Monday, December 28, 2009

He ran off and left us...


I can’t remember how old I was when I bought my first Vic Chesnutt album. 17? 18? It was Little, his first record, on vinyl. That was my vinyl phase.
All I remember is getting swept away by the first strum of “Isadora Duncan.” With that, a life long fan was born.
So it broke my heart to hear of his passing away over Christmas. On a day full of love and friendship, it cast a shadow.
There was just so much to love in his music. The craft of his songwriting. The dark humor and poetry of his lyrics. The nasal twang that could seem full of hope or longing or both. His songs were full of pain and love, tragedy and adventure, the past, the present and the future.
In short, they were full of life. And they enriched my own.
I could go on forever about the songs I love. But I want to keep this short, because I don’t want to spend forever mourning the man and the tragic circumstances of his passing. Instead I would rather just sit here and listen to the music; because that ultimately is the treasure he left us all with.
So I will sit here and sing "Isadora Duncan" to myself, as I have done before and I will do again and again. His life is over, but in his songs are eternal.

Sherlock Moans (thanks for the title Caz)


The holidays have been a busy time for me, so apologies for not posting on the blog the last couple of days. That said, it still wasn’t so busy that I couldn’t head into the theater to see the latest film version / interpretation of SHERLOCK HOLMES.
My hopes weren’t very high, to be honest. The trailer, while full of action and quick one liners, was enjoyable, but didn’t really scream Sherlock Holmes to me. It wasn’t the Arthur Conan Doyle stories, or the Basil Rathbone movies of the 30’s and 40’s, or the Jeremy Brett interpretation of the 80’s. No, this was Holmes for a new generation, one that can’t sit still for the detective that is more talk than action. Sad isn’t it that audiences today can’t handle a detective that was all about the power of the mind. Instead, we need a Holmes that is as quick with his fists as he is with his wits.
The movie itself is sort of enjoyable for what it is. It’s not the most difficult mystery in the world to solve, but its fun to watch the pieces fall into place. Jude Law does probably one of the most appealing performances I have seen from him. The action sequences are appropriately exciting. The jokes are funny (most of the time).So why was it ultimately so flat and disappointing?
Most people will probably throw the blame at director Guy Ritchie’s feet. And truthfully some of the faults are on his shoulders. His choice to show how Holmes mentally prepares to take down his opponents, followed by a faster repetition of the same scene, doesn’t really work cinematically. The central idea that there is something more than brotherly love between Holmes and Watson is a bit ham handed.
But the real fault is in Robert Downey Jr’s performance and in how the character Holmes is written. Classically Holmes is arrogant and intelligent, the guy who walks in the room knowing he is smarter than everyone in it and can prove it easily. He is confident and assured. Yet Holmes is played as a neurotic, torn apart by his friend’s decision to marry and leave him. His arrogance is played as almost a defense mechanism from his own insecurities. He is a sloppy self destructive, burying his pain in bouts of drunkenness and bare knuckle boxing matches.
In short, he isn’t Holmes.
It makes me think that this movie would have been better served by just jettisoning the whole Sherlock Holmes aspect of it. Why not just have created a different kind of detective and place him in the same story? With only minor tweaks, it would work much better.
I guess the studios hoped that the recognizable Sherlock Holmes name would peak people’s interest, yet they showed absolutely no faith in any of the core elements that make Sherlock Sherlock. It’s a strange piece of logic and the movie suffers for it.
In short, better than I thought, but no where near as good as it could have been.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy Holidays!


A Merry Christmas to All! We can all get along!!!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Merry Christmas

The winter night is cold, and the walk home left me a little frozen. A glass of wine later and my brain starts to feel a little more active. I am excited for tomorrow. My best friend Caz is coming over for the holidays and I can’t wait to see her and hang out with her. I know we will have an awesome time. I might not write as much over the next couple of weeks because of that.
And yet, it is the holidays, and tonight I am thinking about the people I can’t spend the holidays with. The people that for one reason or another can’t be here to share in the holiday joy. My thoughts and my heart are going out to them tonight. I hope they know that where ever they are, no matter what, they are loved and that they are being wished a Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.

