When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
While I’m ranting on the subject of William Shatner, I must make it known that I’m a Star Wars die-hard tried and true. Never seen a Star Trek episode…never cared to. This is literally my most prized possession. I got this when my family and I were vacationing in the South Pacific circa ‘87. When George Lucas is in the bungalow next to yours and you’re 13 years old dragging around the biggest Star Wars boner in the world, life doesn’t matter much beyond that.
Fear of Pop. Ben Folds’ side project featuring William Shatner. This live version from Conan O’Brien has given me chills (wait until the strings kick in at the end…) after every listen for a straight decade since it first aired. I’m not easily impressed. At all. Furthermore, most chills I get when music is involved are usually attributed to the DTs, but that’s a different blog entry altogether. One more thing - all you hipsters who bow at the altar of The Transformed Man (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Transformed_Man) can still go fuck yourselves - twice even, if the mood suits you. It’s ok to admit the emperor has no clothes, you know…
Go buy this movie. If you get it through Netflix, you’re just going to keep it forever anyway. It’s that good. More so, it’s historically important - for the fanatical Clash completist as well as those just passingly familiar with Joe Strummer’s canon, and specifically so, his message. It is a truly inspiring film - you’re left with a genuine sense of hope after watching it, for music and for the world alike.
On a related note to the post below, go buy this book…
Hurricane Dolly downgraded to Category 1 storm
By CHRISTOPHER SHERMAN, Associated Press Writer 4 minutes ago
BROWNSVILLE, Texas - Hurricane Dolly slammed into the South Texas coast Wednesday with punishing rain and winds of 100 mph, blowing down signs, damaging an apartment complex and knocking out power to thousands before weakening over land.
Even as the front edge of the storm passed over the Texas mainland, residents still needed breakfast. The few stores that were open — even without electricity — were doing brisk business before Dolly fully revved up.
“Tienes tortillas?” Jorge Herrera shouted, rushing soaking wet into Johnny’s Grocery and Meat Market #2. His 3-year-old son Michelangelo, sporting a Superman T-shirt and matching underpants, was in tow.
Discovering the tortilla factories had closed before the storm and the store didn’t have any to sell, the Herreras settled for a bag of charcoal, chocolate cookies and two tall cans of beer.
Best riff EVER. This is what the Four Horsemen will have playing in their headphones while they’re heralding the Apocalypse.
Top 10 lists? Favorite songs of all time? Desert island discs?
This song is much more sacred to me than any mere inclusion at the top of a hastily scribbled journal entry. It could be aching nostalgia, but I know it’s not. It could be the hypnotic hook, but that would be selling it short. It could be its perfect innocence, but that still falls short of the answer. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know why, and I don’t care.
I would take it over food, water, shelter, and if a gun were to my head, life itself.
That to me, is the beauty of music. To find something that encapsulates your entire being, yet you can’t exactly explain why, is truly beauty incarnate.
Pyrotechnics are so 1980’s. This band totally gets where the direction of the modern stage show should be headed.
You gotta have a gimmick these days…the kids seem to dig it. I’ve walked past a Hot Topic or two in my life…I know these things.
