out down in that pawnshop cellar back in ‘94. This story will continue in a couple of months- so don’t miss the boat. Check out the first installment on the big screen but you might want to wear gloves and goggles to block flying body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Last year I actually had a chance to rap with Lucy Liu and &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/12/lucy-lius-going-to-kick-your-ass-code_22.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we touched on this film during the interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's some of the final fight sequence where she and Uma get buck wild with the blades..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9E-iK-IvIs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9E-iK-IvIs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Uma Thurman, David Carradine, Daryl Hannah, Michael Madsen, Vivica A. Fox, Lucy Liu, Chiaki Kuriyama, Sonny Chiba&lt;br /&gt;Director: Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;Studio: Paramount Pictures/Miramax/Band Apart&lt;br /&gt;Rating: R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5738295392914865114?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5738295392914865114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5738295392914865114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5738295392914865114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5738295392914865114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/rewind-kill-bill-vol-1.html' title='Rewind: KILL BILL, Vol. 1...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrjpnQZVRJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_TMXzw5ZYEw/s72-c/kill-bill-yellow-leathers-5001152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-3665998793003100011</id><published>2007-08-04T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:52.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is hips? girls gone wild'/><title type='text'>What  IS Hips? or  Achtung Das Bodenfeuerwirblers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrUIXQZVRII/AAAAAAAAAZI/R6Z4UHO7DtQ/s1600-h/beer_goggles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrUIXQZVRII/AAAAAAAAAZI/R6Z4UHO7DtQ/s400/beer_goggles3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094987749070816386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...As mentioned a few days ago, I've been ensnared in a minor monetary scrape lately whilst waiting for some gigs in various stages of production to get off the ground. I'm no quitter and am of the mind that when one door closes, one should find a window. So, since a closed mouth won't get fed, I asked a friend of mine who runs a bar if he had anything open that a brother could slide into on the low to make a little pocket cash to tide me over and, as it turns out, he did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I got the call from my homebiscuit to show up around nine to work security. Although, he knew about my gig working as a kitchen manager &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/03/btg-four-on-floor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;at the Bridgetown Grill in Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he gave me a gig working the floor...making sure the knuckleheads kept their filthy mitts off the beautiful birds walking around the joint...I took the gig...I wasn't up to anything else because I'm hoarding greenies, so I showed up, got a "STAFF" shirt and got the tour of the place; handshakes all around...alle es en butter, son...I think the message in this Tower of Power tune goes along with the thrust of what I'm writing here...press play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayerNmUEXqdmupy.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/NmUEXqdmupy.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/75549" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/75549" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...once assigned my station and area of coverage, I got ready, assumed the position, set my phazers for stun and...waited. Luckily I brought an earpiece and my iPod so while I waited for the chairs to start flying saloon-style, I cranked up an audiobook of Pimsleur's German Lessons II and learned a little more Deutsch..."ja, Ich spreche ein bißchen Deutsch"...as the night wore on one of the first things I noticed was how predatory some men get when they get a few slugs in them...I stood in my station watching them and their body language and their speech...the more women arrived, the louder they'd get...the more engrossed in their storytelling and attention grabbing histrionics they were...look at the schnooks...they've got on their "party duds" (you can tell from the shininess of the shirt fabric that they're worn sparingly...only on special occasions such as this), their hair's all teased 'n spiked-- grow up, son, if you've still got "party clothes" and your hairline's receding, time to man up and call it a day....you're not as schmoove as you think you are....or appear...or sociological studies would indicate...just look at 'em over there,  a brew in one hand and a shot in the other and the women, for the most part, are ignoring all of them..."this is gonna get ugly real soon," I thought to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my first real gig &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/87088"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was at a rock 'n roll bar called The Floodzone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the age of 16 (I lied about my age to get it too)...after that, it was as a performer on stages all over the East Coast, so I'd fully forgotten about that special kind of hell that is dealing with drunk people while I was stone sober and to throw more gasoline on the fire, according to the posters on the wall, there was supposed to be a bikini contest too...Schiesse, nicht sehr gut...not good at all...after a couple more hours, the bikini contestants trickled in but the contest itself didn't happen for some reason which was good enough for me, as I scanned the growing throngs of antsy scenesters and the volume in the room raised in amplitude, just as the liquor gods did their thing. I realized that this wasn't the worst gig in the world, though I felt like a wet blanket a couple of times as I had to break up a couple of impromptu "booty dancing" contests (where the female dry-humps the dullard standing behind her with her ass cheeks, stripper style as their friends form a circle and whoop it up)...other than getting bum rushed for Parliaments by a pack of punters who didn't want to commit to their nicotine habit and buy their own fucking smokes, everything  was everything but maybe that was just a one off as I've seen all kinds of crazy jump off in the past because somebody stepped on somebody else's disco shoes...for what it's worth, I'd do it again...some shite you've just got to see to remind yourself why you do (or don't do) the things you used to on the regulars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrUIXQZVRHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vp1XqdERvzs/s1600-h/GIRLS+GONE+WILD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrUIXQZVRHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vp1XqdERvzs/s400/GIRLS+GONE+WILD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094987749070816370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...some of what took place reminded me of a Dave Chapelle schtick, from his "Killing 'em Softly" set-- something to remember, menfolk, when you see a woman drawing attention to herself by wearing provocative attire is sometimes akin to a joe schmoe off the street walking around in a policeman's uniform during an emergency..."Just because I'm dressed like this DOES NOT make me a whore"...that shit's right on the money, it's true. No means no and don't ever fekkin' forget it but..."Ma'am...you might not be a whore...BUT you're certainly wearing a hooker's uniform, I'll tell you that much!"...all those scantily clad broads walking around with designer bags, four inch heels and tight, clingy fabric (at a place like that) were, as my granny would put it: "running through hell wearing gasoline knickers."...Call me old fashioned but I say, if you don't want those assholes sweating you, bear in mind that men become nimrods when the testosterone starts pumping and pouring alcohol into the mix just fans the flames...so consider yourself warned: close cover before striking and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all of this brings me to the reason I titled this post so. In German, "Bodenfeuerwirbler" literally means: that which; something that wiggles around on the floor throwing fiery sparks...a firecracker...like those chicks doing all that booty dancing with the hard-ons, they were initially ignoring,  that were standing around, cocked (!) and ready for action...I realized that (most) women have a demarcation line for how far they'll go in public (and a select few don't), so do men...and a grip of us know when to just chill out and call it a day...unfortunately, the handful that don't give the rest of us a bad name...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-3665998793003100011?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/3665998793003100011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=3665998793003100011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3665998793003100011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3665998793003100011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-hips-or-achtung-das.html' title='What  IS Hips? or  Achtung Das Bodenfeuerwirblers...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrUIXQZVRII/AAAAAAAAAZI/R6Z4UHO7DtQ/s72-c/beer_goggles3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5529638264183587122</id><published>2007-08-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:53.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Gellhorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octavia Butler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maya Angelou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crash Pryor'/><title type='text'>Are You Not Entertained? Are...You...Not...ENTERTAINED???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmgZVRGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/p1Q5-HW_olM/s1600-h/gladiator1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmgZVRGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/p1Q5-HW_olM/s400/gladiator1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094223850482517090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's the rhetorical question I ask people when I'm queried about why do I still do the entertainment stuff--  working the Hollywood beat, jostling for position during press junkets sometimes resembles a bunch of gladiators fighting in the dust on the dirt floor of  some Roman coliseum which brings me to the right here and now...I was going to entitle this "A Letter to Octavia, Maya and Martha" but for some reason thought otherwise...strangely enough, I'm typing this entry up in a cafe in Pasadena, the writer's home town (she grew up a stone's throw from where I sit)...I'm waiting to meet with an editor in an effort to scare up some work to keep the rain off my head while I get my producing grind on...I seem to have hit a rough patch getting to where I'd planned to after being in this town for ten years...I wanted to at least be wrapping up my second and focusing on a third tome by now but, as fateful cock-ups would have it, I'm still working on my first and, to quote David Lee Roth in "Hot for Teacher" -- I don't feel 'tardy'...but some would say I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmQZVRFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VTcMVBuVxhE/s1600-h/octaviabutlerface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmQZVRFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VTcMVBuVxhE/s400/octaviabutlerface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094223846187549778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I once went to a reading that featured &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octavia_Butler"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Octavia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  latest offering at the time, a compilation of her work called Lilith's Brood when the famed sci-fi writer was in Atlanta years ago...I was still living there, at the time and went on a whim with a friend of mine named Bill Campbell (also a writer, now living in DC) so it was years before she passed. The event was held in a little book store in Little 5 Points, across the street from the Point, a couple of doors down from the Zesto's on the corner of Euclid and Moreland...I forget what it was called and I doubt that its still there as the neighborhood had been roundly gentrified, the last time I was in town...all the punks and artists that used to people the area back in my day had been run out on rails...&lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/05/mjq-lounge-george-lives.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot has changed for me since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but some things have not...at least I hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmQZVREI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yVvwAh5w180/s1600-h/ang0-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmQZVREI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yVvwAh5w180/s400/ang0-008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094223846187549762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've met my share of lit agents since I've moved out here to Los Angeles and one of my largest hurdles, after securing an actual meeting, is avoiding the inevitable re-direct towards eschewing the theme in my head (I want to piece together an anthology of ideas where people in my age bracket, with very little time to do all the legwork, can refer to and quickly find sources that intrigues them when they actually do have a little down time to look around-- kind of like what I'm doing on this blog) ...suffice it to say that I'm not into penning the next big Harlequin Romance serial or some fantabulous, magikal children's book that will get picked up by some studio-- I don't have it in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I know I'd never be able to look at myself in the mirror if I weren't true to that...is that so wrong? To stick to my guns while it feels like every other hack; suburban housewife has a multi-book deal? I don't think so...but the road to that particular truth has had many twists and I've been tempted more than twice to just throw in the towel and write "that potboiler" to keep the electricity and phone on...but I soon regain my footing, on the shores of what girlfriends past have called my "fantasy Island of hard knocks"...my homebiscuit, Bill Campbell, who went to that Octavia reading with me is already on &lt;a href="http://www.wheatmark.com/merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=BS&amp;amp;Product_Code=9781587366376"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his second book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I applaud him for it too, he's a cool cat and his wife has a bun in the oven, so support him if his style is in your wheelhouse, he was one of the lot I used to kick it with  in MJQ...me, I'm still waiting for that perfect storm of ideas to get the greenlight...or the other shoe to fall...indeed, it sometimes feels like I'm the starving cat who gets trapped in a pantry stocked, top-to-bottom with cans and cans of cat food....but the mouse, standing at his hole on the other side of the room has the can opener...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmQZVRDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P7T6aetBbRU/s1600-h/Gellhorn_Hemingway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmQZVRDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P7T6aetBbRU/s400/Gellhorn_Hemingway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094223846187549746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't know why but as I've gotten older I've always seemed to relate more with  great female writers like the two above..another one of my favorites is &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/12/martha-gellhorn-ornette-coleman_04.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Martha Gellhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, she's known by most as being the journalist who married Ernest Hemingway but she's much more than that and should be looked up more often...In her day, Martha was a courageous woman of letters and traveled all over the world to cover wars, people and current events in a time when most sisters (black, brown, white, yellow or whatever hue's appropriate) couldn't do a thing for themselves...this is a chick who hid in the catacombs with the French Resistence and wrote about it with a vengeance...I'll repeat: she hid in the catacombs with Le Resistance, a real player, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmAZVRCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PFAM027Mxw0/s1600-h/Gellhorn04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmAZVRCI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PFAM027Mxw0/s400/Gellhorn04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094223841892582434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sitting here thinking of Octavia et al, my erstwhile career plans and the refinements I've made to them over the years has made me think of something that Maya Angelou once said about making the commitment and putting it down on paper: "good reading is damn hard writing"...amen, sister....I just hope I've still got the minerals, the sang froid that those tough old broads above had when they were punchin' their shit up...struggling...and surviving to tell about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5529638264183587122?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5529638264183587122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5529638264183587122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5529638264183587122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5529638264183587122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-not-entertained.html' title='Are You Not Entertained? Are...You...Not...ENTERTAINED???'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrJRmgZVRGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/p1Q5-HW_olM/s72-c/gladiator1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-1304375886669651961</id><published>2007-08-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:54.