Monday, December 21, 2009

This Week's Book Report

Now that my sales conference over, I can read a few books for myself.

BLANKETS by Craig Thompson – One of the finest graphic novels I have read in a long time. I know I am a little late to the game on this one. But better late than never. Thompson’s autobiographical novel is the story of teenager Craig, struggling with his family, his small town schoolmates, and his own Christian faith. At a religious camp, he meets Raina, and their slowly developing relationship is the core of the book. After the camp, the two correspond until Craig spends two weeks with her and her family. The two fall in love, but once Craig returns home, he is forced to grow up and choose his own path in life. Thompson’s tale avoids the usual trappings of many coming of age tales, focusing on the spiritual and emotional impact of their relationship on Craig. Craig’s search for understanding, for his own place in the world, connects to us all. Thompson’s art captures the tender realism of the relationship as well as the surreal qualities of Craig’s internal struggle. Simple, intelligent, and heartfelt, Blankets captures a universal tale with grace and honesty.

STORM FRONT by Jim Butcher – The first book in Butcher’s Dresden Files series, combining fantasy and hardboiled mystery. Harry Dresden is a wizard for hire in Chicago, solving cases for clients while also working as a consultant for the police. In Storm Front, he tries to solve the mystery of a missing husband while helping the police uncover who savagely murdered two people through magic. The problem is, Harry’s the only local wizard powerful enough to have committed the crime, putting himself in the crosshairs of the Wizard’s Council. Butcher balances the mystery and fantasy elements very well, but it’s Dresden that makes the book a worthwhile read. He is an appealing character, funny, compassionate, tough, and carrying a dark past. As the series progresses, Butcher throws in a longer conspiracy / fantasy war subplot that carries through much of the series, but in the first book, he lays the groundwork for a strong series that anyone can pick up and enjoy. I definitely will read the next installment.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

For my friend

When I look back at this year, I can always say it started on a high note, when my best friend Caz came over from London to celebrate the New Year with me. Even now I can still sit here and smile at all the good memories.
We did a lot of the touristy things, visited the Museum, Chinatown, the park. We did New Year’s Eve at Motor City, so we could enjoy champagne and loud music. New Year’s Day we nursed our hangovers and just watched episodes of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I gave her a bunch of free comics and took her to Midtown Comics and Forbidden Planet.
I think the best thing we did though was the Bob Dylan Walking Tour. Caz is a huge Dylan fan, so I found a website that showed various clubs and places Dylan played or stayed at. We spent a cold afternoon wandering the West Village, trying to find them all. Of course, in an effort to play tour guide, I felt the need to provide her with fascinating tidbits about Dylan’s life. The fact that I was making all of it up (did you know Blonde on Blonde was named because he wanted to know if some girl’s carpet matched the drapes? No?) didn’t take away from the enjoyment.
In a couple of days, Caz will be back on this side of the Atlantic to ring in 2010. We both had very rough years, hers especially. Through it all, our friendship was one of the few positive things we had in our lives and we offered each other support and guidance. Laughs when we needed to forget, advice when we needed to talk. So I am looking forward to her return so I can thank her properly for her friendship. I truly hope she knows how much it means to me.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

TV Series Catch-Up

Over the summer, I took it upon myself to try to clear a bunch of stuff of my Netflix queue and for some reason thought that the best way would be to clear off some of the TV programs I had on there. That was a mistake. I didn't get much cleared off and became addicted to some programs that I had missed out over the years.

Spaced - Created by Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Jessica Stevenson, this is a hilarious British comedy unlike most other British comedies. Or American ones for that matter. Most people would find it similar to Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz, not surprising since two of the creators are responsible for those as well. Spaced centers around two early 30's slackers who decide to pretend to be a couple in order to rent a room in a house, and the show follows their adventures together. But really the show is about skewering pop culture with jabs taken at Star Wars, comic books, pop art, pop music, and basically the whole idea of slackers in general. Their anarchic rapid fire style reminded me of my other fave British comedy The Young Ones, although this has way more heart to it.

