This is a reason to visit Louisville!
http://www.terrascope.co.uk/Terrastock7/main.htm
During the boring bands, we can go to the Makers Mark distillery. . .
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
More RAIN!!
After 20 hours of TERRIBLE travel (through Chicago whiteout), I was back in LA for the weekend, the Mrs. played a show on Saturday night. It was the first time I got to see his band, as both of our bands choked to death around the same time last year. His band, White, got back together to play a show with Gravy Train!!!!! at the Trubador in West Hollywood (BARF).
My old band is getting back together, sans this drunk drummer, sometime in the future, too. They're called Mon Cousin Belge and it's a bunch of fags with vision and bacon cheeseburgers. The album is mastered and really striking! I like the album again, where I was thinking I never wanted to here that PISH again.
Check it out.
Back to LA V. 1003 (2008). . . Crap everywhere, bad drugs with worse people on them, smells unknown to this world, bacon wrapped hotdogs are now illegal!?
Love my boyfriends band! I was ready to be polite and I turned sincere. All the songs are perfectly crafted psych songs from a mid 90s we were oblivious to. . .
www.myspace.com/shadesofwhite
Listen for yerself.
Gravy Train!! was fun, I was too pissy to really get into it (too OLD and MALE, as well. . . according to the audience) The second band actually made me upset, I refuse to even write about them.
The rest of the night was at the same house we always go to, with the same LA people talking about the same bullshit, double-time mind you.
On sunday we ate pot brownies and saw Paranoid Park. . . it was absolutely fucking gorgeous and mindblowing.
Now I'm back in my old Kentucky home. Back in the woods hauling logs and mulch. I'm blessed to have two job interviews this week, and hopefully a BEER BREATH practice. People here are more flaky than all the bitches in SF combined!
There's also this great theater festival going on called the HUMANA festival. We just saw an almost amazing one-dude play called 'the break/s' and we have tickets to two other shows this week.
http://www.actorstheatre.org/humana.htm
Okay then, BYE
My old band is getting back together, sans this drunk drummer, sometime in the future, too. They're called Mon Cousin Belge and it's a bunch of fags with vision and bacon cheeseburgers. The album is mastered and really striking! I like the album again, where I was thinking I never wanted to here that PISH again.
Check it out.
Back to LA V. 1003 (2008). . . Crap everywhere, bad drugs with worse people on them, smells unknown to this world, bacon wrapped hotdogs are now illegal!?
Love my boyfriends band! I was ready to be polite and I turned sincere. All the songs are perfectly crafted psych songs from a mid 90s we were oblivious to. . .
www.myspace.com/shadesofwhite
Listen for yerself.
Gravy Train!! was fun, I was too pissy to really get into it (too OLD and MALE, as well. . . according to the audience) The second band actually made me upset, I refuse to even write about them.
The rest of the night was at the same house we always go to, with the same LA people talking about the same bullshit, double-time mind you.
On sunday we ate pot brownies and saw Paranoid Park. . . it was absolutely fucking gorgeous and mindblowing.
Now I'm back in my old Kentucky home. Back in the woods hauling logs and mulch. I'm blessed to have two job interviews this week, and hopefully a BEER BREATH practice. People here are more flaky than all the bitches in SF combined!
There's also this great theater festival going on called the HUMANA festival. We just saw an almost amazing one-dude play called 'the break/s' and we have tickets to two other shows this week.
http://www.actorstheatre.org/humana.htm
Okay then, BYE
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
RAIN RAIN RAIN
It keeps raining. The tulips in the front yard are thick and mighty, but I still feel stuck here.
Yesterday, I sauntered down to the Mid City Mall and saw Funny Games. First off, I think Mel Brooks should be the only actor allowed to look into the camera and address the audience. MIchael Pitt's character did this twice and it was a big hinderance to the already strenuous pacing. I don't dislike slow paced shots, but some of the longer scenes in this film made me cringe with annoyance, they were completely unnecessary. As well, the acting was pretty bland. The director is at fault, completely, coz there are some great actors there. After one really brutal scene, the actors react like complete idiots, fumbling around and not actually emoting. It makes sense that they're in shock, but this was another aspect that caused me to throw up my hand and flip off the screen.
The premise is good, kind of played, but it can be pulled off, for sure. In the future, I hope this director tries to go further into his plot and not just ride on the premise for 90 mins.
There's a new band me and some gay guys are starting called BEER BREATH. Look out for that smell.
Yesterday, I sauntered down to the Mid City Mall and saw Funny Games. First off, I think Mel Brooks should be the only actor allowed to look into the camera and address the audience. MIchael Pitt's character did this twice and it was a big hinderance to the already strenuous pacing. I don't dislike slow paced shots, but some of the longer scenes in this film made me cringe with annoyance, they were completely unnecessary. As well, the acting was pretty bland. The director is at fault, completely, coz there are some great actors there. After one really brutal scene, the actors react like complete idiots, fumbling around and not actually emoting. It makes sense that they're in shock, but this was another aspect that caused me to throw up my hand and flip off the screen.