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the People Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert McChesney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Moyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Future of Media: Resistance and Reform in the 21st Century'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Reeves'/><title type='text'>Find This Book: The Future of Media -- Resistance and Reform in the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQwZVQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SqQxaGEFYnY/s1600-h/mcchesney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQwZVQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SqQxaGEFYnY/s400/mcchesney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093889225285518322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQgZVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/eTzemAZLtwg/s1600-h/51ZKMXPHNRL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQgZVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/eTzemAZLtwg/s400/51ZKMXPHNRL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093889220990550994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...last week I went to the library and picked up this book I'd been meaning to get around to for a minute called Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;e Future of Media: Resistance and Reform in the 21st Century...when I found it I was like "oh, yeahhhh, that's right!!!"...It's edited by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_W._McChesney"&gt;Robert W. McChesney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(pictured above), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Russell Newman and Ben Scott...I'm still reading it and I can't put it down but I'm going to put an excerpt of the foreward written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Moyers"&gt;by Bill Moyers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;himself (below), who along with McChesney and Richard Reeves, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Reeves%3ERichard%20Reeves,%3C/a%3E%20%20I%20%20consider%20one%20of%20the%20big%20dogs%20of%20hard%20journalism...and%20his%20news%20show%20on%20PBS,%20even%20CLIPS%20from%20it%20%3Ca%20href=" search_query="now+bill+moyers&amp;search=Search&amp;quot;"&gt;is a first rate news source...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  one day we're going to miss having dudes like these around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQwZVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/8DULaLcecw4/s1600-h/BillMoyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQwZVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/8DULaLcecw4/s400/BillMoyers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093889225285518306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must confess to a certain discomfort, shared with other journalists, with the term 'media.' Ted Gup, who teaches journalism at Case Western Reserve, articulated my concerns better than I could when in wrote in The Chronicle of Higher Education (November 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...that the very concept of media is insulting to some of us within the press who find ourselves lumped in with so many disparate elements, as if everyone with a pen, a microphone, a camera, or just a loud voice were all one and the same...David Broder is not Matt Drudge. "Meet the Press" is not "Tempation Island." And I am not Jerry Springer. I do not speak for him. He does not speak for me. Yet 'the media' speaks for us all'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I felt when I saw Oliver North on Fox reporting from Iraq, pressing our embattled troops to respond  to his repetitive and belittling question, 'Does Fox rock? Does Fox rock?'  Oliver North and I may be part of the same 'media' but we are not part of the same message. Nonetheless, I accept that I work, and all of us live in 'medialand', and God knows we need some 'media reform.' I'm sure you know those two words are really an incomplete description of the job ahead. Taken alone, they suggest that you've assembled a convention of efficiency experts who are tightening the bolts and boosting the output of the machinery of public enlightenment, or else a conclave of high-minded do-gooders applauding each other's sermons. But we need to be-- and will be-- much more than that because what we're talking about is nothing less than rescuing a democracy that is so polarized it is in danger of being paralyzed and pulverized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarming words, but the realities we face should trigger alarms. Free and responsible government by popular consent just can't exist without an informed public. That's a cliche, I know, but I agree with the presidential candidate who once said that truisms are true and cliches mean what they say (an observation that no doubt helped to lose him the election)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Later, Moyers goes a step further and touches on what I thought of a yesterday when the deal that will allow Rupert Murdoch to purchase the Wall Street Journal (a publication that I rarely read but does have a heap of skilled journos working there)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet today, despite plenty of lip service on every ritual occasion to freedom of the press, radio, and TV, three powerful forces are undermining that very freedom, damming the streams of significant public interest news that irrigate and nourish the flowering of self-determination...they are squeezing out the journalism that tries to get as close as possible to the verifiable truth; they are isolating serious coverage of public affairs into ever-dwindling 'news holes' far from prime time; and they are gobbling up small independent publications competing for the attention of the American people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...If you read me, I know that you've heard me mention similar things in the past and the WSJ is not some mom and pop oper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ation by any stretch but I think the recent turn of events bears some scrutiny on the public's part...as far as the foreward goes, Moyers supports the content that's coming around the bend in finer detail and the stuff I've been reading has equally chilled me to the bone as it has filled me with as much intrigue about the machinations of the direction that our media has been heading in...after illustrating how what he mentions above can be done, check how the guy closes his entry a few pages later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...In that last goal, schools of journalism and professional news associations have their work cut out....We also need graduates who are perhaps a little more hard-boiled and street-smart than the present crop, though, that's hard to teach. Thanks to the high cost of education, we get very few recruits from the ranks of those who do the world's unglamorous and low-paid work. But as a onetime 'cub' in a very different kind of setting, I cherish H.L. Mencken's description of what being a young Baltimore reporter a hundred years ago meant to him. He wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was at large in a wicked seaport of half a million people with a front seat at every public show...it would be an exaggeration to say I was ignorant, for if I neglected the humanities I was meanwhile laying in the all worldly wisdom of a police lieutenant, a bartender, a shyster lawyer and a midwife'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need some of that worldly wisdom in our newsrooms. Let's figure out how to attract youngsters who have acquired it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...and then the clincher that cooled the very blood in my veins and then made me want to get up, stand up and then fuck some shit up...on the intellectual front, that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this may be in the domain of fantasy. And then again, maybe not. What I know to be real is that we are in for the fight of our lives. I am not a romantic about democracy or journalism; the writer Andre Gide may have been right when he said that all things human, given time, go badly. But I know journalism and democracy are deeply linked in whatever chance we human beings have to redress our grievances, renew our politics and reclaim our revolutionary ideals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am older than many of you and am not likely to be around for the duration. But I take heart from the presence of this movement [the awarding of the Library of Congress' Kluge Lifetime Achievement Award in the Humanities to people like Leszek Kolkowski, the first person to garner one in 2003]..., unseen of John Peter Zenger, Thomas Paine, the muckrakers, I.F.Stone, and all those heroes and heroines, celebrated or forgotten, who faced odds no less than ours and did not flinch. I take heart in efforts like this book and the networks of people it represents. It's your fight now. Look around. You're not alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEk-QZVRBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/749UDA9K9Ho/s1600-h/books.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEk-QZVRBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/749UDA9K9Ho/s400/books.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093893305504449554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...search high, low and hard for works by the guys contributing to the chapters in this book which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Future-Media-Resistance-Reform-Century/dp/1583226796"&gt;you can find online, here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...I highly suggest you give it a try...and while you're at it, scoop up a copy of Richard Reeves'   What the People Know: Freedom and the Press (pictured right)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/What-People-Know-Civilization-Government/dp/0674616235/ref=sr_1_1/102-0304812-2612954?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;qid=1186011937&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;it sharpened my purview on the world around me when I first read it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; back when I stumbled across it in (surprise!) my public library's stacks...I couldn't put it down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-1304375886669651961?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Future-Media-Resistance-Reform-Century/dp/1583226796' title='Find This Book: The Future of Media -- Resistance and Reform in the 21st Century'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/1304375886669651961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=1304375886669651961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1304375886669651961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/1304375886669651961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/08/find-this-book-future-of-media.html' title='Find This Book: The Future of Media -- Resistance and Reform in the 21st Century'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RrEhQwZVQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SqQxaGEFYnY/s72-c/mcchesney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5534638115484721439</id><published>2007-07-27T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:54.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Simpsons Movie'/><title type='text'>The Simpsons Movie: Does Whatever a Special Episode Can (Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqqougZVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/0cEXxk2D2wo/s1600-h/simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqqougZVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/0cEXxk2D2wo/s400/simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092067845619401650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I didn't cover this one for press, obviously and was going to wait a while for this one but today I had a couple of hours to kill AND I found one of those indie houses that charge 6 bucks for their new films if you go to a showing before six...it just so happened that it was 5:20...So the Simpson's full length movie is finally out and as one who has been along for the ride since Matt Groening's Life in Hell comic series; the squibily-drawn Tracy Ullman shorts, I punked out and blinked...and what's the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't want to give shit away but this: those clips used during the theater commercials in the lead up to today get used in just under 20 minutes so there's a lot more funny shite that follows, if you're a fan of the whole franchise, you won't be disappointed but be warned: you will not be bowled over...not because the writing is awful, it's just that we've all become inured to it (like when everyone dissed the second two installments of the Matrix for not living up to the first-- how could it?)...The Simpsons movie did not have me crying like, say, those early Halloween specials did back in the day but I've cracked a ten dollar bill on worse...it has it's moments, just probably not as many as a lot of people might be hoping for...just to be safe, try to check a matinee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5534638115484721439?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5534638115484721439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5534638115484721439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5534638115484721439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5534638115484721439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsons-movie-does-whatever-special.html' title='The Simpsons Movie: Does Whatever a Special Episode Can (Review)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqqougZVQ7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/0cEXxk2D2wo/s72-c/simpsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-7721229656194568258</id><published>2007-07-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:54.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Is England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shane Meadows'/><title type='text'>This Is England --  Watch and Learn (Film Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6SAZVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZZTJYNR-m2g/s1600-h/thisisengland+CROPPED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6SAZVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZZTJYNR-m2g/s400/thisisengland+CROPPED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091664934737363874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I don't know if it's because the A/C hasn't kicked in but, fuck me, it smells like soaked in, fake-butter and seat cushions filled with stale Cola farts up in this piece..a small price to pay in order to see what the fuck this film's about, I'd wager-- still, none of this mixes well with a long bike ride in the mid-day Los Angeles sun and the remnants of the pints I had last that are still coursing through my veins as I type up this opener...more later, the film's beginning...press play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/98830" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the youth of Shane Meadows (TwentyFourSeven, A Room for Romeo Bliss, Once Upon a Time in the Midlands) the synopsis for This Is England goes as follows: Set at the end of the school year in  the summer of '83, the camera trails Shaun, a twelve year old loner living in a small coastal town in Northern England whose father has died fighting in the nation's war in the Falkland Islands. As mentioned, Shaun hasn't a lot of friends and is ruthlessly picked on at school, wearing flares (bell bottoms) on the last day of his term doesn't help much. He's befriended by a group of local skinheads on his way home and soon finds a crowd that he can run with, that accepts and sincerely seem to care for him. The dew dries on the lily of brotherhood, however, when Combo, an older skin, returns to the scene and roundly undermines the pecking order by revealing how his views on race and nationalism have morphed while on the inside-- all of which brings the storyline to a climax that will change young Shaun irrevocably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6RwZVQ4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/dNr69vnGrkg/s1600-h/url.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6RwZVQ4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/dNr69vnGrkg/s400/url.