The Mighty Boosh - Recommended by my friend Caz, this huge cult hit in Britain has finally made its way to the US. Julian Barrett and Noel Fielding play Howard Moon and Vince Noir, two strangely opposite best friends working in a zoo, or a curio shop, or not really working at all (depending which season you watch), and the extremely bizarre adventures they get up to. At first I wasn't sure what to make of it, trying to make some sort of logical sense of the show. But logic has no place in The Mighty Boosh, each episode plays like a dream someone has after eating too much Mexican. In my opinion, it's Fielding's multiple characters, from a bizarre she-male lake monster named Old Gregg, or the disembodied head of a wizard named Tony Harrison, or even the moon, that what gives the show its best material.

Prime Suspect - More a series of mini series, Prime Suspect follows the tangled career of Jane Tennison, played by Helen Mirren, a London police woman who challenges the male dominated Metropolitan Police Force. Each mini series follows a specific high profile cases involving serial killers, pedophilia, illegal immigrants, etc. But what makes the show more than just a standard procedural is the conflicted depths that Mirren brings to Tennison, showing that no matter how good she is at her job, she has many faults as well. Forget the police part of the show; Prime Suspect is a fantastic drama, showcasing a woman at odds with her bosses, her subordinates, her lovers, her family, and most of all with herself. The final series showed her finally coming to grips with her alcoholism in some incredibly powerful scenes. This is the role Mirren was born to play.

Dexter - Before this list gets too Brit heavy, here comes that lovable serial killer from Miami, Dexter Morgan. I have wanted to watch Dexter for a while, but as I don't get Showtime, I was always missing out. This summer I tried the first season and all I can say is wow. I immediately got the second season and thought WOW. Then I saw the third series and...well it was more wow then WOW. I really do like the show and find it compelling and juicy. Great drama? No. There have been some severe acting flaws, most surprisingly Jimmy Smits in Season 3 (sorry I just didn't buy him turning killer). Addictive entertainment? Absolutely. Michael C Hall's Dexter is a true wonder, a serial killer trying to follow a code of justice, a man who knows that he will always be an outsider who still tries to find a home.

Battlestar Galactica - This is the show I am kicking myself for missing when it was on the air. It was always one that I knew was supposed to be good, but I missed the first few episodes and never got around to catching up. Now that I have witnessed the show in its entirety, I must add myself to the chorus of those praising this show to the frakking heavens. A science fiction epic, an allegory for our own troubled times, a drama with true grit and edge. The story of the last human survivors as they fight their way across the galaxy in an effort to find the lost planet Earth was at times heartbreaking, at times horrific, and sometimes hopeful. But it was never short of mesmerizing, especially the twin performances of Edward James Olmos and Mary McDonnell, the heart and soul of the show. I know I have the prequel series Caprica to look forward to, but nothing will be the same s this epic series that I wish could just have continued on forever.

Friday, December 18, 2009

More 2009 Highlights

Continuing my look at some of my fave things of the past year:

New York Comic-Con 2009 – One of the perks of my job is getting to attend the NYCC every year. This year was even more fun because I spent part of my time there on a plan to cheer my best friend up from a very depressing 2009. I did this by having her favorite creators sign a cardboard sign for her. The sign became cluttered with signatures, doodles and best wishes to her. She was thrilled to get it and the sign is now hanging in her bedroom. Coolest creator was the legendary Brian Bolland who not only drew on the sign but was genuinely concerned for my friend. A true class act.

The work year – This year I took on a few additional responsibilities, especially in doing some marketing work with the Academic department here. Marketing has always seemed to be an attractive area for me and has always appealed to my creative side. It was a great opportunity and could open some more doors for me in the future. I love trying out new directions.

