I got lots of money, I got lots of time, bought myself a penthouse, filled it up with bubbly wine
After a hard day of installing hardwood flooring, there’s only one movie that stands as an adequate reward. Here’s a hint or two: “Where do you dance at, darlin’?” “Um… at the Cheetah.” “I don’t know how good you are, darlin’, and I don’t know what it is you’re good at, but if it’s at the Cheetah, it’s not dancing, I know that much.” “You don’t know shit!” “She’s no butterfly. Tony, she’s all pelvic thrust. I mean, she prowls. She’s got it!” “I’ve had dog food.” “You have?” “Mmm-hmmm. Long time ago. Doggy Chow. I used to love Doggy … Continue reading I got lots of money, I got lots of time, bought myself a penthouse, filled it up with bubbly wine
One for Friday: The Frogs, “Whether U Like It Or Not I Love U”
Once I found my way to the student-run radio station in college, I’d found my home. This was true to such a degree that I was quick to chose spending time there over my actual home some hundred miles away. During the winter break of my freshman year, I made the obligatory trip home from Christmas, but begged off on staying much longer, noting the extraordinary need at the station for extra hands. This was true. 90FM was, with great pride, a station that didn’t operate under the philosophy that a break from school was a break from broadcasting. What’s … Continue reading One for Friday: The Frogs, “Whether U Like It Or Not I Love U”
And you were the one that understood the tennis ball
My best intentions to complete a post with an assemblage of word were thwarted because I wound up engrossed in watching a tennis match. A tennis match I’ve already watched once today. It was much better played than this match: Although, I could watch that match twice in one day, too. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading And you were the one that understood the tennis ball
Going round in circles, here we go again
Had I gone into Away We Go uneducated about the filmmakers behind it, I would have been startled when the directing credit popped up at the end. This loose, scruffy travelogue sends a thirtysomething couple expecting their first child bounding … Continue reading Going round in circles, here we go again
Headlights flashin’ in the rain again, my thumb is giving me pain again, zip zip
I kinda wish Batman comics always looked like this. Unfortunately, they only do when you visit a really cool Website. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Headlights flashin’ in the rain again, my thumb is giving me pain again, zip zip
You’ve cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear
Twenty-first in a series… (Due credit to the photographer.) (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading You’ve cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear
Would you believe it’s a happening?
Bad Movie Nights have gotten harder to do. There are two elements to this observation. For one, when we started engaging in this diversion in dreck over a decade ago it was relatively easy to pull a night together. Out … Continue reading Would you believe it’s a happening?
Coming attraction
Gone bad movie nightin’. Details to follow. Continue reading Coming attraction
One for Friday: Juliana Hatfield, “Everybody Loves Me But You”
I think one of the natural tendencies of students working in college radio is to spend the time building their own personal music collections. I don’t mean that the theoretically student in question plays something new and exciting on their radio program, inspiring a trip to the friendly neighborhood record store. Instead, it it done somewhat illicitly, spare copies of CDs or vinyl records going straight from mailed packages to bookbags. I use the qualifier somewhat because, in my experience, the representatives of the labels and the distribution companies were often complicit in this practice, actively encouraging music directors to … Continue reading One for Friday: Juliana Hatfield, “Everybody Loves Me But You”
I don’t see you hanging around, I’m goin’ home
I’ve been traveling a lot lately. It’s nice to be home. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading I don’t see you hanging around, I’m goin’ home