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091664930442396546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I cannot tell porkie pies, I walked in the theater doors expecting to find a mixture of Romper Stomper and American History X when I took the premise of This Is England into account. Those times were not pretty for the working class UK and being based on Shane Meadows' early life in Uttoxeter, I didn't know where in the hell he (the film's writer and director) could take it considering the subject matter-- most people tend to close in nice and tight on what they've seen in footage of National Front types marching around poor British neighborhoods (not the period before all that, when multi-racial groups of city kids got together for other, more obvious reasons)...Meadows gets it, coming from inside that scene TIE focuses not on the nationalistic bent, but how and &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/18261"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why those youth got together in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- the same reason that young kids still do and always will congregate in gaggles: to find a sense of belonging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Meadows was sitting in the big chair for this, his tale could not be told without actors and this film features one of his finest castings to date. Thomas Turgoose makes a lively performance as the wet-behind-the-ears protagonist while Woody (Joe Gilgun in his first feature role, no less) pulls the viewer into the gang's fold while the supporting cast fill in all the gaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6RwZVQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RitorLg91zw/s1600-h/CHICKS+TIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6RwZVQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RitorLg91zw/s400/CHICKS+TIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091664930442396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Vicky McClure (A Room for Romeo Bliss), pictured above in the middle, does a cracking turn as Lol, Woody's bangs 'n buzz-cut girlfriend as does Rosamund Hanson as "Smell" , the character who Shaun crushes on, manages to steal a few scenes herself while wearing what once made Lucky Star-era Madonna a hottie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Meadows' semi-biopic isn't a VH-1 behind the music-style take on the time (though knuckleheads who weren't even around might have grouses)...one gets a sense of what would become the punk scene was like, more or less...this is one of the best scenes in the film...when the protagonist makes his first transformation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEx8tmVtVXs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEx8tmVtVXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bearing the storyline in mind, all cannot be itty bitty patches of sunshine. Stephen Graham (Snatch, Gangs of New York) pulls a reversal on the chubby-cheeked Cockney hipster Tommy he'd pulled off in the Guy Ritchie film and he took the jam right out of my donut as Combo, an old-school head, fresh out of prison with one foot on recidivism and the other on a banana peel. Graham will make those who loved Tommy Gun look twice at this guys chops on camera. Too, at dark points, my skin really started leaking for Milky, played by Andrew Shim (who also worked with Meadows before on A Room for Romeo Bliss) whether or not he'll get his porkpie hat mashed in and the shit kicked out of him by unseen British hooligans is eventually revealed to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screened internationally at film festivals in Berlin, Toronto, New York (Tribeca), Seattle and Rome, it's easy to see why it's garnered awards like The Jury Prize (Rome Int'l Film Fest) and Best Film &amp; Best Newcomer at the British Independent Film Awards as it is not national front skinhead propaganda (although some people did look surprised to see me covering it..."this is juicy", I thought to myself)...the soundtrack, filled with a grip of Toots &amp;amp; the Maytals' classics, is poppin' as well &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/16351"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;although I could've heard a trifle more 2-Tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the background posters and album covers really fired up my inner Trojan Music lover...I hate it when reviews have captions in them like "must see" and "a hit"...it does not apply to This Is England in this instance as it's been out for a minute and has just reached the shores of America and its wider public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I think I've just seen the first great film of the summer...the word "powerful" has been bandied about in descriptions of the film and for once I agree...from the opening montage, filled to the brim with gripping footage from an era that feels long gone, the film is an insightful peek into some of what was really going down with what we now call the working poor while the Union Jack waved over the fading empire of Maggie Thatcher's England, it'll surprise you how much what's going on now is just like then...I forgot all about that butter smell...see this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This Is England opens in New York on  Friday, July 27 at the IFC Center &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; In Los Angeles on Friday, August 3 at the NuArt Theater...I just found out that outside those markets it is also available now on demand to IFC cable subscribers...click the header for  the film's official site..here's the trailer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0jkv2bRFgQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0jkv2bRFgQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-7721229656194568258?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thisisenglandmovie.co.uk/' title='This Is England --  Watch and Learn (Film Review)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/7721229656194568258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=7721229656194568258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7721229656194568258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7721229656194568258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-england-watch-and-learn-film.html' title='This Is England --  Watch and Learn (Film Review)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqk6SAZVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZZTJYNR-m2g/s72-c/thisisengland+CROPPED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-3744317072986559394</id><published>2007-07-25T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:55.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no news is good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew Curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this just in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fark'/><title type='text'>Fark You Too: How Mass Media Tries to Pass Off Crap As News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqelGAZVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DBGuPtRHJhA/s1600-h/squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqelGAZVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DBGuPtRHJhA/s400/squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091219426369684338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...From the "this-just-in-my-craw" Dept...a month-and-change ago I was listening to a radio interview with Drew Curtis the guy who started a Web site to throw funny shite on for his friends far and wide to check...&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fark.com/"&gt;fark.com&lt;/a&gt; ...as it turns out the word "fark" was actually a "non-term" and didn't mean anything initially but since then, the 24-hour news cycle has made it almost requisite for a lot of "non-information" to make it into the nation's daily intake of news coverage (why everyone knows, in nuanced detail, about how much money a presidential hopeful spends on a haircut, but couldn't tell you who's their representative in the Senate or the Congress)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what set me off? The "newsflash" I heard yesterday that, based on a  newly released report from the U.S. Department of Transportation, the number of people in fatal accidents on the nation's roads dropped 2% (the largest such decrease in nearly 15 years)...as I sat there waiting for the obvious to be pointed out (that gas is so expensive that less people are on the roads...more and more people are using discretion when taking trips in their hoopty...it was never even touched)...the story even took a grim twist as the top 'o the hour newsguy wrapped the segment up-- "motorcycle deaths were up 5.1%, the ninth consecutive year that the statistic's risen"...more people buy bikes which is a shite's sight more economical than a car for getting around, especially in cities sprawled out like the one I live in-- the fact that petrol outlets are making record-busting profits got lost in the sauce...how convenient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In the interview,  Drew spoke on the ubiquitous nature of infotainment these days, like how just before a holiday weekend the McNews casters will breathlessly report on how air travel and traffic on the nation's roads will increase exponentially over the next few days...for reals? you're kidding-- all the while skipping around something of real substance and or import, like, say how are things hanging in Fallujah at the moment...who's zoomin' who in Darfur...is it true that while millions of gallons of petrol gets exported to wealthier nations, native Nigerians live in squalor and what in the hell do large multi nationals like &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.latimes.com/business/la-ft-graft16jul16,1,2097092.story?ctrack=2&amp;cset=true"&gt;BAE Systems, Siemens and General Electric Co.have to do with all of that?&lt;/a&gt;  ...I first noticed this brand of coverage when I moved from New York to LA a while ago but now it's all over the country and it becomes glaringly apparent if your travel habits take you from coast to coast-- nothing like leaving California, waking up in DC and getting, essentially the same meaningless stuff over and over and over and over again...beaten over the head with inane pap...disinformation...drivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...back in the day I used to tune in to sites like &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/war66.html"&gt;Get Your War On&lt;/a&gt; or the Onion ...but I don't as much anymore because the shite gets too depressing...though I can't stop checking in to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://ironictimes.com/"&gt;The Ironic Times&lt;/a&gt; for a few belly laughs when the guys in black hats seem to be taking over the world...the faux headlines are always right on the money, topical too...so Curtis' &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.fark.com/"&gt;Fark site&lt;/a&gt; was the next logical progression in where I get my geo political giggles...according to the site's info page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first thing you should know is that Fark.com isn't a Weblog. Fark.com, the Web site, is a news aggregator and an edited social networking news site. Every day Fark receives 2,000 or so news submissions from its readership...Fark isn't an acronym. It doesn't mean anything. The idea was to have the word Fark come to symbolize news that is really Not News. Hence the slogan "It's not news, it's Fark." ...Four letter domain names were getting snapped up quickly, so on a whim in the summer of 1997 Drew checked to see if Fark.com was available. It was, and he grabbed it. At the time the only thing you could do with a Web site was put up what was then called a vanity site. This was almost all the Internet consisted of back in 1997...Drew didn't want to use the Fark.com domain name for a vanity site, so he decided to wait until he had a better idea."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqej_wZVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/cEkEFmy3TFw/s1600-h/Fark_Book_Cover_Final_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqej_wZVQ1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/cEkEFmy3TFw/s400/Fark_Book_Cover_Final_33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091218219483874130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...circling back on the the thrust of the interview, Curtis pointed out how "newstainment" is managed, stories featuring nutsos and conspiracy theorists get recorded months in advance and filed away for use during a later broadcast, sometimes many months later-- this might seem like no big deal to some but it incenses me that there are a lot of people who can't tell the difference between what the real, hard news and a TV commercial dressed up to look like it is (does the average American really base his decisions on how much money a newly released film has made? -- I sometimes cover films and could care less...see the built-in promotional construct-- "if that many people saw it, maybe I should too, roight?")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqej_wZVQ0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/72Z1BkuTnhI/s1600-h/hearst8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rqej_wZVQ0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/72Z1BkuTnhI/s400/hearst8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091218219483874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Curtis also spoke on the contents in his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Its-Not-News-Fark-Media/dp/1592402917"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Not News, It's Fark: How Mass Media Tries to Pass Off Crap As News&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; which dives even deeper into how real, hard news gathering has devolved into a shadow of its afflict-the-comfortable self; sank so low, so quickly with the help of so few who affect the lives of so many...sure Keith Olberman's been putting it out there but that's only one person...and that's about it...for the most part, if you want the news...the real stuff that people all over the rest of the planet is getting...you've got to fend for yourself...listen...can you hear that?...somewhere that's really toasty, William Randolph  Hearst, inspiration for Orson Welles' Citizen Kane, &lt;a hre="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Randolph_Hearst"&gt;the god father of yellow journalism&lt;/a&gt; (and Patty's grandfather) is laughing at us all...can you hear him?...well, can you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-3744317072986559394?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fark.com' title='Fark You Too: How Mass Media Tries to Pass Off Crap As News...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/3744317072986559394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=3744317072986559394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3744317072986559394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3744317072986559394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/fark-you-too-how-mass-media-tries-to.html' title='Fark You Too: How Mass Media Tries to Pass Off Crap As News...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqelGAZVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DBGuPtRHJhA/s72-c/squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-8578882943886851686</id><published>2007-07-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:55.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation Stormbreaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clueless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Silverstone'/><title type='text'>Alicia Silverstone v. Lindsay Lo-- Who's Clueless?  (Q&amp;A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lwZVQzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8riLQPNGiR8/s1600-h/alicia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lwZVQzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8riLQPNGiR8/s400/alicia1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090886819807314738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;...Lindsay Lohan's recent alcohol-addled run-in with the fuzz (just weeks after getting out of rehab ) got me thinking of other young actresses I've met around town who have managed to NOT get sucked into the meat grinder...One of them is Alicia Silverstone...here's a transcript of an interview with Alicia from last year that I didn't really get to use, it started like this...I thought she was funny in Amy Heckerling's Clueless-- she's also co-starred in features like Batman &amp; Robin, Scooby Doo 2 and TV's Miss Match (gotta get in where you fit in, son)...She was MIA on the film front for the past couple of years, Alicia returned last fall in Operation Stormbreaker portraying the main character's American housekeeper/ nanny, JackStarbright-- even though the film wasn't anything to write home about, I thought she kicked a little Buffy-styled ass with the swords. At the time she was set to star in the mid-season replacement sitcom The Singles Table but it too was first cut from 13 epis, down to six and then it too went away--  NBC replaced it with the reality show Biggest Loser, according to what I've read...ouch, this is one tough fuckin' town...at least she's not in jail; running from the po-po or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP: Where've you been, what've you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Silverstone: Well, this film just came out in England, like a month ago and in like July and August of last year I was filming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what else? Did you take time off to just enjoy being a married woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: No, I got married and four days later I got on a plane to do the movie. I thought there was going to be time off and then when we were away on our honeymoon, I kept thinking 'I wonder what I'll be doing when I get home, maybe I'll not work for a really long time and I'll just do my garage, clean my house..." but I got off the plane and had to go straight to the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what did you do after filming this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Then I did a play with David Mamet at the Geffen Theater and that was amazing and it was called Boston Marriage, it was with Mary Steenbergen and Rebecca Pidgeon and that was so cool to just to see three girls and [David Mamet] -- it was pure artistic heaven...and then I did a few movies and now I'm here. