Thursday, January 31, 2008
Marge: Homie, I got caught up in the world of college so much that I forgot how important you love was. Can you find it in your heart to take me back?
Homer: Of course. The thing that stood between us, the 90’s, are almost over.
Marge: You’re right, but I’m worried about what’s on the horizon. Reality shows, Britney Spears, the suspicious number of homeruns being hit.
Homer: At least we know there will never be a President worse than Bill Clinton. Imagine, lying in a deposition in a civil lawsuit. That’s the worst sin a President could commit.
Marge: There will never be a worse President. Never.
Homer voiceover: With the 90’s drawing to a close and the Sydney Olympics to look forward to our love rekindled.
Special thanks are also in order for the Sabres fans text messaging team for keeping me in the know during my mid state sojourn. I salute and thank them profusely.
Monday, January 28, 2008
I can live with that.
Good times people. Good times.
* Of course that means that I will fail eventually. Whoops.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The January 14, 2008 issue of New York magazine's Approval Matrix placed our Sabres/Penguins Winter Classic in the LOWBROW/BRILLIANT quadrant.
The January 21, 2008 issue of New York magazine's Approval Matrix placed the
"Che Guevara inspired Rambo posters also in the LOWBROW/BRILLIANT quadrant.
Also, for the record, I could totally gaze into Eve Myles's eyes all day long. All day long. Yes, Torchwood is also easy on the eyes.
* And it's not the negativity- it's the dirty shenanigans being employed against a fellow Democrat in the primaries that's not doing it for me (and apparently many others). And yes, the Lee Atwater shoe does fit on this one. Sorry.
Friday, January 25, 2008
When I was 17 this album would have blown all of our minds, my buddies and me. The non scary Sabbath heaviness* with the fucked upness of Pink Floyd, from a band whose new album came out THE OTHER DAY- that totally would have done it for the old high school gang I misspent some of my youth with... and you get a groovy chick who sounds like that chick who sang with Plant on "Battle of Evermore" off of IV. Fuck, this album gives me shivers. The 16 minute "Bright Lights" is harrowing, spacey, heavy, and utterly magnificent. And they are a band that is totally alive and seemingly ready for the long haul. Listening to In The Future will make you glad to be alive. Trust me.
* I will admit that Black Sabbath wasn't always my bag. Now, it's totally my bag. Life is funny like that sometimes.
The Dude did his homework while in high school, so well in fact that when he went to rush parties (never once contemplating actually pledging of course) it was he who taught them a few of our (West Side) Buffalo rules for Three Man at the Three Man table before later being pressed into action to keep those puking guys who talked shit from falling out of the moving pick up truck at the end of the night. The Dude's first few week's at college in upstate NY were AWESOME.
The best part is that she looks at the videocamera... repeatedly... before and during the act of smoking her crack rock (or is that crackrock? crack-rock?). This is actually more pathetic than I thought.
Ordinarily I'd say "maybe if we ignore her obvious pleas for attention she'll leave us alone" but frankly Amy Winehouse is too hilarious for that. And a lightweight to boot. I mean... come on now... she really hasn't been on the scene all that long and already she's in full MELTDOWN / PLEASE ARREST ME NOW mode. It's like she's one of those college freshmen who talks a bunch of shit before the first big college party of the year about being all "hardcore" but ends up puking their guts up over the back of a moving pick up truck at the end of the night. Pathetic.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
This is truly the first must have album of 2008. I can't wait to listen to it around a bonfire this summer.
Yes it's the dead of fucking winter, and I'm so tired I don't have a clue as to what I'm rebelling against, but who gives a shit? It's the Lips, this thing rocks, and it's sort of uplifting.
Just let Steve Drozd's guitar melt your face and pierce your soul and everything will be all right. For a while.
- I'm not a giant Jerry Sullivan fan but he hits the nail on the head repeatedly in today's BFLO News. It's a titanic fiasco and it's all Tom and Larry. While I disagree with Jerry on Darcy's level culpability, he ain't wrong about absentee owner Golisano or the wrongheadedness of Larry Quinn.