Barack Obama – Ok, so he wasn’t the second coming. Did anyone really believe he would be? At the end of the day, he is just a politician like so many others. But still, it was refreshing to have a president in there that I could feel some sense of pride in. How the rest of his term plays out is anyone’s guess, but for right now, I take pleasure in having him as our president.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

My Best Films of the Year. Just maybe not this year.



As we approach the end of the year and we all take stock of 2009, I thought I might over the course of a week or so talk a little bit about my own highlights of the year. As this is my blog, I can do that sort of thing.
So to start things off, I will talk about my personal favorite films of this past year. Of course, that isn’t all that accurate either. I didn’t get out to the theater much this year and I tend to watch a lot of things on Netflix, so some of these films….ok most of these films didn’t come out this year. But I did see them this year, so in my mind that counts. Again, my blog, I can do what I want.
Besides, isn’t really sort of arbitrary that we HAVE to talk about the films of this year? In this age of DVD and online viewings, why can’t someone’s favorite film of the year be from 20 years ago? If it’s the first time they saw it, it’s new to them.
So here are my personal faves of 2010.

Star Trek – C’mon. You didn’t see this one coming? I’m a dork, OF COURSE I was gonna love the hell out of this film. J.J. Abrams and associates really managed to energize and totally recreate the Star Trek universe without alienating the hardcore Trekkies out there. I am not a Trekkie; frankly those guys scare the living hell out of me. But I have been a Star Trek fan through its ups and downs. By jettisoning a lot of the history of the franchise and starting fresh, all of a sudden you were watching a film where anything could happen. Destroy Vulcan? Sure. Kill Spock’s mom? No problem. Spock bangs Uhura? Ok dokey. Old fans could expect something new, and people just wanting a good time at the movies could enjoy it without having to try and understand who all these people were. It was fresh, fun, and exciting.

The Wrestler – I used to laugh at Mickey Rourke, especially at his face that has become stretched too tight. His career had fallen apart, and despite enjoying him in Sin City, I pretty much felt that his days as a star were behind him. But with The Wrestler, he not only proved me wrong, he showed me something that I hadn’t seen from him in a long time: the man can act. His Randy the Ram was a man haunted by age, the demands he has put on his body, his loneliness, and the mistakes he has made with his life. Probably the best thing you can say about a performance like this is that you forget that it is a performance and just become lost in the story. And wow, about halfway through the film I realized that I had totally forgotten that this was all make believe.

The Hangover – It’s such a guy film. Look, I am no fool. I know that this will by no means be a cinematic masterpiece. It’s goofy, sick, twisted guy humor. But I am a guy and I haven’t laughed this hard at a movie in a really long time. So for my money it was the best $10 I spent at the movies this year.

The Beat My Heart Skipped – Many years ago, I enjoyed a small cult film called Fingers, starring a young Harvey Keitel and directed by James Toback. The story of a young pianist who also works for his loan shark father offered a fantastic performance by Keitel. I finally caught the French “remake” The Beat My Heart Skipped this year and as much as I enjoyed the original, I was bowled over by this reimagining of the story. Romain Duris’s performance, just embodying all the hope and anger and anguish of the main character as he is torn apart by his conflicting worlds, was hypnotic. Jacques Audiard’s direction was stylish but also subtle, not allowing anything to take away from the acting.

The Host – Joon-ho Bong’s monster movie was a surprise for me. I figured it would be mildly amusing. But I really enjoyed this tale of a family hunting down a monster that has kidnapped their sister more than a lot of the regular “blockbusters” being made nowadays. It wasn’t the special effects or the action scenes, or even that ominous tension as they start swimming through the sewers. It was the heart at the center of this film. Ultimately it was a tale of fractured family trying to heal, hidden in the trappings of a monster movie. There was a level of empathy achieved in this film. When a character dies, you felt it. Can you say the same about G.I. Joe?