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you get involved in Alex Rider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: I got asked to be in it right after I got married and it sounded like it would be a lot of fun because I knew it was gping to be Ewan McGregor, at the time, and Sophie Okonedo -- both of them, I'm a huge fan of, so I thought 'this is awesome.' I didn't even feel like I needed to read the script, I just knew that I wanted to be in the movie with them. But then I did read the script and it just seemed like it would be a lot of fun and my character works with Sophie Okonedo and Bill Nighy a lot, so we were this threesome that really had a great time together. And then I did some other work with Missi Pyle -- we had this big fight scene and that took a while to do. So, she and I got to know each other -- those three people I became really good friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you even meet Ewan McGregor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: You know what, I didn't meet him until the premiere but I had dinner with him -- he's lovely! When I met him he was so nice and so great and then I had dinner with him and Sophie and Bill it was great to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did the script even have a part for an American to play your role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: When I read it, she was an American -- I don't know how that originated or whatever. I'm pretty sure they always had it in mind that she was American but I may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had everyone else already joined the cast or when did you come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: The only people that were on it when I joined was Sophie Okonedo and Ewan McGregor. And then when I signed on [over exaggerating] all of these people came -- Mickey Rourke signed on and Bill Nighy and Missi Pyle and it kept growing and it got more and more exciting, it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And then how did you train for all the sword play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: We had like an hour [laughs] no, we had a few more hours than that but I showed up and I was like 'what're we going to do about this fight scene? That's a big part of it, it's the most important part of my [role] was like the big fight scene, what's happening?' And they were like 'yeah, you'll have rehearsals, you'll have rehearsals' -- that and [learning] the Japanese. I was like 'when am I going to learn my Japanese and when am I going to do my [fight] rehearsals?' And then we did rehearse [martial arts] with the Chinese action star Donnie Yen -- he showed up and Missi and I were so excited that he was there. He's really impressive and he brought these two guys -- one of them I fell in love with, his name was Andy, he was hilarious, and he would dress up as me because he was my stunt double-- it's sort of funny to have a man, who's Asian being my stunt double because he had this huge blonde wig on and he put butt pads on his bum. And I was like 'hey, ease off on the butt pads, I don't think you need [so much of it].' And he'd be walking around just having so much fun being funny. And for Missi, she had to work opposite Andy because he was playing me [for stunts] -- that must've been very funny because we don't look the same. And sometimes he'd be Missi, he was really all over the place...it was strange when he was her because he'd have black leather on...but the fight scene was awesome, we only rehearsed, I think, for like two days, for a few hours and Missi and I had a really good time doing that. We both took it very seriously because Donnie's a really brilliant [martial arts] choreographer, he's really serious and we really wanted to impress him -- it was horrible when sometimes you could tell that you're not impressing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You ever get hurt or anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: I know we had lots of cuts and bruises but nothing to be concerned about -- it's hard, you know, the adrenaline's going and you only have a certain amount of hours to get [the scene] done, so the pressure's on and you just kind of throw yourself into it. Of course the logical thing to do would be to stretch or to  prepare a long time beforehand but none of those things happened so you definitely walk away [feeling like] "ugh, I can't move my legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did your husband hang out on the set while you were shooting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: He could've come on but he doesn't like to come on movie sets, so he didn't come to the set, I think,  ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is he in the business too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: He's in a band. The band he's in right now is called Little Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What instrument does he play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: He's a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So has married life been exciting for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: My whole time with him has been exciting, we've been together for a really long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: In considering your work with animals, you seem like a very caring and gentle person. This role seems like a natural set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Yeah, when I was a little girl, I used to carry other people's babies around and say 'my baby' so I think that's the beginning of it all --  I did this with real, live children. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there a lot more challenges than you anticipated before getting into the married life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Well I was with my husband a really long time before we got married, so it's been like a long time -- it's not much different. The only thing is that there's a few, simple things that are different. It's like, I call him [my] husband and I always thought I would hate that word -- I really thought that was a horrid word, I just didn't like the sound of it. But now I love the sound of it and I don't know why! Something happened where I just like saying 'my husband.' I like it, I don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lgZVQxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dCHgyXl5HWQ/s1600-h/ALICIA+CLUELESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lgZVQxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dCHgyXl5HWQ/s400/ALICIA+CLUELESS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090886815512347410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFR9TNsByLk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFR9TNsByLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You feel like you've gotten the relationship aspect of your life squared away and now you can focus on your acting career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: I don't think about things like that but I'm sure, naturally, that's the truth...I don't think about 'I've got to get a husband and then I've got to do this,' I just don't work that way. But that would've actually freaked me out if I thought I had to have those things in place -- it just doesn't make any sense to me. But, instead, that's probably because I've been lucky and I had it. I had this really solid relationship for such a long time, there's no drama, I'm not all consumed with madness and mayhem, so I'm able to really just focus on the things that matter. We just love to do yoga together, meditate, grow vegetables in the garden and go on wild, rocky trips and just enjoy being together, really. It definitely alleviates any drama -- I haven't really had any drama in a long time. Been married for like a year too. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lwZVQyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UcxERwu-Qkg/s1600-h/alicia+peta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lwZVQyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UcxERwu-Qkg/s400/alicia+peta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090886819807314722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where do you think your love of animals comes from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: I think that every child loves animals and then it's whether it's encouraged or not encouraged [by the parents]. I've never met a little kid, I mean maybe there's a Damien-child somewhere, but I'm pretty sure that most babies and kids love animals...and then we slowly try and distance the children from the animals. We try to teach them that they're our property -- I think, as adults, we do damaging things to the children [psychologically] and usually try to lie to them so that they don't actually face, like, 'oh, that burger is also that cow that you have on your bed [sheets]... I think that if we did tell them the truth they would all arrive at a similar place that I've arrived at. It's been nurtured in the way that my mom, when I was little and with my love of animals, she didn't scoff at that. It was not encouraged entirely because they didn't know how to eat vegetarian, so I don't think they thought like that but in terms of if I was in school and there was a [lost] dog running around on the property, I'd immediately think 'how do I find it's home?' And I'd call my mom and ask her how do I help and she'd either come help me or she didn't have a problem with when I got called by the principal when I'd skipped school because I got this dog. There was no, like, 'you shouldn't have done that.' ...Always, since I was born I've had cats and dogs around me. Which I think is also really good for kids, to be around animals -- they were a part of our family, they were my mom's kids too...they were all a part of our family union and so I think it was a really healthy way to grow up and have respect for life. To not think that you're better than, just sort of work with instead of working against [animals].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where'd you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: I grew up in the San Francisco area, like the suburbs of San Francisco -- San Mateo and like every year we'd go to England for the summer. My parents are both English, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is your husband a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Yes, we both did it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: For how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: About eight and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Since you're married to a musician, what kind of music are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: That's such a big question because I love so much but I really, really Etta James and I really love Eartha Kitt and Spearhead, the Stay Human album in particular but I like the Beatles, I like T Rex, David Bowie all that good stuff and I just found this really interesting band called Scribbler which is kind of cool,  I found them up in Nova Scotia and they're this really, grungy band that were so good and wild and raw -- I think it's Scribbler, I'm probably saying it wrong. I think they just released and album or something but they're these cute little 20-year olds that are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where are your parents from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: My mom was born in Scotland but raised on the Isle of Sheppie, a little suburan place in England and my dad is from Northeast London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So, when you were out there shooting this, did you visit any of your folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS: Well, my parents were there while I was there, so that really worked out. I got to spend a lot of time with my family. When I was little my mom and I used to go on little walks through these really romantic places for me to be with my mom from when I was a baby until I was like 12. Every summer I would go with them and spend such quality time together. Her and I, getting into mischief, walking through the cobbled streets, it was so lovely -- so I was really lucky that she was around when I was doing the movie...One day I was in my hotel and she just showed up and [although] I knew they were there and she said she'd come over sometime that day but it was just so  cool that she'd gotten on the tube, come over to see me -- it was such a nice feeling that that could happen. That can't happen [in LA].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-8578882943886851686?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/8578882943886851686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=8578882943886851686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/8578882943886851686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/8578882943886851686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/alicia-silverstone-v-lindsay-lo-whos.html' title='Alicia Silverstone v. Lindsay Lo-- Who&apos;s Clueless?  (Q&amp;A)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqZ2lwZVQzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8riLQPNGiR8/s72-c/alicia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-4143719595650424335</id><published>2007-07-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:55.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Spook Who Sat by the Door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam Greenlee'/><title type='text'>Do Not Arrest This Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqVMiwZVQvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZHP6CBmTMNA/s1600-h/hancoc_herb_spookwhos_101b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqVMiwZVQvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZHP6CBmTMNA/s400/hancoc_herb_spookwhos_101b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090559113802629874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When you walk out your front door, man, anything can happen...so before I headed over to my favorite cafe/ hotspot to do a little writing today,  I went to the local Tobac (cigarette store) to scoop me some smokes earlier and the lady behind the counter, who I've been coming to for months...who I'd helped with her store's web site...told me that she thought the 10 dollar bill I handed her to pay for my Parliaments was counterfeit...not a real big deal but I thought she was one of the cool ones, unlike a lot of the shopkeepers who come from other countries and still get over here and treat every brother they meet like they're holding a knife-- while the biggest crooks and pimps get away with murders (and commutations) right in front of their faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqVMjAZVQwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HgYt9CuKtZ4/s1600-h/t44994hhza6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqVMjAZVQwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HgYt9CuKtZ4/s400/t44994hhza6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090559118097597186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I get shit from Armenians, Pakistanis, Pacific Islanders, Mexicans (until I start speaking Spanish) and even Indians who've come here fleeing whatever geo-political strife; caste they were stuck in back in their homelands...none of this makes me a xenophobe, though...they're just trying to assimilate but I won't brook any of that bullshite either...in every instance where I've been allowed to speak, the transplanted, self-appointed eugenecists change their tone and note that I'm edumacated...still it chapped my ass to have this lady (Moroccan, I think) try to get brand new and give me what In Living Colour called a "Funny Vibe"...whatever's clever, son...I thought of the film from back in '73 (which I didn't get to see until I stumbled across it in the stacks as a freshman in college, poster at the top) and the classic book (cover above paragraph) by Sam Greenlee &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Spook_Who_Sat_By_The_Door"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that the film itself was derived from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...sometimes I let this kinda shite go and sometimes I just want to rant-- this has been one of the latter...as Gomez Addams would put it: I'm feeling much better now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayersUNzVM2r5Bg.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/sUNzVM2r5Bg.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 483px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPxCAZVQuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9NhReLAmw2U/s400/Strummer1blkonGOLD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090177020627075810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I pieced this Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strummer album up a couple of months ago on MOG but couldn't throw the music on at the time...I can do so now and thanks to the miracles of the digital age, I got another copy in a configuration that allows me to do so which just goes to show, like it says on the mural that was painted in NYC's East Village,  the future is unwritten...especially in the world of music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPxCAZVQtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9-FJSQ16qkE/s1600-h/JoeMemorialWall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPxCAZVQtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9-FJSQ16qkE/s400/JoeMemorialWall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090177020627075794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the review and video that  &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/46340"&gt;I posted earlier&lt;/a&gt; goes like this...I’ve been on a Mescalero kick for the past couple of days, it reminds me of the fall of 2001 when the world went crazy and I left LA and shot back to the East Coast to be closer to my family because, well you remember how nutty shit was…this album’s one of my faves from Joe Strummer’s body of work—it’s a nice listen coast to coast it’s choc-full of great tunes like “Cool ‘n’ Out”, “Bhindi Bhagee”, “Mega Bottle Ride”, “Mondo Bongo” and “At the Border Guy” (which I first heard on KCRW ’s Morning Becomes Eclectic and hooked me on the LP)...in my book the nicest slice on this LP has to be “Minstrel Boy” which closes the set out. Clocking in at 17:49 it has an infectious Irish swing that becomes hypnotic about four minutes in…if it’s not already on your list of must-haves, you should definitely give it a spin as it’s one of those great albums that got lost in the shuffle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPxCAZVQsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/cnpXLNke5hg/s1600-h/JOE+STRUMMER+GLOBAL+COVER.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPxCAZVQsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/cnpXLNke5hg/s400/JOE+STRUMMER+GLOBAL+COVER.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090177020627075778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayerCurlykieXnC.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/CurlykieXnC.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/93628" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/93628" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...if you wanna check more cuts from this LP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/93628"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-4766602340015741721?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/93628' title='Check It: Joe Strummer&apos;s Global A Go Go...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/4766602340015741721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=4766602340015741721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/4766602340015741721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/4766602340015741721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/check-it-joe-strummers-global-go-go.html' title='Check It: Joe Strummer&apos;s Global A Go Go...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPxCAZVQuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9NhReLAmw2U/s72-c/Strummer1blkonGOLD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-2598273021772529025</id><published>2007-07-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:56.