- Kevin over at BFLO Blog seems hellbent on making BFLO Blog an essential Hockeytown community resource and I salute him for it. Check out today's posts about our Sabres- he too seems to have his finger on the pulse of the Sabres situation.
On the streets:
- All of the dudes I've talked to today seem hellbent on watching the Sabres despite their shitty play. We haven't given up on Sabres hockey. We might have given up on the season but not on Sabres hockey. The result? Angry fucking fans folks... angry fucking fans.
- Best crazy theory of the day: Lindy's about to get sacked and will be replaced by Harry Neale. It's crazy but I love it.
Gametime is 8:30 PM in Dallas.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
* And this is coming from the Dude who blogs about bullshit.
Apparently in addition to sheltered lives we Americans also live charmed lives if CNN can devote 6 minutes to the death of an Australian actor.
NOW is the time to adjust those 401 (k)'s people. The US has hit the skids.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
- I am tired of the local media hyping BIG BAD SNOW that never comes. I am also tired of drivers driving like there's BIG BAD SNOW happening when there ain't shit happening. Everybody knows that there are 5 types of road encountered in a Buffalo Winter: dry, wet, greasy, shitty, and ice rink... and guess what folks- today alternated between dry and wet. It did get a little shabby later but I was in for the night and didn't care.
- Heath Ledger is dead. Boy, that is gonna make going to see Dark Knight Returns or whatever it's called sort of weird.
- I won't be getting to the Coachella festival but I will be getting Portishead's next album- their first in what... 10 years? 11 if you don't count the live album? Ah well. Those three albums do qualify as classics- widescreen, titanic soundtracks to movies that couldn't be possibly exist or be as cool as their soundtracks. Trip hop was sort of a tired, derivative genre but Portishead... Portishead transcended their genre and operated on a whole different level thanks to the sci-fi hip hop jazz of Adrian Utley and Geoff Barrow and the spooky, sinister, sexy and cinematic vocals of Beth Gibbons. I can't wait.
- We live sheltered lives as Americans. The uncensored DVDs of Torchwood, with the shagging and cussing left in, are brilliantly exhilirating. There is a virtue to watching weekly television on a weekly basis sometimes because I could only get through 4 episodes thanks to the dense, ambitious, and intense tone of the show... and I haven't even gotten to the real meat of Torchwood's excellent first season.
- The second season of Torchwood begins this Saturday on BBC America. Have I mentioned that? I think I might have mentioned that. My TIVO will be humming.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Face it boys, you took your eyes off of the ball and this season we are sucking as a result of it. Suck it up, fess up, and get your shit together. Let's go Sabres.
* Message to a not entirely blameless Darcy Regier: Darcy, you're starting to coast dude. Ditch the rose colored glasses. Your defence totally sucks.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
- That movie kicked my ass so hard that the trailers seem like they were viewed a lifetime ago. The only trailers that stand out at this point are the one for that atrocious looking teen dance movie ("let's form a crew and take it to the street!"), Iron Man, and the one for Star Trek.
- The trailer I posted for Star Trek a few days ago is NOT the actual trailer for Star Trek. The actual trailer is WAAAAY cooler than that bullshit. The footage of the Enterprise under construction, with those tiny computer animated people welding it together like in a WWII newsreel is awe inspiring. Shame on me for posting that other happy horseshit.
- Further kudos to the filmmakers of Cloverfield for their use of Kings of Leon, Gorillaz, and Spoon during the hipster shindig that kicks off the movie before the shit hits the fan.
- The popcorn at the Elmwood Regal is officially shit. And the pop is always flat.
- That big banner for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is pretty cool, but seeing a trailer for said movie would've been even cooler.
I can't give up on golf.
Friday, January 18, 2008
A great big cracker-a-rama?!?
Shit people, I'm too progressive and forward thinking for that shit. Damn.