The Lives of Others – I don’t think I was more totally captivated this year then I was by The Lives of Others. Winner of the Foreign Film Academy Award, the film is the story of a German Secret Policeman, a master at interrogation and surveillance that begins to see things differently when he is forced to bug a playwright, who’s only real crime seems to be sleeping with an actress the Minister of Culture wants for himself. The film comes alive in the actor’s beautifully complex characters, each one capable of deception, manipulation, and love. Ulrich Mühe’s policeman was spellbinding. His transformation from villain to hero was so slow and subtle and believable, I just didn’t want this movie to end.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Who am I?

I am thinking about who I am tonight.
Years ago, my friend Pete told me that I had to decide if I was a working class intellectual or a white collar punk. Or something along those lines.
My thought was as it is now. Do I have to choose?
Lately I keep hearing about roles in life, how people perceive us. How people keep expecting us to fit their notions of how we are and who we should be. Every time I hear that, every time I feel that in my own life, I want to scream.
I don’t know who I am in this world. I don’t mean that in a depressed, sobbing sort of way. I mean that in an “I wear many hats, I have to be many things” sort of way.
Am I the business casual sales rep?
Am I the lonely guy sitting at home all the time?
Am I the comics reading geek?
Am I the guy who never knew is father?
Am I the guy who drinks too much when sad?
Am I the guy too shy to say hello?
Am I the guy who makes everyone laugh?
Am I the one who offers my shoulder to those in need?
Am I the one who just wants to be left alone?
Am I the romantic who wants a wife and a family?
Am I the one who loves a dive bar and loud punk rock?
Am I the one who sings along to his iPod while walking down the street?
Am I the one who fights back tears when I hear bagpipes?
Am I the flirt? The lover?
Am I the one with a temper? The one who avoids fights?
Am I the one tongue tied and unsure?
Am I the one who goes after what he wants?
Do I have to be one? Can’t I be all?
I refuse to play one role over the other. I refuse to be who everyone expects me to be. I refuse to stop being all of these things.
They are all parts of me. They are who I am. If I am to change, it will be on my terms.
It will be what I want.
So maybe I don't know who I am, maybe I won't discover it.
Maybe I am not supposed to. Isn't that what life is about? Discovery and change?

Monday, December 14, 2009

An Open Letter


To the next woman or women that I go out with who when I tell them that I read comic books and graphic novels, they either respond with “Oh that’s…interesting. Why?” or “But aren’t they for kids?” (The much hoped for “Oh Me Too!” has yet to materialize)

Yes, I read comics.
No, they are not for kids. Well, some are. But not the ones I read. Maybe.
Look, I love reading. I always have. I love reading all sorts of things, and comics are a part of that. I won’t apologize for it. Except maybe for those X-Men years but hey I was a kid then. Cut me some slack.
Ok ok, I can see that you seem to find this a little perplexing. I guess you probably haven’t really seen a lot of these working the runways in Paris and studying physics at M.I.T. (hey, if I am going to have an imaginary date, the least I can do is have it with a smoking hot genius). I guess maybe I should go way back.
I don’t remember the first comic I read, but the first one that stayed with me was an old issue of Iron Man. I had that thing for years; I remember he was battling this villain called The Living Laser. I don’t remember the plot very well, but I still remember the cover. It was with that comic that I was hooked.
It didn’t help that I had an uncle that was a big comics fan and he really fueled the fire. He would have these stacks at his house that he would let me pick through. I read long runs of Batman and X-Men and a bunch of others .From him, I learned about the history and the characters and saw that this is something that you can read no matter what age.
Yes, my mom never forgave him. Do you see the waiter? I think I need more wine.
Over the years I read more and more, and began branching out into the independents comics, the ones for mature readers. The ones without guys in tights. I found stories that could be incredibly complex and intelligent, stories about simple relationships, detective stories, journalism and memoirs. And of course Robert Crumb’s fascination with big asses.
For me, reading has primarily always been about the story. Can it absorb me, take me away from the reality of my life and put me in another world? For me, I see no difference if that world is the strange landscapes of Borges, the hard boiled streets of Chandler, or the skies of Metropolis with Superman. The same goes with a good film or TV show. If the story can grab hold of me, then I am there, transfixed.
Oh good, I needed this refill.
Nowadays, people talk about this growing acceptance of comics and graphic novels. They get reviewed in major newspapers, they get on top ten lists alongside Pynchon and Lethem. They are taught in schools and universities. Heck, one even won the Pulitzer. Maybe I was just ahead of the curve, cool before everyone else? ......Yeah, that was silly to say. I blame the wine.
So no, I am proud of reading them. I love reading them. I always have and I always will. I like to think that the person I am has been shaped as much from my love of comics.
Someone asked me recently if I picked out one book to give to someone that would tell them who I was, how I saw myself. I looked through my bookshelf and thought about it for a second and I said Spider-Man. The person laughed and asked why.
Spider-Man was this ordinary, skinny, nerdy high school kid who got his powers from a freak accident. He uses these powers to try to help regular people. No matter how much he gets abused by the press, or beat up by super villains, he always tries to fight for what’s right in the world.
I would like to think, that although I don’t have super powers, that I try to live my life the same way. That no matter how big the obstacles are I try to fight the good fight for the people that I care about. I don’t know of any other way to live and I wouldn’t change that part about me for the world.
If that came from reading a comic book, then how could they ever be bad?
Hmm? Thank you, I think you are very sweet too. Want to get out of here?