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groomsmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Mohr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donal Logue'/><title type='text'>Jay Mohr Talks Bad Brains, C. Walken and Tom Cruise (Q&amp;A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEQZVQpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bSuVyn-3NiU/s1600-h/JAY-MOHR-450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEQZVQpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bSuVyn-3NiU/s400/JAY-MOHR-450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090134178328298130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I just got around to combing through tapes of interviews I've had over the years and decided to transcribe the interesting sessions that never got used for whatever reason-- I've found that there's been a lot of funny and at times insightful stuff going on that has just never been used for whatever rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;son (mostly the outlets wanted articles on the bigger names on a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;roduction)...but that doesn't necessarily mean that the lesser known artists didn't have some shit to say, sometimes breaking the third wall and giving a little more to a film I'd just seen by revealing shite that one can't catch by simply sitting in a theater and checking it straightaway...case in point, I did a roundtable with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ctor comedian Jay Mohr (Jerry Maguire, Go) back when The Groomsmen was coming out a year-and change back and he was a barrel of laughs (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/07/edward-burns-groomsmen-q.html"&gt;click here to read the interview with Edward Burns, the film's director and star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)...I was sitting right next to Jay for this and shit just jumped off when he spotted the fluorescent yellow Bad Brains T-Shirt I was weari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ng...not only does he share a little nugget about one of my favorite bands, dude speaks on Christopher Walken, Tom Cruise, Buddy Hackett, the real deal in Hollywood,  choosing a porn star name...and Alonzo Mourning...check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP: What up, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Mohr: Hello, sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you manage to find the broad comedy in this character but still keep him a real guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: He is a real guy, he's based on the guys I grew up with so, he's 33 1/3% me, 33 1/3% James Barone (an old friend, who you don't know) and 33 1/3% Colin Quinn. So, when it came time to have a heart to heart [conversation in a scene] it was me, when he swore the most it was James and the rest of the time it was Colin Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did Colin know you were doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Who Colin? (deadpans) No, I can't give him any credit whatsoever [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So who's your "Jen"? (the woman his character is hopelessly in love with in the film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Huh? Oh, yeah--  I was like "Jessica Capshaw?"...in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Yeah, do you have a "Jen"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: No, I mean, I'm engaged. I've been married, that didn't work out. I'm going back in soon...you mean like in the night life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: No, brah...I can't say anything about that politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But you've had some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Some "Jens"? (starts laughing) No, no, I actually haven't had anything like that ever happen before (still laughing)...he knows I'm not trying to say-- A fuckin' Bad Brains shirt? My man! Crack-a-lackin'! (starts singing the chorus to "Soul Craft")...this guy's the hippest guy in the room. (to a British journalist) You thought it was a joke-- that's a great DC hardcore band. You know, Perry Farrell of Jane's Addiction once said "we're a cross between Duke Ellington and Bad Brains."...One more thing on Bad Brains, when I did my first TV appearance on The Half Hour Comedy Hour, I was wearing that T-Shirt in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEQZVQqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cjDhKTpBxnY/s1600-h/groomsmen+cast+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEQZVQqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cjDhKTpBxnY/s400/groomsmen+cast+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090134178328298146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The guy that you're playing in The Groomsmen is a little soft around the edges-- is that why you took the role, to go against type? I mean a grip of the other characters you've played were harder than coffin nails compared to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I took it because it was an Ed Burns movie and I wanted to work in New York. And then when I read this script I thought it was good. I read it again and it was a little better than the first time and then I read it a third time and I thought 'this is kinda like Diner'-- this could be really good if we could just talk and don't get all "act-y". But no, I didn't take the part because [the character] was all soft or anything-- actors that tell you things like that are usually making 20 million dollars a film and they  can choose discriminately (in officious voice): "I decided to play this guy because I've always wanted to do a Western"-- I want a fucking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what do you think about the film making scene now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Well, there's certainly a brand new middle class-- it's either 20 million a film or scale. But I'm happy to be in that middle class. I think you'll see a lot of people going into television, as you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you go back to TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I'd go back, yeah. I don't care, I got a kid, man--  I'll sell tampons. I mean, there's no selling-out once you get a kid. I got a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where were you in your relationship when you shot this film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I was in Vietnam, man...I was divorced for like a day and I was two months into my next marriage. And I needed this movie to sort of decompress. It was nice to do this movie and not have to worry about what lawyers were doing or anything-- I told everyone to leave me alone for a month -- and at the end of a day, I'd just come home to the woman I loved. That's it...we have a very wonderfully dull life which I never had before. For the fist time in my life I was able to be still and realized that it's okay to just sit in a room and read separate books next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So when you play sports are you anything like the guy in the film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I'm an animal. I'm the guy you hate. I'm the guy that yells at you for not hitting the cutoff man...stop throwing the ball around. Every softball game four runs are scored because some douche bag chose to strike someone out from the left field wall-- it's like "hit the fucking cutoff man and let's go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So, you doing any more stand-up or anything like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I do, every Tuesday I go down to the Irvine Improv in Orange County, me and my friend go down there and mess around...they give me the door and I go on the radio and mention the club and whatever...I just got back from Pearl Harbor, entertaining the troops for the Fourth of July-- it was wonderful. I could never be in the  Navy. I'm kind of a sloppy eater and they wear all that white. It'd be like "seaman Mohr, did you eat spaghetti today?"...no..."Did you stab a man to death?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You ever take a little of your Walken onstage with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: (impersonating Christopher Walken) Of course. It's the natural thing...to do. I'm famous now. No longer...do I have to wait...for Prophecy Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I've sat down with him before &lt;a href="http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2005/06/christopher-walken-king-of-new-york.html"&gt;and he talks about you, kinda--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: -- yeah, he says "that boy" he doesn't know my fuckin' name. (laughs) ...Yeah, he says "he does me better than I do me." ...he's a strange bird, man. I came up to him on a set once and he had a cup of noodles. And I'm like "what're you eating, Cup-o-Noodles?" and he goes "No, these are scallops." Fuckin' scallops...like I watched him open them. It says Cup-o-Noodles on the side, on the top...fuckin' Cup-o-Noodles! [picks up a soda can off the table and points] Like: is this is Coke?! (whispers) or a delicious Diet Pepsi [which he was doing commercials for at the time].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Nothing. I'm completely available. I took a year off to raise my son and now I know how to live and work at the same time-- and I needed to. I owed it to him and myself, to take a step back and just be home every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your character in the film plays the drums, you ever play an instrument before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: That's hard, man. It's the only instrument you can't hide behind-- you make a mistake on the drums and the neighbors know it. On the guitar or bass, you can just turn your back and go ha-ha- I'm playing rhythm.  And what's with using your feet all the time? It's the fucking drums! I mean, your feet are going around like this and everything-- it's hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So you've never played an instrument before, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: No. You know, on your couch or something but you  can't just practice drums in your garage, people will laugh at you. My whole life, with air drums, the snare was always the right hand, I'm a rightie-- WRONG! I was like "but I don't want to do it with my left hand" and the instructor was like "well that's how you do it." (starts playing air drums) I can't even do it right now! And Donal [Logue] got to learn the bass. The jerk! (laughs) You know why bassists are always jumping around on the stage? Because it's easy. You don't see The Edge dancing around because it's fucking hard, what he's doing. He's got to stand still and hit his pedals. I saw Pearl Jam last night, Jeff Ahment should've been in a circus, he's jumping around so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: It looks like you had a couple of good moments on screen with the guy who played your father, especially in the heavy bag scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I hear thunder! We had that scene done in a few takes [initially] and Johnny O just kept hitting that bag, but he's killing it-- he's like George Travallo in there. I was like oh my God but he's like this old cop who used to beat guys down, he was a crooked cop, for crying out loud, he's a dirty animal. (laughs) I was like [to Burns] "you've gotta film this" and Eddie says (in Burns' Brooklynese whisper): "I'm way ahead of ya." -- he had the steadycam floating around. He was like DeNiro in Raging Bull, hitting the bricks in the jail cell-- I was like "woah, easy Johnny"...he goes  (in psycho voice) "whattaya got?" and I go "I hear thunder!" and then its in the movie and I'm like "that made it in? How about the nine jokes you cut?" (still laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what else have you been up to off camera, with your son, for fun if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Well, my son's 3 1/2, you know the best laid plans are of mice and men. You make great plans, you know, we're going to go to Disneyland, we're going to go do this ride, do the haunted mansion, then we're going to go on the Twilight Zone and then we're going to go on the Tower of Terror, we're going to do this and we're going to do that and then you wind up standing behind a garbage can scaring people for two hours. Literally, we were like "Rooooowrrrrrr!!!!" And people are like "ah, that's  cute kid." I'm crazy about the beach-- he loves the beach. I'm trying to teach him how to swim, you know. I take him to the YMCA and I go to like a ghetto-y YMCA to do it, it's kind of funny. There's like Mexican guys with like facial tattoos and they're like (in an East Los cholo gangster accent) "Hey, you're that actor-guy." And I'm like "Hi" and they're like "what the fuck are you doing here, bro? That's fucked up! Look, get a picture with me"  and I'm like, "let's get out of the shower first." (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I read a while ago that you were friends with Tom Cruise, is there any truth in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: We're not friend-friends or anything, I'm sure that if we were out and we saw each other we'd be friendly. The guy was wonderful to me-- a joy to be around (on the set of Jerry Maguire). He just helped me, pulled me under his wing and gave me great advice, super-personable, knew everybody's name on the set, remembered stories that they'd told him two months before, such a pro. An underrated actor...My chair was too small [in the scene where] I was firing him, we were rehearsing and I was like "I need a higher chair, I need that angle" and he was like, "can we get another chair? [to director Cameron Crowe]  Cameron, he needs another chair! He needs to be higher" and I was like "wooooah! wayyy too much drama, I'm the new guy." And he said "if you need it [to play your scene better], don't underestimate it, its important."....I was folding my clothes (after shooting a scene) and the wardrobe lady came up to me and I was like "I don't work in wardrobe" and she goes "you really shouldn't fold your clothes, these girls bust their asses to keep them ironed" and I was like "yeah, you're right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So do you have a favorite Buddy Hackett story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I said to him "why don't you write a book?" And he goes (impersonating Hackett's voice) Well, you know, Sherri (Buddy's wife) would get upset reading about all the broads. "Why don't you just leave out all the women, then?"  (Hackett's voice again) Are you fucking crazy, you gotta write about the broads...whenever I'm down,  I always remind myself of the Siamese twin whose brother is gay and his boyfriend is coming over and they share the same asshole. And then I don't feel so bad...I got a lot of Hackett stories, when I walked in the door, you should've just said "gimme Hackett stories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: What's in my CD changer in my car right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Ghostface Killah's Fishscale-- fuckin' Ghostface is crazy...Outkast...Tool...Al Green: Best of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: No Motels? [like the character in the film]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: No, it was a bad era, bro. The 80s were no good. The 90s were good, the 70s were good...in my iPod, when I go to the gym I crank the Black Crows, Jane's Addiction, you know, that old Pete Rock and CL Smooth...KRS - ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So what're you doing for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: I'd really like to get back to work. I haven't worked in a year. I got a divorce, I wrote a check with two commas and said "it doesn't matter." I want to get back to work, I'll make it all back, gotta get back to work. I did  nothing...until next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What happens next Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Um, amateur porn. (laughs) I'm going to do a little thing called "The Casting Couch"...you know, we're always looking for new talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And your porn name's going to be...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Well, you know, you take your middle name and the street you grew up on, so I'd be "Ferguson Valley." I don't know why those people don't use their real names. Like, if I was that fucking degenerate and did that much crystal meth and smoked that much weed and drank that much vodka and Red Bull and I did porn-- I'd use my name. What would your name be? Middle name and street you grew up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Alonzo Rittenhouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Alonzo House, there you go. Your middle name's Alonzo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Yep, with a Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: What's your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Do you know Alonzo Bodden, the comic? He's a big dude, man... I know two black guys now, with the name Alonzo-- three, Alonzo Mourning. I could kick his ass, way to leave the (New Jersey) Nets, you fuckin' pansies!..."it's hard...the coach is mean"...Ah, go fuck yourself, asshole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEgZVQrI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zD3Zu4XvWtE/s1600-h/groomsmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEgZVQrI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zD3Zu4XvWtE/s400/groomsmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090134182623265458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;..here's Mohr in a clip from the film..."the pissing pants story"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmk9XBS1S1Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmk9XBS1S1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-2598273021772529025?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/2598273021772529025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=2598273021772529025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2598273021772529025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2598273021772529025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/jay-mohr-talks-bad-brains-c-walken-and.html' title='Jay Mohr Talks Bad Brains, C. Walken and Tom Cruise (Q&amp;A)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqPKEQZVQpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bSuVyn-3NiU/s72-c/JAY-MOHR-450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-7966810590298766116</id><published>2007-07-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:57.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Biel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Sandler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin James'/><title type='text'>I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry: The New Runaway Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUwZVQoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4LdCADSFwtg/s1600-h/chuckandlarryposterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUwZVQoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4LdCADSFwtg/s400/chuckandlarryposterbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089787016121762434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I got tucked up in traffic yesterday so I had to 86 the screener for Shane Meadows'  This Is England (I got cleared for another showing on Tuesday, though) -- to be honest, after a long day of archiving films, I wasn't really in the mood to absorb any Romper Stomper type shite anyway...still, I wanted to check something new this weekend and since all other screeners were booked up, I shot on over to one of the cineplexes near my crib for a little matinee action today...and caught a showing of Adam Sandler's new joint I Now Pronounce You Chuck &amp; Larry...you might wanna play this Hole cut whilst reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayer305kryR9ECX.