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Monday, July 13
THIS IS ...IT
If you blog (or "reblog" -- barf! as if the word "blog" weren't disgusting enough) lyrics, then, man, you're a real freaking fruit. JUST SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY. THE AMBIGUITY IS KILLING US.
...PLUS, WE JUST WANT TO MAKE FUN OF YOU.
Free shit at Chivas USA game: Cap, towel, Bruno poster and tickets to the next game.
[walking past Chivas USA, holding a cup out for change]Free shit at Ray LaMontagne at the Bowl: SADNESS. Oh, wait, THAT WASN'T FREE.
WOMAN: I thought they were doing so well...
The Beastie Boys are one of those fascinating acts whose shark jumping will never cease to amaze me. Seeing their three faces propped up on a huge billboard for their Bowl appearance creeped me out, especially the "Presented by The LA Phil" caption. 25 years ago, those guys would have fought tooth and nail to be disassociated with the Phil. Oh the times, they is changing or whatevz.
Speaking of the relative devil, have you guys seen "I'm Not There?" You know, that Dylan pic? Can we say, "UH, ER, OKAY??!?"
I was thinking of Ingmar Bergman the whole time--especially with the spiders and shit--and while I'm sure the director had a gay old time at the homage train, I'm just kind of stunned by its lack of brilliance. Just because you can break up script and story lines doesn't mean you have to completely throw some form of storytelling convention out of the window.
Heath Ledger would've really rocked in the Nick Drake biopic. Put that as #1 of "Things That Would've Been Amazing, But Now We'll Never EVER Know."
Speaking of biopics, I was watching "Scott Walker: 30 Century Man" last night just before I went to sleep and I had a pretty bad nightmare. Just, you know, FYI.
A must-see for fans of the avant-gar-- Fuck it. A must-see for fans of really weird shit.