There is joy in mudville tonight.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
- VH1 really has done the clip show thing to death with the scrubby talking heads struggling to be funny. Having spotty looking non-funny people riffing on beautiful women just doesn't work, and the dude talking heads are starting to look spotty and pervy.
- Why don't the entertainment companies get it right and put out DVDs of their TV shows at least a month (I'd even take 3 weeks) before they start showing new seasons of those shows? I just don't get it.
- I'm jealous of Buffalo Bruce Springsteen fans who get 3 chances to see the Boss in one week at the beginning of March. I'm a punter and thus only going to the Friday March 7 show at the HSBC, but the die hards get a show in Hamilton (1 hour north) on Monday and Rochester (1 hour east) on Thursday, and that's pretty fucking awesome for them.
- Netflix is still the best, but there's no availability date for those Carl Sagan Cosmos DVDs and that sucks. Work with me here.
- I still cannot get Radiohead's In Rainbows out of the cd player for long two weeks after it's release. According to reports the band is playing both Toronto and Cleveland this spring, which means I'll be trucking up to the TO in the middle of the week some week in a few months. Ah well.
- Interpol really represents us well internationally as a nation.
- Jools really screwed over Paul Weller and Sigur Ros in favor of Santana the other day. Santana was good, but his three songs (plus chat!) was excessive considering Paul Weller was really cranking and Sigur Ros brought all those people from Iceland to play on the show.
- Sigur Ros was also totally amazing, and blew everybody away with their one song on the show. I definitely need to see them live. ASAP.
- Coldplay kind of sucks. They're trying hard, and the go through the motions well enough, but their songs are largely shite. They had two good songs on the first album, and two good songs on the second album. The rest are all garbage.
- Sheryl Crow is boring.
- I still really cannot believe that FUSE is showing Later... With Jools Holland. It can't possibly last.
Don't fuck with Hockeytown.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I wanted to wait to weigh in on Flight of the Conchords until I'd finished the DVDs but that near death experience deserved mention now. The show is fucking hilarious. Those dudes are hilarious. Their funny songs are hilarious and well done, and I love pretty much everything about the show.
More to come later.
* This is not that shitty pointing out of other people's transgressions (although that's fun too sometimes). That's shit. I'm talking about the "please's" and the "thank you's," using the right utensils and waiting for everybody to be served before dogging that dessert. Following (almost) every burp or fart with a sincere "excuse me." Those sort of things.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
That's a damn good question considering Quinn does have a pedigree for this sort of thing. One thing's for sure- answers are in short supply in Hockeytown, and Hockeytown ain't gonna be amused for much longer.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
OK, the marketing campaign worked perfectly. I give up. I really do want to see this movie. Wow.
Frank Rich hits the nail on the head as to why I am completely unthrilled by Hillary's campaign strategy:
Every politician employs pollsters, but Mrs. Clinton, tellingly, has one, Mark
Penn, as her top campaign strategist. As Sally Bedell Smith reminds us in
her book about the Clintons, “For Love of Politics,” it was Mr. Penn who helped
shape the 1996 Bill Clinton campaign in which “soccer moms” were identified and
wooed with such Cracker Jack prizes as school uniforms and V-chips to monitor TV
violence. For Mrs. Clinton’s Senate campaign four years later, it was also Mr.
Penn’s market testing that, in Ms. Smith’s telling, “crafted anodyne, bite-sized
messages for Hillary.” The overall message uniting the small-bore promises, such
as it was, remains unchanged today: competence, experience, wonky proficiency.
Now folks, how different is this strategy from the Rovian 50+1 strategy, which utilizes wedge issues to divy up and pit the electorate against itself to dig out victory for unpopular candidates or policies?