The premise is good, kind of played, but it can be pulled off, for sure. In the future, I hope this director tries to go further into his plot and not just ride on the premise for 90 mins.
There's a new band me and some gay guys are starting called BEER BREATH. Look out for that smell.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
SEX WORKERS ART SHOW/KILLER OF SHEEP
THE LAST TWO NIGHTS WERE INSPIRING.
SUNDAY NIGHT, IN THE CLOUD OF A RAGING HANGOVER, FROM THE DUST OF A TERRIBLE DOMESTIC TIFF, WE WENT OUT TO SEE KILLER OF SHEEP.
I KNOW THIS WAS RE-RELEASED A WHILE AGO, BUT I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO GO SEE IT. SO, WHEN I SAW IT WAS BEING SHOWN IN THE STUDENT ACTIVITIES CENTER AT THE UNIVERSITY OF LOUISVILLE, ME AND THE MRS. HAD TO GO! IT TOOK US FOREVER TO MANEUVER THROUGH THE MAZE OF COLLEGE THAT IT IS, BUT WE FINALLY FOUND THE LITTLE THEATER ON THE TOP FLOOR JUST AS THE TITLE WAS FLASHED ON THE SCREEN.
THIS MOVIE WAS AN AMZING VIEW OF LIFE IN MID-SEVENTIES WATTS. TRULY POETIC AND ENGAGING WITH SOME OF THE MOST EXPRESSIVE DIALOGUE I'VE HEARD IN FILM. GRANTED, IT WAS CHARLES BURNETT'S THESIS PROJECT IN FILM SCHOOL AND THE LANGUAGE WAS FORCED, IT STILL HELD DOWN THE STUNNING IMAGERY.
MONDAY NIGHT, AFTER MY FIRST DAY WORKING IN THE WOODS, BUILDING TERABITHIA TYPE PATHS, WE WENT TO THE LAST NIGHT OF THE SEX WORKERS ART SHOW.
I HAVE SOME FRIENDS WHO'VE BEEN ON THIS CRAZY SIX WEEK TOUR (INCLUDING LOTS OF PROTESTS, AND BILL O'REILLY DID SOMETHING) WHO I REALLY WANTED TO SEE. SARAH ADAMS IS ONE OF MY OLDEST BUDDIES FROM COLLEGE AND JERRY LEE, WHO WAS THE MOST EXPLOSIVE 'LADY' MODEL.
NATURALLY, I THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS GOING TO BE THE PROTOTYPICAL LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGE "MY PUSSY, MY PAIN, MY FATHER" SHIT, BUT IT WAS SO SO NOT THAT. THESE WOMEN WERE FUCKING TALENTED AND HYSTERICAL! THE SHOW BALANCED THE MACABRE SIDE OF SEX WORK WITH THE GENIUS SIDE SO WELL.. I NEVER GOT BORED ENOUGH TO SMOKE OR GET ANOTHER BEER (MY ATTENTION SPAN RARELY ALLOWS THIS).
ALSO, AT THE END OF THE SHOW, JERRY LEE CAME OUT IN MY LONESTAR JOCKSTRAP (SOUVENIER), JUMPED IN A KIDDIE POOL OF GLITTER AND STUCK A SPARKER UP HIS ASS WHILE THEY TOSSED GLITTER ALL OVER THEMSELVES. . .
AFTERWARDS, WE ALL WENT TO BROADWAY TRAGIC BAR 'FREDDIES' TO HEAR THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR. I THINK THEY SHOULD TOUR WITH THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR, THE MRS. AND I SPENT THE WHOLE TIME EITHER LAUGHING OR WITH OUR JAWS GLUED TO THE TABLE.
SUNDAY NIGHT, IN THE CLOUD OF A RAGING HANGOVER, FROM THE DUST OF A TERRIBLE DOMESTIC TIFF, WE WENT OUT TO SEE KILLER OF SHEEP.
I KNOW THIS WAS RE-RELEASED A WHILE AGO, BUT I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO GO SEE IT. SO, WHEN I SAW IT WAS BEING SHOWN IN THE STUDENT ACTIVITIES CENTER AT THE UNIVERSITY OF LOUISVILLE, ME AND THE MRS. HAD TO GO! IT TOOK US FOREVER TO MANEUVER THROUGH THE MAZE OF COLLEGE THAT IT IS, BUT WE FINALLY FOUND THE LITTLE THEATER ON THE TOP FLOOR JUST AS THE TITLE WAS FLASHED ON THE SCREEN.