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Saturday notes

Some highlights for the day:

Read The Castle in Transylvania, an old novella by Jules Verne. The story centers around an old abandoned castle outside a small village. When the townspeople begin witnessing supernatural events, they start to investigate and find more than they bargained for. What starts off as a horror story turns into a tale of love, obsession and madness. It also features a sort of Scooby-Doo ending (hey let’s explain how it all worked) that is both satisfying and also disappointing. The ghost story elements were so enjoyable that when Verne pulls back the curtain, it takes a lot away from the story.

Hit the Brooklyn Public Library this afternoon. I love my library. Living in a more-hipster area of Brooklyn, the Central Branch tends to have a great selection in things like CD’s and graphic novels. I picked up Adrian Tomine’s Shortcomings and a mix of CD’s ranging from Stan Getz to Belle & Sebastian. A good haul. Now I just have to find the time to get to them.

Spent a long time talking to my best friend in London and playing some Wordscraper. She has been having a huge success at the Authonomy site. She has posted her first novel there and has been getting a lot of great feedback. What makes me smile the most about this is I have been telling her for so long that she is a talented writer, and all of the people complimenting her have just really given her a big boost of confidence. And it is a well deserved boost. She just hit the top five of the week and it’s only been up there two days! If you want to take a look at it, go to www.authonomy.com and lookup her book The Suicide Note. If you enjoy it, feel free to sign up for the site and put her novel on your bookshelf. I am so incredibly proud of her.

Tonight I am enjoying a quiet night in, prepping to watch more of the first season of Dr. Who. I will speak more of my Who love at a later date. But this is just how I wanted to spend my Saturday night.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Wishing they would just shut up and sing already...