As a theory for marketing Burson-Marsteller corporate clients like
Microsoft and AT&T — or for selling a third Clinton term — Mr. Penn’s
vision may make sense. What Mr. Obama is betting on instead is a hunger, however
dreamy, for one America, not hundreds of niches, aspiring to the big, grandiose
scheme of finding a common good. The defining question of his campaign is not
just whether he can make this vision real but whether he has the ability as a
leader to give it intellectual heft and to carry it out. We’ll find out soon
enough. Either way, the national yearning for a more perfect union is
unmistakable. Such is the decisive backlash against these divisive years in
which anyone who fails to agree with the White House has been portrayed as
un-American, if not with the terrorists.
That's it in a nutshell. What sort of country do we want to live in? But the best part if Frank's parting invocation of the spector of DIRTY POLITICS...
In Mrs. Clinton’s down-to-earth micropolitics, polls often seem to play the
leadership role. That leaves her indecisive when one potential market is pitched
against another. Witness her equivocation over Iraq, driver’s licenses for
illegal immigrants and even Cubs vs. Yankees. Add to this habitual triangulation
the ugly campaigning of the men around her — Mr. Penn’s sleazy
invocation of “cocaine” on MSNBC, Bill Clinton’s “fairy tale” rant
falsifying Mr. Obama’s record on Iraq — and you don’t have change. You have the acrimonious 1990s that the Republicans are dying to refight, because that’s the only real tactic they have.
And down this path lies defeat and darkness. Is there a fight brewing for the soul of the Democratic Party? God I hope so.
Possible E-Mail Closings for The Dude:
1. Yours in Christ,
2. Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't believe the hype,
4. Until the end of the world,
5. Jolly good show,
6. Praise Jebus,
7. Over and out,
8. Trust no one,
Boy is that tough! This must be what a Madison Avenue ad man feels like.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
- I really hope Channel 7 reruns that episode again.
- I can't get over the fact that those John Waters movie rejects reside not in depraved (yet fun) Baltimore or the Hillbilly country of Maryland but instead in WILLIAMSVILLE NY. It's genuinely mind blowing the more I ponder it. I wonder if property values have already started dropping.
- And let's take a moment to ponder what sort of girls are losing those pagaents to a Little Princess who can neither read, write, or speak properly. Yikes!
- The total lack of self awareness on display is still boggling my mind. There were times when I thought that I was watching a wife swap not across philosophical, sociological and intellectual divides but between Bizarro World and our world.
- It was obvious to me that Momma Cruella was hating on that seemingly well adjusted and extremely intelligent teenage daughter because the kid was clearly prettier than hers without even trying and without a family whose sole mission is to make her pretty. That must have been a mighty kick in the teeth for Momma Cruella.
- My first instinct was to label the Williamsville Three an example of all that is wrong with America but frankly I don't think America is that fucked up.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Obi Wan Ruff ain't going anywhere, and I was talking out of my ass. Go Sabres.
- The Williamsville School District has a lot to answer for. What the fuck do those kids do all day if a non functional barely functional space cadet who can barely speak or hold a pencil doesn't stand out? Somebody needs to do an intervention because that kid is doomed.
- Watching a father air brushing on his daughter's tan makes me queasy.
- That woman from Williamsville looked like an evil orphanage owner from an old "Little Rascals" short. I especially liked her Cruella DeVille posing, immature name calling, and the fact that she was demonstrably less intelligent than the homeskilled teenager she tried to school in the real ways of the world. What a great villain.
- Irony is dead in Williamsville.
- I wouldn't pay that douchebag to carry a bag of dogshit let alone tint my windows.
- I will bet you five bucks that Little Princess will crash into you with her SUV eventually.
- After that sicko child beauty pagaent that poor toddler from Indiana is in serious danger of succumbing to the dark side.
- How dumb do you gotta be to actually broadcast your total lack of self awareness or any awareness at all to the entire country? What the fuck.
- We should all some sparkle to our day, every day.
- The most vile people in America live 10 minutes from me.
I'm glad that Howard Stern tore them apart on his show. I'm really glad my peeps brought this to my attention. That really was better than a John Waters movie... and it took place in Williamsville.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
April 1: a new R.E.M. cd.
