I have just finished having one of those four day stints where you just want to say fuck it all and kill me while you're at it. The pain and nausea and exhaustion and fever wouldn't stop. Glad it's over...
The sole highlight of the wretched weekend was seeing Half Nelson. (Thanks J. for the screener copy!) Ryan Gosling easily gives one of the best performances of the year and the movie itself is just an open eyed honest unflinching masterpiece. I cannot begin to recommend it enough.
I will never forget the first time I saw Suede live. I think it was the first time I truly lusted after a rock star. (They played at the Masquerade Music Park three days after a killer Jesus and Mary Chain/Mazzy Star show. I thought it was the best week of music EVER! ) Suede appealed to me on two levels. First and foremost, they were beautiful, adrogynous British boys who brazenly embraced their pansexuality. As a 14 year old boy, just coming out and discovering his love of all things eyeliner and glitter they, obviously, appealed to me greatly. Second, Suede churned out dramatic glamourous rock full of angst and sex and drugs and fashion and death. I loved and followed the band up until its demise in 2002. It came to my attention, on Saturday, that Brett Anderson (the lead singer and lyricist) and Bernard Butler (the original and best guitarist, who left the band midway through the recording of their second album) reunited last year and released the above album. I don't know how many Suede fans read my journal...but if you are, and you haven't heard this album, you must! It is a masterpiece! Hell...even if you aren't a Suede fan...if you just love britpop...or glam rock...or just enjoy good fucking music, I cannot recommend The Tears highly enough.
My sister and I hit Tabernacle last night to see JT. It was super hot and I am officially a little girl. I screamed and swooned and danced.... Can't wait for the new album.
Please, remember me Happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin The time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the hill And up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range, A piggy bank A vision too removed to mention But
Please, remember me Fondly I heard from someone you're still pretty And then They went on to say That the pearly gates Had some eloquent graffiti Like 'We'll meet again' And 'Fuck the man' And 'Tell my mother not to worry' And angels with their gray Handshakes Were always done in such a hurry And
Please, remember me At Halloween Making fools of all the neighbors Our faces painted white By midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world And then returned And now you're lit up by the city So
Please, remember me Mistakenly In the window of the tallest tower call Then pass us by But much too high To see the empty road at happy hour Leave and resonate Just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down' And 'Someone Save Temptation' And
Please, remember me As in the dream We had as rug-burned babies Among the fallen trees And fast asleep Aside the lions and the ladies That called you what you like And even might Give a gift for your behavior A fleeting chance to see A trapeze Swing as high as any savior But
Please, remember me My misery And how it lost me all I wanted Those dogs that love the rain And chasing trains The colored birds above there running In circles round the well And where it spells On the wall behind St. Peter's So bright with cinder gray And spray paint 'Who the hell can see forever?' And
Please, remember me Seldomly In the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees You turn from me And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful But never meant to last' The clown that passed Saw me just come up with anger When it filled with circus dogs The parking lot Had an element of danger So
Please, remember me Finally And all my uphill clawing My dear But if i make The pearly gates Do my best to make a drawing Of God and Lucifer A boy and girl An angel kissin on a sinner A monkey and a man A marching band All around the frightened trapeze swingers
I don't know why this song has meant so much to me these past few months. I find it comforting and, even, graceful. If you want to hear it...click here.
I just finished watching this. I have to say that it was gut wrenching. I feel like I need a shower and a year or so of therapy. This was seriously one of the most morally challenging films I have ever seen. I cannot decide where I stand after viewing it...I am torn between being repulsed and feeling satisfied. I highly recommend seeing it...but don't read too much about it as many reviews give away a few key twists in the story.
On a, literaly, lighter note...my waist is down to a size 30! How's that for a fucking silver lining?!?!?! Watch out lytbryt, I can almost raid your closet!
Maybe it was the truly engrossing storyline... Maybe it was seeing it on the big screen... Maybe it was that the effects were so fucking cool... Maybe it was the hella good cliffhanger... But PotC2 is the movie of the summer!
I loved it and CANNOT WAIT for part 3 next May! START THE COUNTDOWN!
One quibble...and it isn't with the movie. What is up with parents these days? There were ALOT of kids in the audience...young kids...elementary school and younger. The movie was pretty intense. I imagine a 5-year old would have found alot of it downright disturbing. I could see a kid in the row in front of me was clearly terrified...so much so he started crying. His parents not only didn't take him out of the theater...they looked at him, laughed, patted his tembling knee, and told him it was all in good fun. I just don't think it's right.
So, I have officially caved to the Hollywood hype machine.
I have a confession. Until last night, I had never seen all of the first Pirates of the Caribbean. I tried watching it once, when it first released on DVD, and turned it off after being bored for 45 minutes. Believe me, I WAS SHOCKED that Johnny Depp couldn't keep me watching. Well last night, I rented the movie again. I watched the whole thing and...well....I enjoyed it. I didn't think it was fabulous...but it was entertaining. The thing that gets me though is that I am itching to see the sequel. Why? The movie didn't end with a cliffhanger or anything. I didn't love it or even really really like it. It was a fine diversion for 2+ hours. So why is it that I am sitting here contemplating hitting the theater BY MYSELF to go see the new one? Sure another 2+ hours with Johnny Depp in eyeliner is a heady temptation...but I cannot figure out why I am literally anxious to go to this film.
So I'm perusing Fandango and thankfully it is pretty much sold out until the later hours.
NOW I REALLY WANT TO GO! What is it that everyone in America takes away from these films that I haven't?
That's it...I'm going...10:15 tonight. Maybe this one will be better....maybe I will figure it all out.
"Simple Life is a reality show and people might assume it's real. But it's fake.
"All reality shows are fake basically. When you have a camera on you, you are not going to act yourself.
"So before I started the show I thought I'd make a character like the movies Legally Blonde and Clueless mixed together, with a rich girl all-in-one.
"Even my voice is different and the way I dress is different from me in real life. It's a character I like to play. I think it's carefree and happy. The public think they know me but they really don't."
I thought the world was crashing in. The room seemed to compress and I felt like there was no such thing as truth anymore. Could it be that I really didn't know Paris?!?!?!?
This is one of the wirdest things I have seen in a long time. I'm trying to decide if I'm going to indulge my sadistic side and pay in! Seriously check it out.
Click the pic to check out the revamped Scissor Sisters website! I cannot wait for the new album to drop this September! I've heard three of the new tracks and they are so fucking hot! The Love Vigilantes will have to hit any and all SS performances when they tour at the end of the year!
I CAN'T WAIT FOR WEDNESDAY! Project Runway 3 starts and, based on the cast videos, this season is going to fucking rock! Click the pic and get a phenomenal mp3 from Barefoot Sanders, the composer of the PR music. It is a fierce techno song featuring Tim Gun and Santino Rice! Also here's a link to download the song featured in the current PR3 promo airing on Bravo every thirty seconds. It is called Oh My by Mellowdrone and I love it! Download it and work the runway bitches!
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