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/305kryR9ECX.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/97466" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/97466" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in this new film, the camera follows the antics of Chuck Levine (Sandler) and his NYFD fire-fighting homebiscuit Larry Valentine (Kevin James) who, after surviving a near fatal inferno, gins up a plan to make sure that Valentine's children will get taken care of, should the widower ever get fried in a fire: go to Canada, get married and come back to NYC and wait for the benefits to kick in before they part ways on the matrimonial front after the kids' futures are safely insured , the onliest catch, revealed to them on the whisper by their lawyer (a smokin' hot Jessica Biel who made the "Grepsi" -- I'll explain later--  really kick in for a few seconds while jigglin' around in some striped underwear) that if they're caught telling porky pies, then they'd be thrown under the jail for cutting legal corners ...I would normally type something like 'laughs are right around the fire escape', etc. but I'd be getting ahead of myself if I did so here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUgZVQnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K-Qxc1W0H4Y/s1600-h/chuck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUgZVQnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K-Qxc1W0H4Y/s400/chuck1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089787011826795122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Huh? What's that kid? Fuck me, four bucks for a Hebrew Nation hot dog? Keep it, son-- I'll just sip on this little bottle of Grepsi (Grape soda and Absolut) that I snuck inside...allow me to just cut to the chase and say that this movie was bad for so many reasons and is the second new film I've seen featuring an actor phoning in a schtick that's as played as the fabric in dad's old hatband...in as many weeks, no less-- shite, I should stop breaking down and paying to see films; stick to the free screenings and the like...it's not bad as in so bad that its good, it's bad as in avoid at all costs but what can I say? Sometimes I'm like that proverbial cat who gets his comeuppance when he pays attention to his inquisitive side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Firstly, James goes on auto pilot and does whatever it was that he did on the sitcom King of Queens a while back...wasn't funny then, still ain't...Sandler goes in the other direction by playing a composite of every character he's played up to Click and put a cherry on top as the lady killer who regularly scores truckloads of Hooters Girls and hot blonde doctors-- even  if you suspend belief and let the fact that dude's stinkin' rich in the real seep in, it just doesn't work here...I didn't buy it and neither will you...As bad as this film is, the Happy Madison Productions folk managed to get actors like Ving Rhames, Steve Buscemi and Dan Aykroyd to do the "family film" buckdance for about 90 minutes...but it doesn't stop there...cameos by other Saturday Night Live alums like Rob Schneider, David Spade and Rachel Dratch just throw gasoline on the fire of un-funny...did I already say that Jessica was lookin' hot...oh...roight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUgZVQmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/95bGLQ8rVC8/s1600-h/chuck_and_larry_jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUgZVQmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/95bGLQ8rVC8/s400/chuck_and_larry_jessica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089787011826795106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where was I again, oh...I guess the SNL curse is still alive and kickin' -- with a little camera play, Spade managed to shrink the salamander even further by appearing in a Playboy Bunny get-up...the real deal breaker for yours truly came during the obligatory "straight-guy-playing-gay-goes-shopping-with-hot-chick" sequence during which noodle-rocker Dave Matthews appears as a fabulously gay boutique clerk while Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" blares through the speakers...I now understand why those pissed off cowboys used to jump up and down on their own hats when they got pissed because I felt like doing it myself about 30 minutes ago, so save your bread, buy yourself a six pack and don't even think of renting this when it comes out-- just when I thought the studios couldn't sink any lower, something like this comes around to tell me that the conveyor belt of crap is much longer than it would seem: close cover before striking, you've been warned...Even Jessica Biel's ass can't save this joint, so run away! Run far, far away if anyone around you mentions going to see it... the only things remarkable about this film is that it got made and is opening wide all over the country...oh, and it reveals that Dan Aykroyd's bald-spot is growing larger and that he'll do absolutely  anything these days for a buck....et tu Ellwood?...Et tu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I don't watch TV and just in case you haven't seen the trailer, either...well, here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K98eT6j3XUw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K98eT6j3XUw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-7966810590298766116?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/7966810590298766116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=7966810590298766116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7966810590298766116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7966810590298766116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-now-pronounce-you-chuck-and-larry-new.html' title='I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry: The New Runaway Movie'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RqKOUwZVQoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4LdCADSFwtg/s72-c/chuckandlarryposterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-241141691629108736</id><published>2007-07-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:57.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan Almighty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Graham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morgan Freeman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Carrell'/><title type='text'>Evan Almighty: How the Mighty Have Fallen (Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf8HcfMeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9-IQICi9gj8/s1600-h/EVAN+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf8HcfMeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9-IQICi9gj8/s400/EVAN+COVER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087554584207897058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...I was chillaxin' earlier today and out of the blue, I decided to go and check out a film...as it turns out the only thing that was coming up in the next half hour in the theater down the street was Evan Almighty....I've seen Bruce Almighty with Jim Carrey and Morgan Freeman already...I had a couple of laughs back when I saw it...so I figured, what the fuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf8HcfMdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gORPmt36ZfU/s1600-h/evan-almighty-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf8HcfMdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gORPmt36ZfU/s400/evan-almighty-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087554584207897042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...As the story maintains, Evan Baxter (Steve Carell), the foil/ news anchor from the first film, makes the jump from the news chair to a seat in Congress which precipitates in a move from Buffalo, NY to Northern Virginia with his family in tow...Once he gets to said City on the Hill, he gets a message from God (Morgan Freeman reprises his role as the Man upstairs) and is instructed to build an ark before an impending, planet-cleansing flood washes over everything (even a date is given)...initially the eye-rolling, clean-shaven germophobe ignores the call from above but eventually gets the zap on his dome and acquiesces, politics, family and C-Span be dammed...laughs are right around the bend on the road to Damascus...or are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf73cfMcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2hadbujMRU0/s1600-h/evan_almighty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf73cfMcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/2hadbujMRU0/s400/evan_almighty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087554579912929730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...note to self: when it takes this long for a sequel to a film premise to come forth, there's usually a reason for it...even in this town there's an unwritten statute of limitations...and not even bon mots from Wanda Sykes, fake beards or John Goodman's man-boobs can keep this travesty of a hoax of a sham afloat...I must admit, I chuckled at a couple of the gags in there but the beer buzz wore off quick when the shots-at-the-crotch and duck dick jokes (not a typo) really started to flow in earnest...I don't know when this was shot but there's so much that could've been done with this film that wasn't...it's an according to Hoyle schlock-fest, a family-film geared for mouth-breathing suburbanites (like the lot sitting behind me in the theater earlier), watered down with a save the environmental message that reeks of the big "Ka- Ching-Factor" for all involved...what the fuck was Lauren Graham thinking? I spoke to her a couple of years ago, she's way smarter than this and surely Freeman was slumming when he signed on for this, the antithesis of everything the first funny installation was...I'm not a betting man..and there's no such thing as a "sure thing" oh wait, there is: I'm sure you'll feel robbed if you go see this...to be honest, the 8 bucks I spent were the only thing keeping me from walking out halfway through and going to type this up earlier...I did it so you don't have to but if you're a sucker for punishment, you can wait for the DVD...trust me...well, ok, don't trust me...watch this trailer...and it looked so promising when first saw it months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zY54ZfLvgW4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zY54ZfLvgW4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-241141691629108736?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/241141691629108736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=241141691629108736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/241141691629108736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/241141691629108736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/evan-almighty-how-mighty-have-fallen.html' title='Evan Almighty: How the Mighty Have Fallen (Review)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rpqf8HcfMeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9-IQICi9gj8/s72-c/EVAN+COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-1123957783428915681</id><published>2007-07-10T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:58.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose Byrne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando Bloom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane Kruger'/><title type='text'>Rewind: Troy --  The 3 Degrees of Swords, Sandals...and Braveheart? (Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8d4HDOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/S8S0tYg1at4/s1600-h/troy_movie_poster_helen_brad_pitt_eric_bana_orlando_bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8d4HDOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/S8S0tYg1at4/s400/troy_movie_poster_helen_brad_pitt_eric_bana_orlando_bloom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620549276077282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when 300 dropped a couple of months ago and all of the hype was in full swing, I couldn't help but recall similar circumstances that took place in the lead up to the release of another film based on similar themes from the same region, Troy...as it turns out when the latter was released I covered it for a review but it never went into press...that's what blogs are for, son...it went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8N4HDNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ioGMe-6vmE4/s1600-h/unmk_01_img0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8N4HDNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ioGMe-6vmE4/s400/unmk_01_img0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620544981109970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...(in 2004)  Troy was Hollywood's latest attempt at circling back to the good old day with the sword-n-sandal epic that starred  Brad Pitt, Eric Bana, Orlando Bloom (pictured above with Diane Kruger) and Peter O'Toole is based on Homer's heavily layered epic poem  The Iliad. The film picks up at the end of the prologue leading to a 10-year war between the Achaeans (Greeks) and the Trojans-sparked by a beauty contest between the goddesses Aphrodite, Hera and Athena.  The mortal judge, Paris (Bloom), son of Priam (O'Toole) picks Athena, who promises him the renown beauty Helen (Kruger). As the tale holds, Helen's already married to the Greek warrior King Menelaus (Brendan Gleeson) and after realizing the goddesses must be crazy, Paris and Helen make a run for the border...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA794HDLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VOtmgJ9JnFA/s1600-h/Troy-14035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA794HDLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VOtmgJ9JnFA/s400/Troy-14035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620540686142642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In an effort to salvage his connubial honor, the cuckolded chieftain declares a full-on war -- after soliciting the help of his brother, the Mycenaean King Agamemnon Brian Cox, who sees the opportunity as a convenient means to attack the impregnable walls of the Trojan's enclave. The primary character in the piece, however, is Achilles (Pitt), the greatest warrior of his day and although he can kill you three times before you hit the ground, he hates to follow orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8N4HDMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P-mHfUCEN3I/s1600-h/Troy-14486r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8N4HDMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P-mHfUCEN3I/s400/Troy-14486r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620544981109954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wolfgang Petersen's, Troy is a sweeping attempt to bring one of the oldest tales around to the big screen by ham-handedly copping ideas from Braveheart, Lord of the Rings and, most prolifically, Gladiator - mercifully, the Mt. Olympus back story is nixed altogether. While the viewer gets to see the origin of popular idioms like beware of Greeks bearing gifts, Achilles' heel, etc., the best thing Troy offers is the juxtaposition of the faces of memorable characters from other flicks sashaying around the coast of Malta in body armor: see Tyler Durden versus the Incredible Hulk with Legolas and Boromir hamming it up on the sidelines. You'll trip watching, Braveheart's uncle Argyle and best friend Hamish (pictured above) go over the top as Greek heavies too. Pitt goes on autopilot with Legends of the Fall-filler-for-the-females as Eric Bana (looking like a poor man's Tom Cruise) does a shite's site better as Hector- who'd've thunk it? O'Toole brings a little depth to a film otherwise overrun with broad-stroked performances - Priam's scene in Achilles' tent is the tightest in the picture. If you check the DVD, for the CGI battle scenes or the gratuitous ass-shots, bring a bucket of coffee because clocking in at 165 minutes, Troy is a cinematic odyssey in it's own right. 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(Review)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpPA8d4HDOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/S8S0tYg1at4/s72-c/troy_movie_poster_helen_brad_pitt_eric_bana_orlando_bloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5768514647379059047</id><published>2007-07-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:58.