This is how my brain works:
I was in the shower, sort of groggy from the few drinks I had last night and not quite awake from the morning coffee. I began thinking about my weekend and what I needed to do like laundry, groceries, read for work. I also started thinking about the first season of Dr Who which had just arrived and I was really looking forward to watching it. Then my head jumped to season three, which I had been given for my birthday this year and how much I had enjoyed it. Especially the bits with the Master who was played by that actor, oh what’s his name, John Simm, he was in that show Life on Mars…
Yeah, my mind is a jumbled, strange place.
It was at this point I remembered that Simm had apparently started his career as a musician, even playing with Ian McCullough of Echo and The Bunnymen. Then I took a left turn at musicians who act and actors who try to be musicians. How people always think actors are terrible musicians but musicians are such terrific actors and how that is rather unfair.
Don’t get me wrong, I agree that actors are terrible musicians. I equate listening to Russell Crow or Kevin Bacon or Kevin Costner as the equivalent of aural rape. And please do not bring up 30 Seconds of Mars to me. Yes yes, I know YOU like them.
But musicians seem to get a big pass on their acting abilities because most people seem astounded that they not only can sing, but apparently they can also speak. And sometimes emote. Let’s face it, most of them can convincingly pass for humans, but don’t ask for much else.
It reminded me of Law & Order SVU this week, which was Ice-T’s big solo episode for the season, a job that required his character to go through a long patch of self-anger and doubt, and to showcase his skills as an interrogator and detective. Yet pretty much all he could muster was some version of angry-grumpy-constipated.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Ice-T and I generally like him on the show. I am not expecting the guy who sang “Girls, Let’s Get Butt Naked and Fuck” to all of a sudden become a student of the Stanislavski Method of acting. But still you would think that someone, anyone involved with the show would have pointed out that he was out of his league.
When acting, musicians are usually some version of their stage personas and that is how we like them. Ice –T is always Ice-T, Ice Cube always Ice Cube, Elvis, Madonna, the list goes on. In some way, we expect no more from them than just extensions of their musical personas, only now speaking rather than singing, acting happy or sad or in Madonna’s case, horny rather than just sounding like it. Even the brilliant comedian Ricky Gervais, who started out in a British synth pop band, is still rather a one note actor, never branching out much from his safe zone. When they fulfill our expectations, no matter how limited, we are quite happy to praise them for their talent.
Maybe that’s why I love Flight of the Conchords so much. With their flat New Zealand accents and their dead pan style and delivery, they seem to get this idea that they are not actors, just playing them on TV. They let us in on the joke. They really only come alive when they perform the musical numbers, when the “acting” disappears and they can do what they do best.
If only L&O had allowed Ice-T to rap.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Mental Ramblings on a Cold Winter's Night

Arrrrrgh.
I keep pounding away at the keyboard, trying to write. The words fit together, the thoughts seem to work. And yet. And yet. And yet.
I keep trying to find a witty way to say it, or a deep profound statement. But none of it is really working. So maybe just being blunt is the best way.
I am lonely.
Well there, that was pretty straightforward wasn’t it? No beating around the bush.
Ok, am I truly alone in the world? No, obviously not. I have friends. I have family. I have people that I care about and that care about me.
But still.
I can’t really complain. I know why I am lonely right now, and it is a conscious choice. And I am not sad about it, at least not depressed. I am trying to find my happiness in being alone, reaching out for ways to give the days some meaning, some sense of purpose. I reach out to my friends. Well sometimes.
Ok not very often.
I admit it. I don’t open up the way I should. Not in the way that people open up to me. It’s not like I don’t try. I do. But when I feel down or troubled, I tend to turn inwards, and can be very stubborn when it comes to opening back up, letting people in.
That’s kind of one of the reasons I started this, to find an easier way for me to open up, to get out what is inside me so it doesn’t just sit in my gut growing stagnant and black and hard.
You know what’s weird is that each time I hit that button to post something, I get this weird insecure feeling. I wonder what will people say or think, will they like it or just look at me funny. But still I hit the button. For myself more than anything. Just to prove to myself that I can.
None of which really has anything to do with being lonely. Or maybe it does. How can I expect to stop being lonely when I find it so hard to just open up?
I guess the thought of going home tonight to the empty apartment when it is freezing cold outside and curling up under the blanket by myself just sounds so unappealing. And yet it is what I will do. Because that’s what living is, sometimes: making it through the days and nights until we get the opportunity to change things and seizing it.
So maybe I am not lonely. Maybe I am just biding my time.
Maybe I think too much.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Going To The Dark Side

When I was a bookseller, and a customer would come in asking me just for a great thriller, I would always hit them with A Simple Plan, by Scott Smith.