THIS MOVIE WAS AN AMZING VIEW OF LIFE IN MID-SEVENTIES WATTS. TRULY POETIC AND ENGAGING WITH SOME OF THE MOST EXPRESSIVE DIALOGUE I'VE HEARD IN FILM. GRANTED, IT WAS CHARLES BURNETT'S THESIS PROJECT IN FILM SCHOOL AND THE LANGUAGE WAS FORCED, IT STILL HELD DOWN THE STUNNING IMAGERY.
MONDAY NIGHT, AFTER MY FIRST DAY WORKING IN THE WOODS, BUILDING TERABITHIA TYPE PATHS, WE WENT TO THE LAST NIGHT OF THE SEX WORKERS ART SHOW.
I HAVE SOME FRIENDS WHO'VE BEEN ON THIS CRAZY SIX WEEK TOUR (INCLUDING LOTS OF PROTESTS, AND BILL O'REILLY DID SOMETHING) WHO I REALLY WANTED TO SEE. SARAH ADAMS IS ONE OF MY OLDEST BUDDIES FROM COLLEGE AND JERRY LEE, WHO WAS THE MOST EXPLOSIVE 'LADY' MODEL.
NATURALLY, I THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS GOING TO BE THE PROTOTYPICAL LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGE "MY PUSSY, MY PAIN, MY FATHER" SHIT, BUT IT WAS SO SO NOT THAT. THESE WOMEN WERE FUCKING TALENTED AND HYSTERICAL! THE SHOW BALANCED THE MACABRE SIDE OF SEX WORK WITH THE GENIUS SIDE SO WELL.. I NEVER GOT BORED ENOUGH TO SMOKE OR GET ANOTHER BEER (MY ATTENTION SPAN RARELY ALLOWS THIS).
ALSO, AT THE END OF THE SHOW, JERRY LEE CAME OUT IN MY LONESTAR JOCKSTRAP (SOUVENIER), JUMPED IN A KIDDIE POOL OF GLITTER AND STUCK A SPARKER UP HIS ASS WHILE THEY TOSSED GLITTER ALL OVER THEMSELVES. . .
AFTERWARDS, WE ALL WENT TO BROADWAY TRAGIC BAR 'FREDDIES' TO HEAR THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR. I THINK THEY SHOULD TOUR WITH THE STORIES FROM THE TOUR, THE MRS. AND I SPENT THE WHOLE TIME EITHER LAUGHING OR WITH OUR JAWS GLUED TO THE TABLE.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
If wanna know me.
http://oldlouisville.com/
i just found this site that is all about my neighborhood.
it's easier than taking pics, uploading them to the cpu, then photobucket, then copying them, etc
i just found this site that is all about my neighborhood.
it's easier than taking pics, uploading them to the cpu, then photobucket, then copying them, etc
GUN FIGHTS, GRANNY TRANNY AND ME!
Our closest bar is called Woody''s. It's pretty okay, real divey and it has that prototype cheap gay bar smell. Not the Lonestar or Eagle poo smell, but the smell you'd get at the old Transfer, before the neo-italio-electro-disco-mash up whatever it is today (i call it 'there's a photobooth'). . . it's stale.
The best fixtures are the Granny Tranny and the uber-thug from the Mumbleria.
The granny tranny is amazing! She's this straight grandpa of 6 who dresses up in womens' clothing with out his family knowing. I'd say she's 6'4" in heels. The other night, she roared into the place with a bright white fur coat on, a little red tennis skirt, white leggings, brutal black heels, little frilly dorothy socks and a dirty brown wig that looks like he keeps between the mattress and the box spring. Yet, all she does is come in, do a round and stand in the back to wait for looks, signs of adoration or astonishment, either one seems fine. . .
The uber thug from the Mumbleria just walks around whispering to himself about nothing and he's totally decked out like a hardcore gangster. I saw him threaten to shoot this fat hick the other day and I took it seriously, he was reaching for a gun or something, i was out before i could see anymore. He loves karaoke, tho. Not performing, but it makes him smile so wide just watching it. . . it's almost cute.
The best fixtures are the Granny Tranny and the uber-thug from the Mumbleria.
The granny tranny is amazing! She's this straight grandpa of 6 who dresses up in womens' clothing with out his family knowing. I'd say she's 6'4" in heels. The other night, she roared into the place with a bright white fur coat on, a little red tennis skirt, white leggings, brutal black heels, little frilly dorothy socks and a dirty brown wig that looks like he keeps between the mattress and the box spring. Yet, all she does is come in, do a round and stand in the back to wait for looks, signs of adoration or astonishment, either one seems fine. . .
The uber thug from the Mumbleria just walks around whispering to himself about nothing and he's totally decked out like a hardcore gangster. I saw him threaten to shoot this fat hick the other day and I took it seriously, he was reaching for a gun or something, i was out before i could see anymore. He loves karaoke, tho. Not performing, but it makes him smile so wide just watching it. . . it's almost cute.
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