-Bad news, old sport. It may be high time to change the public house’s name.
-What are you talking about? We’ve been been providing the citizenry of Belleville, NJ with a happy ending to their workday, in the form of high spirits and good cheer, decades.
-Yes, yes, true, of course. But unfortunately the phrase “happy endings” has taken on new, unsavory connotations of late.
-Unsavory connotations? Whatever do you mean?
-It’s positively ribald, I’m afraid.
-My stars and heavens! Well, it takes all kinds, I suppose. is there a way to let people who suspect this seedy meaning that we mean something much more wholesome?
-Great scott, I have it! And we can keep the name.
-Gimlets all around!
They all laughed at the lone nerd guitar player when he entered the high school battle of the bands. Little did they suspect he had a “secret weapon.”
Do a live action reunion of the Dungeons and Dragon cartoon and get REM’s bassplayer to play the wizard.
So I was giving Gish another chance tonight. The uptempo songs remain pretty good. The slow ones aren’t bad. The rest of Smashing Pumpkins’ career never hit the same lean peaks.
Anyway. My favorite song on the re-listen was “Tristessa.” It’s got a bunch of snaky little riffs, a tight groove and a guitar solo that blasts out of the speakers like a Led Zeppelin 1 song. There’s really nothing I don’t like about it, actually. Even the vocals are nicely indecipherable.
But the opening riff sounded incredibly familiar. I went spelunking around my brain and realized why: candy flavored Canadian hot topicals Sum 41 stole it for their one song. (skip to the 30 second mark for it to kick in.)
I know I’m down a real “who gives a shit” rabbit hole here so I’ll be cut my losses. I’m just surprised that reputed diva control freak emotional roller coaster rider Billy Corgan never flipped out publicly about it.
There’s a scene in the Royal Tennenbaums where Owen Wilson’s character is hurt and bewildered by a reviewer pointedly saying he was not a genius. It’s a mystery to him why someone would specifically have to specifically rule out the possibility of his genius.
Well, sometimes you have to.
Case in point: Anton Newcombe. He’s not a genius but he acts like one. Continue reading
I’ve had a DVD copy of the movie “Dig” for at least five years but have held off watching it because I didn’t care about its two musical subjects, the Dandy Warhols and Brian Jonestown Massacre.
I expected an exercise in self-mythology for two bands that deserved their obscurity. Suprise, surprise: when I finally watched the movie my indifference to the bands made it better.
The bands are insignificant and mediocre. Consequently, when they act like big deals, it’s hilarious. I’ve been obsessing about them both for days. Continue reading
I can’t stand cooking shows and I hate reality shows but I love Kitchen Nightmares. The food part is largely incidental, so it’s not much of a cooking show, really, but it shares a lot of DNA with reality shows with words like housewives, top and boss in the title. Nightmares offers up the same personality traits featured on those shows: vanity, self-importance, lack of self-awareness, penchant for drama. The core difference—what makes the show watchable—is that those personality traits are squashed instead of celebrated. Continue reading