Saturday, May 29, 2004

I'm making myself a note on the blog to keep myself accountable. I've got to blog about a date, a kitten, a totally rearranging of my living space, and a county fair. I'll do my best to get to all of this tomorrow.

Friday, May 28, 2004

Today I learned that Phish the band is quitting. I'm really glad I saw them. I'd feel like crap right now if I hadn't gone to that
show and thought I'd catch them next time. I've done just that with others. I did that on Johnny Cash's last tour. I also did that
with Oingo Boingo.
I hope Phish's last album, which comes out in about a week, is really good.
There are very few bands I'd like to see, which is good because I generally don't have the money to buy concert tickets. I'd still
like to see Tom Waits. I'd like to see Voltaire and Nicki Jaine. I want to see Weird Al some day. I'd like to see Laurie
Anderson. Maybe Nick Cave and They Might Be Giants too. But other than that...
I've seen some great shows and I'm not much for concert going. One of the best performances I ever saw was Dr. John at a
SEVA benefit. He was on the bill with some of the top names from the sixties, but he came hobbling out with a cane, old cajun
guy sitting unaccompanied at a piano, and he blew everyone out of the water. Leon Redbone was another of the greatest shows
I've ever seen.
David Allan Coe was great but the crowd made me fear for my life. I guess I was one of the hippies praying he'd get out of
there alive.
The Moody Blues were great, but the audience was sleep and I was the only person standing.
Mandy Patinkin was awesome. The Poxy Boggards were one of the funnest shows I've ever seen. Captured By Robots is right
up there with the Boggards though.
The Dead rocked. Phish was beyond the pale. I'm sorry they're going, but I'm glad I caught them. They were an experience that
I'll always enjoy having in the banks of my memor

Wednesday, May 26, 2004


This film came out when I was still going to Chapman and everyone I knew who saw it told me that I really needed to see it. Of course, these were theater people, but many of them were ones whose opinion I respected quite a bit.
One of the actors at Chapman who I respected the most there told me that Bjork taught him as much about acting as Strasberg did. And he was talking about Bjork the musician long before this film was ever made. Then the film came out and he was even more squealey over Bjork.
I saw it for the first time last night. It's a really well made film. It's interesting, the shots are really creatively done, the cast is phenomenal, the music is great. It's the most depressing musical I've ever seen in my life. It makes All That Jazz look like The Music Man.
But first lets get back to the cast. It's got David Morse and Peter Stormare and if you don't like either of them you're wrong. Likewise for Joel Grey. It's also got Udo Kier just so you'll know most people haven't seen this film. But who knew Bjork was such a stellar actress? I mean besides my college chum. She carried the film even though there was this awesome cast along with her.
I don't know. Maybe I've turned my back on serious drama. I'm saying all of this but it's a chore of a film to watch. It's like gutting yourself. A film for in case your sitting around thinking you're not depressed enough. There's a message, but in my case it was preaching to the choir.
I'm so torn. I think it's a great film and really well made and well acted. I think it could indicate a good direction for modern musicals to go and deliver us from Baz Luhrmann (which it wont. Who profits?) But to be perfectly honest, to be brutally blunt, to be perfectly precise, I popped on a tape of MST3K shorts after the film and laughed myself stupid. Maybe that's because I didn't cry at the end and Dancer in the Dark really really wants you to cry at the end of it.
You know, maybe I've just been saturating myself in art flicks for so many years that I've hit a wall and I need to take a little break from it. Maybe that's it. I mean it seems to me like I should be recommending this film to the idiot masses like I used to.
Maybe I need to watch more television.

Monday, May 24, 2004

Alright. It's been a really long time since I've done this, but I think this is one of the first things I've found that have merited it in a long time.
Go here:
My browser didn't like the address so I had to Google Nicki Jaine and then click on her website.
Click on music and download Fireflies & Razorblades.
When I did I became very happy that I'd ordered her album. If you're anything like me you'll probably want to buy her album too.
So go here:

or here:

It's all worth it for the song Amsterdam alone, but the rest of it is so danged rich as well. I'm really really poor this month, but I don't regret for a moment getting this album. I'll listen to it while I'm deleriously hungry.

If I can get just one person out there to share in the joy of this album with me then I've done the world a service.

I don't do this with all good stuff. Some of it you keep for yourself, some of it you like to keep secret and then spring on people so it surprises them, and some things you've just got to go out into the streets, grab people by the collars and tell them to experience it

Sunday, May 23, 2004

It's awfully nice to take two days away from the computer. Nothing like it to make one realize that they need to get away from the glowing screen every once and a while. Good thing I haven't a television or I'd spend most of my time in front of a lighted screen.
My brother says often that if there's something in life that you can't picture going a day without, you might want to take a good look at that thing. In the Christian tradition it might be idolatry (although I find that most spiritual traditions tend to have some kind of simular concept.) I don't think of the computer as a idol in my life because it's a tool for work and because if I'm not using it as a tool for work I could take it or leave it. Work, on the other hand, often becomes an idol for me.

Anyway. Two reviews are on the way.
Yesterday Pat and I worked out before the sun came up and today all of the muscles that one uses to get out of a chair or to climb out of bed are sore. So except for a little trampoline jumping I didn't work out at all today.
I didn't get a nap yesterday either because Pat and I cut down the bushes that line the front of our house. Usually I'm against cutting down greenery in one's yard, but in this case they really blocked your view when you were trying to back out and they were hard to mow around.
Pat got the idea in his head to nail the broken garage windows shut even though I told him that the kittens were still up there and the momma cat would come back that night and make an awful racket. Sure enough I was unscrewing the board off the window in my pajamas last night. And by that time I was really irritable because I hadn't slept.
Today went better. I woke up with resolve to be in good spirits and I find that when I do that and then walk out my door and Lily is eating a felt tip marker, it's pretty easy to keep from taking anything too seriously that day.
We all napped today though. Napped hard. Olympic napping.
Only one book sold this weekend, but I'm trying something new this week. I'm going to try and stop worshiping the idol of worrying about money this week.
Michael Nehring used to say to actors things like "you're in love with not knowing" or "you're in love with your fear." That used to shake people up because they don't like to think that they're in love with their negativity. And they're kind of trained to believe that such a thing isn't possible. I know I sometimes fall in love with my worry and irritation.