May 2: Iron Man. Just when you think "another fucking comic book movie!" they get Jon Favreau to direct it with Robert Downey as eccentric billionaire inventor alcoholic superheroTony Stark, Terrence Howard as Rhodey, Gwyneth Paltrow as Pepper Potts and Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury. This could be awesome.
May 9: Speed Racer+ Wachowski Brothers= movie madness.
May 22: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
July 18: Batman- The Dark Knight. The jury is definitely out on Heth Ledger's Joker but it's Nolan and Bale (with Michael Caine as Alfred) so I have no choice but to go.
Sometime after the Presidential Elections so as to not make waves: a new U2 cd.
November 22: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.
December 25: JJ Abrams's attempt at Star Trek, for which I will have my knives sharpened (remember, I've read his script for Superman before Bryan Singer blew it with Superman Returns- and Abrams's was way worse).
This also goes out to Barack Obama, who's got a double digit lead over HRC in New Hampshire.
These sure are interesting times we're living in. At least we have guys like Paul Weller around to provide inspiration and a cool soundtrack.
Remember, the coach ain't covered by the salary cap.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
- In a 180 degree turn Fuse has agreed to show good music for one hour a day when they broadcast the BBC's legendary Later... With Jools Holland at 1 PM Monday thru Friday. It's an incredible reversal for the cable network, and one that cannot possibly last for long (I mean, can Fuse fans actually stand one hour of good music a day?), but for now my TiVO is humming daily for this excellent program. You can't go wrong with a show that in two broadcasts featured Foo Fighters, Arcade Fire, The Bravery, KD Lang, Mc Solaar, and Mercury Rev (Jools also had the Black Eyed Peas on, but I really don't to talk about it)... and the show still waiting for me on the TiVO's got Interpol, Bloc Party, and a chat with (Pink Floyd's) Nick Mason. Booyah. Enjoy it while you can.
- Maybe when it gets axed by Fuse BBCAmerica will pick it up? Come on BBCAmerica!
- I was talking with the man JV and we are both in agreement: we will buy tickets if Todd Rundgren swings back through town as rumor has it he will.
- And speaking of rumors, Zeppelin tour rumors are abounding, with the current talk being that Plant has finally relented and agreed to do it, and that it will happen.
- Interpol's nifty 6 song Interpol Live ep is excellent stuff. No old stuff, but the stuff from their latest albums really crank and sparkle with evil delight. I gotta say that I'm a big fan of these "Support Your Indy Record Store" ep's that bands like Interpol and TV on the Radio have put out recently. Not only do I get to SUPPORT MY LOCAL INDY RECORD STORE but I get some spiffy live recordings that I wouldn't have otherwise. Everybody wins.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
The fun thing about Sigur Ros is that there's always something new in the Sigur Ros bin at the record store, and being something from Sigur Ros it's usually inscrutable and weird and fun. This particular ditty came to my attention as a video on another SR DVD/EP CD combo, and as usual it doesn't disappoint- I love the vintage Sigur Ros fucked up imagery. I can't get enough of it to be honest with you.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
- Edwards gets props for the vintage U2 music intro music at his Caucus night rally. "Pride In The Name Of Love" is always nice, as was the Bruce Springsteen "The Rising" outro. All very symbolic and earnest. Very nice. But Barack Obama gets bigger props for using newer U2 at his wingding. I'd almost say "City of Blinding Lights almost soared. Very tasteful.
- How about all of those luminaries they corralled for the Hillary third place speech? Yikes. I also loved how the Clinton camp recalibrated so sharply in the span of a couple of hours. You gotta love that shit, and I wish I could have been a fly on that wall for those discussions.
- But Hillary overplayed the "Republicans who've seen the light" crack. We know we've got that card in our pocket, but we have to save that shit for the right time, and this isn't it.
- I have to Netflix Primary Colors.