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thelonious Monk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live at the It Club'/><title type='text'>Thelonious Monk: Live @ the It Club (Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdN4HDHI/AAAAAAAAATg/hduyt1DJoLA/s1600-h/gerry-monk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdN4HDHI/AAAAAAAAATg/hduyt1DJoLA/s400/gerry-monk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085394612521471090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thelonious Monk (above, left, at Minton's in NYC, circa '47) is one of those way-out-there jazz originals who, along with laying down the foundation for hard bop, tended to color his sonic pastiche outside the margins of even the loosely applied fringes of serious jazz (all the while maintaining a sense of humor that he'd sprinkle over everything he did)...in doing so, he's issued a grip of great studio work and sounded even better on live recordings...such is the case on his Live at the It Club set which was grabbed during a gig at L.A.'s storied jazz club which no longer exists in the brick-and-mortar real but is still kept alive in memory through old pictures and recordings...Live at the It Club takes you there (you can actually hear bottles and glasses clinking at quiet points)...recorded in 1964, when the pianist's chops were in full flower, it was wrapped up over a couple of nights as the Monk made his rounds on the West Coast ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdd4HDII/AAAAAAAAATo/2tXTPh96Xmk/s1600-h/monk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdd4HDII/AAAAAAAAATo/2tXTPh96Xmk/s400/monk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085394616816438402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...while Monk is the keystone holding the ensemble in place, the lineup of the staff on hand includes hard-hitting sidemen: Charlie Rouse (tenor sax), Larry Gales (bass) and Ben Riley (drums) who all come together and yield one of the finer live jazz albums out there...to be certain, this double disc set has highlights all over the place but, if it's your first time checking the LP, the list of tunes to listen for begin with "Straight No Chaser", a swingin' number that sets the mood for everything that follows in it's wake...other hotspots include "Teo", "Bright Mississippi" (both of which were previously unreleased on the original pressings), "Blues Five Spot", "Evidence", "Nutty" , "Epistrophy (Theme)"  (first recorded when he played in Coleman Hawkins' outfit during the salad days) and "Bemsha Swing" (...I first heard John Coltrane and Don Cherry's cover of this on a JC album which made me dig a little deeper)...too, it must be noted, there's a couple of joints that the newly initiated will either grow into over time or just not dig, for instance, "Gallop's Gallop" is a minor, dischord number that has an acquired taste (I dig it now, but not the first couple of times I heard it)... "Misterioso" gets really weird for a second but hold tight, it settles back into a calcified groove after that "wig-out" moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdd4HDJI/AAAAAAAAATw/xgVDxZvzCi0/s1600-h/6158%7EThelonious-Monk-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdd4HDJI/AAAAAAAAATw/xgVDxZvzCi0/s400/6158%7EThelonious-Monk-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085394616816438418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some Scrapple from the Apple...from what I've learned over the years, that was Monk's way, slippin' his audience a mickey on the DL--  he'd reel his audience in and BAM, slip some experimental shit into the mix, once he had their noses wide open as he circles back on that weird, modal jumping thing at the end but what the hey, that's one of the reasons why I love the guy's music-- when I first started checking him, every listen was like opening up a box of chocolates from Mama Gump...I never knew what I was going to hear...yeah, I went there, son...as I type this, I realize I could close in tight on historical minutia but I won't, if you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes, I know you will... I'll let the tunage speak for itself by posting a couple more jams-to-check-first  below (surprise!) ...if you dig on live jazz; want to get into it but don't know where to start, cop Thelonious' Live at the It Club set, it'll do you right...in terms of piano, it's up there with Kind of Blue, in my book...here's my favorite cut on the album, "Well, You Needn't"-- when the time comes, Thelonious plucks out a blinding groove that opens the door for a stand up bass solo by Gales which eventually breaks down with a "shave-and-a-haircut" tag...the ensuing phat-bottomed drum workout from Riley, is just icing on the cake (check how he digs in just as everyone seamlessly drop back into the fold on the 1 and roll on out)...these cats were playing their hearts out while throwing it on the It Club's stage and it's also evident that they were having a ball....just like the patrons who walked through the doors on the nights that this album got recorded...it feels like you're right there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdt4HDKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XsWBXClhZhY/s1600-h/THELONIOUS+IT+CLUB+COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/93814" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/93814" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....click the header or &lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/view/93814#comment-376493"&gt;here to check a few more cuts&lt;/a&gt; from this album....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5768514647379059047?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/blog_post/view/93814#comment-376493' title='Thelonious Monk: Live @ the It Club (Review)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5768514647379059047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5768514647379059047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5768514647379059047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5768514647379059047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/07/thelonious-monk-live-it-club-review.html' title='Thelonious Monk: Live @ the It Club (Review)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RpLzdN4HDHI/AAAAAAAAATg/hduyt1DJoLA/s72-c/gerry-monk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-7523213836133351931</id><published>2007-06-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:59:59.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Zane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kris Kristofferson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daryl Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Dreyfuss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thora Birch'/><title type='text'>Silver City Should be Seen Again...and Again (Review)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoFuUV6V13I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2b6AUISEop0/s1600-h/46224-large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080463150408914802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoFuUV6V13I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2b6AUISEop0/s400/46224-large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Here's a film that came out in 2004, just before that year's presidential election, come on, you remember...just before that faux "mandate" that we're still paying for (to the tune of 2 billion simoleans per day) got foisted on us-- remember that? Well, around that time John Sayles directed Silver City, a so-prescient-that-its-funny-and-scary-as-hell flick that dropped in September of that year. The premise follows the political ascension of Dicky Pilager (Chris Cooper) who's on the fictional campaign trail in Colorado. Although Dicky's a "presidential-looking" charmer on TV screens, he's a day late and a dollar short intellectually; especially when it comes to dealing with the aspects of public policy that directly affect his constiuency (quickly evidenced whenever he opens his pie hole to utter an impromptu thought)...None of this seems to squelch the efforts of the powers-that-be from trying to slide him into office at all costs...Chuck Raven (Richard Dreyfuss), Dicky's ruthless campaign manager, performs all the skulduggery behind the curtains while keeping his charge conveniently out of the loop about his misdeeds as head string-puller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....In keeping with that last little bit, Raven hires Danny O'brien (Danny Huston), a private investigator/ burned out-journalist, to do his dirty work. As the story maintains, O'brien begins to uncover more and more information which awakens the dormant, hard news journo hibernating within...it's deja vu all over again: Sayles' Silver City is is an unapologetic noir interpretation of what was around the corner back in '04; holds a message that bears repeating as the nation gears up for 2008 and the stakes are higher than they ever were four years ago, though a lot of those same arguments seem to have arisen re: the back channels of America's electoral process, the reliability of a cowed fourth estate, immigration/ conservation laws, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoFuUF6V12I/AAAAAAAAASw/cGgE5W05ZGg/s1600-h/B0006GVJEO.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080463146113947490" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoFuUF6V12I/AAAAAAAAASw/cGgE5W05ZGg/s400/B0006GVJEO.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Silver City is equally a broad satire of our rapidly devolving political situation as it is a clarion call to seek (and pay attention to) ineluctable hard facts, past and present; fact that can't be found by just sticking our heads in the sand while dumbed-down McNews casts wash over us...Every member of this film's cast deliver the goods with simultaneously hilarious and poignant results. While Sayles' political leanings are worn right beside his wrist watch, Silver City does what any political film worth it's salt should: it raise questions about the status quo...See for yourself, give it a whirl, you've got plenty of time to check it before November '08, so there's no excuse not to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-7523213836133351931?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/7523213836133351931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=7523213836133351931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7523213836133351931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/7523213836133351931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-silver-city-should-be-seen-again.html' title='Silver City Should be Seen Again...and Again (Review)...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoFuUV6V13I/AAAAAAAAAS4/2b6AUISEop0/s72-c/46224-large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-862090185149061875</id><published>2007-06-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:00.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is This Real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wipers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth of America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Sage'/><title type='text'>...Wipers: Before There was Kurt, there was Greg Sage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfPN4HDGI/AAAAAAAAATY/JnCo5zYywHo/s1600-h/WIPERS+GREG+SAGE+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfPN4HDGI/AAAAAAAAATY/JnCo5zYywHo/s400/WIPERS+GREG+SAGE+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081290994608442466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there's nothing finer than being reminded of a great band that you'd totally forgotten about but used to love...no, wait there is something better, being turned on to a band that you'd totally slept on by someone who knows your tastes (and has a good ear of their own)...it's the gift that keeps on giving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfPN4HDFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/r4uuhXfBxd0/s1600-h/MICKI+and+MACS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfPN4HDFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/r4uuhXfBxd0/s400/MICKI+and+MACS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081290994608442450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...having said all of the above, upon closer inspection, I realized, to my pleasant surprise, that Micki had slipped me some of their shite already when she was here earlier in the year while I was at work or something, the point is I had 'em and (yet again) hadn't gotten around to 'em (we swapped a grip of tunage, son)...again: it's the gift that keeps on giving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfOd4HDEI/AAAAAAAAATI/xtIjWV_5mZ4/s1600-h/WIPERS+IS+THIS+REAL%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfOd4HDEI/AAAAAAAAATI/xtIjWV_5mZ4/s400/WIPERS+IS+THIS+REAL%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081290981723540546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..is this real or is this Memorex...well, it's kinda both; after doing a little looking around I've found that my favorite cuts come from the LPs  Is This Real?  and Youth of America...I've got a long list of "best-nobody's-talking-about" and these guys have been added to it...look 'em up if you've heard-of-but-haven't-checked, don't know who the hell I'm talking about...or just plain like to find good tunage &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:jiftxqr5ldfe%7ET1"&gt;then these dudes are definitely it&lt;/a&gt; ...if you see 'em, cop 'em and don't ask questions...I've been born-again-hard on this group's instrumental "When It's Over" all weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfON4HDDI/AAAAAAAAATA/SNVeb9M7CxA/s1600-h/WIPERS+YOUTH+OF+AMERICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88646" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/88646" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for more Wipers tunes and a link to Micki's original post, click the header or &lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88646"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/christopherpryor/Desktop/WIPERS%20YOUTH%20OF%20AMERICA.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-862090185149061875?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88646' title='...Wipers: Before There was Kurt, there was Greg Sage...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/862090185149061875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=862090185149061875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/862090185149061875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/862090185149061875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/wipers-before-there-was-kurt-there-was.html' title='...Wipers: Before There was Kurt, there was Greg Sage...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RoRfPN4HDGI/AAAAAAAAATY/JnCo5zYywHo/s72-c/WIPERS+GREG+SAGE+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-76609269599914483</id><published>2007-06-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:00.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agent Orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in Darkness'/><title type='text'>Agent Orange’s Living in Darkness (Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rn2hHl6V10I/AAAAAAAAASg/_Fr4iCc8gsg/s1600-h/ndark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rn2hHl6V10I/AAAAAAAAASg/_Fr4iCc8gsg/s400/ndark.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079393106551756610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was waaay too young to fully absorb Agent Orange when they first dropped their debut LP Living in Darkness but luckily, through the magic of analog recording/ digital remastering I can turn back the hands of time to September 1981 (a month before my 9th birthday, yo)...the re-ish, of their seminal set opens with the original version of “Bloodstains” which chugs up in your facial like Jaws’ dorsal fin and then it’s on to the passable “Too Young to Die” followed by “Everything Turns to Grey”...things start getting interesting on their version of Dick Dale’s “Miserlou” and even moreso on the infectious “The Last Goodbye” but then there’s a relapse on “No Such Thing” which strikes me as a track of filler, plain and simple…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going forward, I learned from the liner notes that the version of “A Cry for Help In a World Gone Mad” was recorded totally unrehearsed and, not to put too fine a point on it: it sounds like it…this is followed by a “Darkness Version” of Bloodstains that only an AO afficionado would really dig on (all’s I really checked was the way it was mixed down)...of the seven remaining cuts, the ones I skipped to for multiple spins were: “Pipeline,” a crunch-rock take on the Ventures’ instrumental guit-fiddle classic from way back when, then “Breakdown” (which any early-era Clash fan will gush over) and “Mr. Moto,” another instrumental cover cut from back in the day and worth a double-take. The last cut on the newer CD is actually an interview from 1981 wherein Mike, Scott and James shoot the shite and expound on why they were doing what they did when they did it while recording the original LP…Taken as a whole, I think Living in Darkness is worth copping; a collection of punk tunes that’ll butter any punk-lover’s popcorn; a keeper for those who like a touch of the hard stuff every once in a while…here are three of the cuts I’m vibin’ on…I’ll begin with breakdown…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayer5g4U64kGsOI.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/5g4U64kGsOI.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88304" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/88304" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....click Header to check more tracks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-76609269599914483?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/88304' title='Agent Orange’s Living in Darkness (Review)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/76609269599914483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=76609269599914483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/76609269599914483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/76609269599914483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/agent-oranges-living-in-darkness-review.html' title='Agent Orange’s Living in Darkness (Review)'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rn2hHl6V10I/AAAAAAAAASg/_Fr4iCc8gsg/s72-c/ndark.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-3615795834531719225</id><published>2007-06-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:01.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pietasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oolooloo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Day'/><title type='text'>Oolooloo: The Pietasters Return with a 2 Tone Twist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RnmjVV6V1yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iYuQrK37LqM/s1600-h/url.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RnmjVV6V1yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iYuQrK37LqM/s400/url.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269641891370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Back in my Atlanta days I got turned on to the Pie Tasters' 2 Tone sound by the lead singer of a group called the Skunks (a Ska outfit from Baltimore who we played with at The Bank years before)...he gave me a cassette tape of this album and I was hooked (there only a handful of American bands that I feel captured that British sound from the days when Chrysalis Records was bumpin' the Selecter...the Specials...Madness back in the 80s)...at any rate, I got a notice the other day announcing a new, forthcoming album and a tour (if you're on the east coast check 'em out-- no shows west of Nevada as of this writing--I'll post the itinerary beneath the player below)...here's a picture of them kicking it in front of the Frolic Room (which is one of my LA haunts )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RnmjVF6V1xI/AAAAAAAAASI/sUhRBOxmTC8/s1600-h/pietasters.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RnmjVF6V1xI/AAAAAAAAASI/sUhRBOxmTC8/s400/pietasters.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078269637596403474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shebeen%20and%20bought%20the%20soundtrack:%20these%20guys%27%20brass%20section%20put"&gt;Shebeen there and bought the soundtrack&lt;/a&gt; ...No Doubt almost got it on a right on a couple of cuts but never consistently and I never got all the into the Mighty Bosstones' sound for some reason...the Pietasters, however, are the real deal...this LP was perfect for walking around the streets of New York (I still check it while riding the trains here in Flossed Angeles, as a matter of fact)...hold tight when checking the cut below because it's a two-fer due to the way the CD was cut;  it starts off with "Tell You Why"  and then at around 4:03 it rolls into an uptempo "old yeller"  called "Maggie Mae" which goes great with a pint (or two or three) of the black stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayerqNAwwOs861V.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/qNAwwOs861V.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="22" width="100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/87012" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/87012" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some copy from the itenerary and press release with some of the dates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Immediate Release:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUL SKA PIONEERS THE PIETASTERS&lt;br /&gt;RELEASE NEW STUDIO ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY ON AUGUST 21, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Soul-ska pioneers The Pietasters release their new studio album, All Day, on August 21, 2007 (Indication Records / RedEye USA).  The release marks the band’s first release in five years.  Produced by Todd Harris (James Brown), All Day displays an impeccably refined Pietasters: soul-drenched and in fine songwriting form. Expect The Pietasters’ signature sound of skankin’ punk rhythms and raucous vocal rumblings slowed down and sticky thick with the sounds of early Motown and Jamaican soul. The result is subtly nostalgic and enticingly fresh, offering plenty for both longtime listeners and younger underground music fans who missed the ska scene on the first (or second and third) go ‘round. Indeed, there is something truly timeless about ska music; and who better to remind us of that than The Pietasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This record is a version of what a van ride with us would be like,” says The Pietasters’ bassist and songwriter Jorge Pezzimenti of their soul roots, rock and reggae-inspired new album. All Day captures the high energy, brotherly camaraderie and attention to detail on which they’ve built their rock-steady name as an explosive live attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pietasters bring their high energy live show, and their new material, to venues coast to coast this summer.  The current list of confirmed show dates is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28 River Street Jazz Café Wilkes-Barre PA&lt;br /&gt;June 29 Grog Shop Cleveland OH&lt;br /&gt;June 30 Mr. Small’s Theatre Pittsburgh PA&lt;br /&gt;July 04 Asbury Lanes Asbury Park NJ&lt;br /&gt;July 13 All Good Festival Masontown WV&lt;br /&gt;July 20 The Whiskey Annapolis MD&lt;br /&gt;July 21 The State Theatre Falls Church, VA&lt;br /&gt;August 10 Royal Lake Park Fairfax VA&lt;br /&gt;August 11 Martin’s Downtown Roanoke VA&lt;br /&gt;August 16 Rock and Blues Concert Cruise Boston MA&lt;br /&gt;August 17 Valentines Albany NY&lt;br /&gt;August 18 The Chance Loft Poughkeepsie NY&lt;br /&gt;August 22 Peppermint Beach Club Virginia Beach VA&lt;br /&gt;August 24 Cat’s Cradle Carborro NC&lt;br /&gt;August 25 Ska Weekend-Old City Knoxville TN&lt;br /&gt;September 5 TBA Albuquerque NM&lt;br /&gt;September 6 The Clubhouse Tempe AZ&lt;br /&gt;September 8 Clark County Amphitheatre Las Vegas NV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...for more details and date additions go to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thepietasters.com/"&gt;The Pietasters' official site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-3615795834531719225?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thepietasters.com' title='Oolooloo: The Pietasters Return with a 2 Tone Twist...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/3615795834531719225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=3615795834531719225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3615795834531719225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/3615795834531719225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/oolooloo-pietasters-return-with-2-tone.html' title='Oolooloo: The Pietasters Return with a 2 Tone Twist...'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RnmjVV6V1yI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iYuQrK37LqM/s72-c/url.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-5516178035564972138</id><published>2007-06-18T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:01.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Suite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live at Newport 1956'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duke Ellington'/><title type='text'>Check It: Duke Ellington's New Orleans Suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqR16V1wI/AAAAAAAAASA/bTHOvovVEsc/s1600-h/Duke-Ellington-New-Orleans-Suite+CROPPED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqR16V1wI/AAAAAAAAASA/bTHOvovVEsc/s400/Duke-Ellington-New-Orleans-Suite+CROPPED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077573590901446402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If you’ve relegated Duke Ellington’s body of work to your Ken Burns incidental music file and consider his contributions to jazz to be a relic like, say, the Rosetta Stone, to be acknowledged as important but now rendered useless to the language because the lexicon has moved past wherever it was previously—if you park your car in that garage, then I’d suggest you pick up a copy of New Orleans Suite which was released in 1971…This LP is one of the swingin-est efforts from the Duke's thick songbook and demonstrates that although the times may change, some things don’t—Ellington and co. were still as relevant when they threw this one down as they ever were…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The Germans have a word for the way that Ellington composed his music: Fingerspitzengefühl which literally means—to possess a steady or smooth hand at something, an instinct for dealing with a situation and I think that Ellington’s musical instincts are dutifully exemplified in New Orleans Suite which holds some of the maestro's best...The highlights begin from the jump with "Blues for New Orleans" which opens the set and once that brass refrain/ sax solo takes you to the proverbial "there" Wild Bill Davis will churchify your mind with the Hammond B-3 and reel you right on back in...After slowing everything down with a flute-heavy "Bourbon Street Jingling Jollies", "Portrait of Louis Armstrong" will make the big toe shoot up in your boot, as Little Richard might say-- you'll hear some of the finest brass section hooks and swerves ever captured on acetate during the 70s but it doesn't stop there because later, "Second Line" will inform that Ellington's posse was still tighter than a drum, even if the world had moved on to fusion and pop material by that time...the appropriately placed "Portrait of Mahalia Jackson", another flute-joint, moodily closes out the set and serves as a sonic wave good bye as four years after it was pressed, Ellington passed away in New York City...there's a little bit of music history wrapped up in these recordings as it contains the last recordings ever cut by alto saxophonist Johnny Hodges who passed away during the recording sessions. Too, you'll hear Ellington stalwarts throw it down like a pride of lions; the horns section alone boasts jazz workhorses like Paul Gonsalves (tenor sax), Russell Procope  (alto clarinet/ sax), Johnny Hodges (alto sax) and Cootie Williams (trumpet) among many others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqRl6V1vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iar0CKPRwfM/s1600-h/duke+at+PIANO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqRl6V1vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iar0CKPRwfM/s400/duke+at+PIANO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077573586606479090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing: New Orleans Suite contains a couple of great examples of what a "swinging" ensemble sounds like...the drums make your ass want to do one thing and the horn pulls you elsewhere...that's it, yo...Check out "Portrait of Louis Armstrong" for example, first everyone's groovin' together and then, BOOM,   they diverge (while still harmoniously together on that next level)...the swinging starts around :08 and even moreso around :19 to :30 (you'll really hear what I'm talking  about more clearly around 1:06-ish, so wait for it)-- by 1:27, it's all over, son, either you'll feel it or you won't )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqRl6V1uI/AAAAAAAAARw/-IGhS24Mn2M/s1600-h/DUKE+LIVE+AT+NEWPORT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqRl6V1uI/AAAAAAAAARw/-IGhS24Mn2M/s400/DUKE+LIVE+AT+NEWPORT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077573586606479074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...everyone has their mental list of "take-this-one-if-there's-a-fire" albums and for most of the artists in my collection I have one...in Ellington's case there's two: New Orleans Suite and Live At Newport 1956 because both albums take decades of artistic refinement, imbues that with ingredients from (what was then ) the new and bridges whatever gap lay in between the two points; inextricably connecting their coordinates by acoustically iterating the importance of reflection and exploration of the unchartered...yeah, that's right, just like the Rosetta Stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/86291" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***click header to check a couple more tracks I threw into the comments on my MOG***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-5516178035564972138?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/33297' title='Check It: Duke Ellington&apos;s New Orleans Suite'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/5516178035564972138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=5516178035564972138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5516178035564972138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/5516178035564972138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-it-duke-ellingtons-new-orleans.html' title='Check It: Duke Ellington&apos;s New Orleans Suite'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/RncqR16V1wI/AAAAAAAAASA/bTHOvovVEsc/s72-c/Duke-Ellington-New-Orleans-Suite+CROPPED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-2256411082096348827</id><published>2007-06-16T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:35:11.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaiian Music...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elodia Kāne'/><title type='text'>E Ku'u Baby Hot Cha Cha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0001/2800/images/1181700744.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0001/2800/images/1181700744.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Aloha, what's crack-tacular? Me?...I'm playing it close but its safe to say that there's no reward without risk and the former is not as savory without a dollop of the latter which brings me to this wine-based umbrella drink sitting beside me while I envision sitting on the beaches on one of the islands in the chain that lies about 5 hours west of the Pacific Coast Highway...(intersection of Ocean &amp; Wishire below; the Pacific's right on the other side of those palm trees)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0001/2800/images/1181700887.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0001/2800/images/1181700887.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I'm keeping the karmic wolverines at bay Hawaiian style today with a couple of tracks I found on a compilation in the library, originally from the state that single-handedly keeps the people who make Spam *extremely* happy (I'm not taking the piss, &lt;a href="http://starbulletin.com/2003/04/02/features/story1.html"&gt;they go buck-wild for the mystery meat over there&lt;/a&gt; , apparently)...grab yourself whatever the guy passed out on the floor is having, kick your feet up and get Gilligan's Island up in here...and remember "Aia a kau ka i`a i ka wa`a, mana`o ke ola" (one can think of life/ the future after the fish is in the canoe) which is along the lines of 'don't count your chickens before they hatch'   check this tune out (click header for full post)...aloha mofos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0001/2800/images/1181700944.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://mog.com/images/users/0000/0001/2800/images/1181700944.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background:#000000; width:320; height:141"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:122px;width:320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="320" height="122" name="MOGPlayero8PooCROLeq.mp3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/o8PooCROLeq.mp3"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="100" height="22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/84019" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/84019" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11070182-2256411082096348827?l=chronicridicule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/84019' title='E Ku&apos;u Baby Hot Cha Cha'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/feeds/2256411082096348827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11070182&amp;postID=2256411082096348827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2256411082096348827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11070182/posts/default/2256411082096348827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2007/06/e-kuu-baby-hot-cha-cha.html' title='E Ku&apos;u Baby Hot Cha Cha'/><author><name>Crash Pryor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863410723496984244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11070182.post-4433591445429658062</id><published>2007-06-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:00:01.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernardo Bertolucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dreamers'/><title type='text'>Rewind: Bernardo Bertolucci's The Dreamers (Film Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rm22RV6V1tI/AAAAAAAAARo/U2D1Z5iF5pk/s1600-h/DREAMERS+MARQUEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og2aCRxSjyw/Rm22RV6V1tI/AAAAAAAAARo/U2D1Z5iF5pk/s400/DREAMERS+MARQUEE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074912764172293842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......ahhh, the summertime...when many a city-dweller seeks refuge in a movie theater, and while I check screeners on the regular, for gigs, there's still nothing finer than finding that film you'd been planning to see,  kicking back on a hot day (beer optional) while a film maker weaves a cinematic tale for you on the screen...well, it used to be...Finding a film with kind tunage is getting harder and harder these days (especially if you don't cotton to the mewling of glass-jawed dandies and teeth-achingly saccharine pap that gets you reaching for a bucket)...I was pleased as punch to hear a grip of it on this Bernardo Bertolucci film that dropped a couple of years ago......(press play)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background:#000000; width:320; height:141"&gt;&lt;embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:122px;width:320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="320" height="122" name="MOGPlayerzxnA91WlrRZ.mp3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/zxnA91WlrRZ.mp3"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="100" height="22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;mog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="160"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/CrashPryor/blog_post/83503" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;More about this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="60"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/83503" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:12px"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;The Dreamers follows Matthew (Michael Pitt), an American studying in Paris during the politically turbulent spring of 1968. Matt’s a Southern Californian loner and a film buff who spends an inordinate amount of time at the French Cinémathèque founded by Henri Langlois who is called on the carpet by the government for the provocative films he chooses to screen. In defiance of the latter, the French student body revolts. While participating in a protest, Matthew meets the equally cinema-obsessed Isabelle (Eva Green) who introduces him to her brother, Theo (Louis Garrel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story holds, the siblings soon become friendly with the expat and invite him over to dinner at their parent’s flat where he makes a good impression waxing philosophic on the intricacies of Zippo lighters and tablecloth patterns. The armchair cinéastes soon become wrapped up in each other on levels sexual, intellectual and moral as the world of New Wave film and rioting recedes into the background. Oscar Wilde once wrote “I can resist everything but temptation” and Matty is not above the fray in the least. He soon becomes “one of them, one of them, one of them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, Matt falls for Isabelle’s sybaritic powers and becomes a wedge between Issie and her (sometimes) swarthy twin brother’s relationship. Certainly, there are times during the film that will have the viewer thinking like principal Rooney in Ferris Bueller's Day Off  "So that's how it is in their family." Whether or not the brother and sister make good on all the implied incestuous relationship is clarified on the kitchen floor, following a striptease in front of a lighted bust of Chairman Mao Tse Tung while eggs are cooked and cigarettes are inhaled- yeah, your read that part correctly. The film also gives new meaning to the phrase “bring your own toothbrush.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindsight 20/20: The Dreamers is adapted from the novel “The Holy Innocents: A Romance,” written by Gilbert Adair. Bertolucci had the good sense to utilize the character’s source to write the screenplay and there’s also some good music from the 60’s too - primarily from Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Jim Morrisson. Unlike other similarly rated films, the nakedness is tertiary to the storyline and classic film references. Bertolucci makes hay of the NC-17 content by telling an intriguing story. While some of the plo