- Chuck Norris onstage right behind Mike Huckabee is classic. That just about sums it up right there. History was made tonight in more ways than one.
- I still don't think I've fully recovered from The Winter Classic. It was OFF THE HOOK, I'm telling you. Anyway, I highly recommend BFLO Blog's excellent and comprehensive WC coverage for the real man on the street (or should I say parking lot and bleachers) shit that provide a fresh and honest appraisal of the event. Essential stuff.
- Letterman was great last night, and yes, he did look like Yosemite Sam. All of that WGA solidarity shit was much appreciated (the striking writer Top Ten List was jim dandy), and I stand by my declaration that Dave is a MAN OF THE PEOPLE. A HERO OF THE PROLETARIAT.
- I really hope MSNBC keeps that foxy Kelly O'Donnell on the Huckabee beat.
- Guiliani is OUT. He's bailing. Kaput. He knows he is doomed and he's throwing the game with that cockamamie no Iowa/New Hampshire strategy so he can get OUT while the getting is ok.. just like in 2000 when he faced certain doom at the hands of Hillary Clinton. Ah well Rudy... ADIOS MUCHACHO!
- Obama just clobbered Hillary Clinton in Iowa. I think I'm going to sleep like the dead... the sleep of the just... knowing that inevitability is dead tonight in Iowa. Still, it is entirely too soon to say ADIOS MUCHACHA.
- Huckabee just clobbered Mitt Romney by double digits.* If you outspend your opponent 20 to 1 and lose by double digits you sir are TOAST. DONE. ADIOS MUCHACHO!
* OK, so it ended up being 9 points. Still... ADIOS MUCHACHO.
Man, I can't wait to see Radiohead this spring, or sooner. Hopefully not in Toronto- that exchange rate is a real kick in the trousers (although I will go if I must).
Countdown was also HOT HOT HOT tonight. I love how he mocked the whole insane Iowa process while praising it, and I love how he mocked out Lou Dobbs for waltzing into a Hillary Clinton suckerpunch to the tune of U2's "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?". Strong words there Keith. I also have to get that book of his. I also liked how Countdown's campaign pic of Fred Thompson looked like an opening credit shot for Law & Order. And his numbers are sort of freaky. Ah... and there's Romney... alive and well in second at last.
2008 is off and running. Booyah.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Special kudos to Dave Letterman for being a man of the people. I smiled from ear to ear when I read that Worldwide Pants gave the union everything they wanted, and I have to reward that show of decency and fairness.
- Buffalo has the best fans in the world, especially Buffalo Sabres fans. What we did in those parking lots and at the HSBC yesterday was incredible. Win or lose it was just an amazing experience, and if nothing else at least the NHL got their dream ending with Sid the (fucking) Kid finnagling that puck past Ryan Miller for the picture perfect finish. Ah well.
- The Winter Classic merchandise was shit. What was up with that? And why didn't the Sabres jerseys have the laces like the jerseys the team was wearing on the ice? That was pretty bogus.
- Only 18 arrests? We are good people.
- Kudos to all women fans who wear proper Sabres jerseys, not those godawful pink jerseys- which are affront to both women and hockey in general. Seeing all of those ladies in the Sabres blue and white (with a few red, black thrown in) made me I realize that this was really the last piece of the puzzle...
- Yesterday proved that we are HOCKEYTOWN USA, hell maybe even HOCKEYTOWN PLANET EARTH. Look at all those WNY boys playing in the NHL. Look at the crowds we assemble to watch games in the plaza or inside on TV. Look at the tailgating and the jerseys and the chanting and the fun. We did that... and we stole HOCKEYTOWN out from under Detroit. Now we just gotta justify and earn that title as Sabres fans and as patrons of the game.
- I Tivo'd the NBC broadcast and it was rubbish as expected. You folks who went to the HSBC and got the HD and the Rick and Harry experience must have gotten a real treat.
- If anybody's got a VHS or DVD copy of the CBC broadcast I'd love to get it from you.