For those who haven’t read it or seen the movie, the book follows three ordinary men out in the woods who stumble upon a place crash with no survivors and a bag full of money. Two of the men are broke and need the money desperately, and manage to convince the third to keep the cash. Thus begins a very Treasure of the Sierra Madre type thriller as the trio turn against each other just as the law seems to be inching closer to them.

What I truly loved about the book is the almost instantaneous change within the main character, Hank Mitchell. At the start he is a shop owner expecting his first child with his wife. But almost immediately after finding the money, which he is reluctant to keep at the beginning, he kills to protect himself and the money. As the novel goes on, Hank slowly gives in to darker and more cold blooded impulses, but whether it is to stay out of prison or if it is to keep the money is open for interpretation.

Ultimately the book becomes about a man embracing the darkness that lies within, but once he does, it begins to take over and ultimately he is left with less than he started with. It’s a story that has stuck with me over the years.

Now, the reason I bring this up isn’t to just recommend a great book, but because I was struck by the similarities when I watched the first season of Breaking Bad a few weeks ago.

At first glance, Breaking Bad seems to be the latest in the trend of cable shows about darker lead characters like The Shield, Dexter, and The Sopranos. But Breaking Bad flips the script in many ways, because rather than discovering these antiheroes (and I use that term loosely) fully formed, here we watch just how a normal person can quickly be seduced by the dark side of the soul.

Walter White (yeah it’s not a subtle name) is a high school chemistry teacher working two jobs to support his pregnant wife and handicapped son. When he is diagnosed with lung cancer and given two years to live, he becomes obsessed about providing for his family after he is gone. To this end, he decides to make and sell crystal meth.

As the series progresses (and as of this writing, I have only seen the first season, not the second), Walter’s decision leads him down the moral slippery slope. By the end of the first episode, he has already killed one person in a blind survival instinct panic. But soon he commits a more calculated murder. By the end of the season, he is threatening drug dealers and building a criminal empire.

Of course some of these crimes are committed under the pretense of providing for his family, but as it progresses, we see that Walter is beginning to enjoy the criminal life. In one episode, he begins to feel up his wife during a parent teacher meeting, leading to them rushing out to have sex in the back of their car. When his wife asked why it was so amazing, he simply replies “Because it was illegal.”

That’s the beauty of this show; we can so easily identify with Walter. Who hasn’t felt that thrill of breaking a rule and getting away with it, that tingle when we do something we know we shouldn’t? It’s played out on a much more dramatic scale here, but as opposed to shows like The Sopranos or The Shield, where we are more consciously aware of the differences between us and them, here we feel a little closer to this teacher turned dealer, because he is an everyman. He is just like us, struggling to do what he feels he has to for his family. It’s uncomfortable and yet familiar.

Ultimately all of us have that dark side within us. Most of us choose to keep it in check, to try and be good people. But even good people will get that devil on our shoulder from time to time. No one is perfect. Who hasn’t thought from time to time about just how far you would go?

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Music For The Memories






A few months back, when lists were running rampant on Facebook, one such list was naming your top 25 albums. Rather then putting just albums that I loved, I listed some albums that meant something to me.
It was a good list and I have decided to fine tune it, clean it up, and repost it here. But rather then the full 25, I will just list 10.

1) The Replacements - Don't Tell a Soul – This was the first Replacements album I ever owned. It's not even their best, but it started my love affair with them. Now I own every single album, and even a bootleg or two. But this one will always be my first. Plus, I lost my virginity listening to it.

2) PJ Harvey - Dry – After my freshman year in college, I spent my summer at home working, saving money, and dating a girl. Her name was Jolene. Hey, it was the South. The night before I had to return to school, she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t forget her. She told me to bring whatever tape I had in the car into her room. While it was playing, she made sure I would NEVER be able to listen to the album and not think of her. It worked.

3) The Smiths - Meat is Murder – Before the list turns into albums I had sexual experiences to, let’s talk about this one. In 9th grade, I sat next to this guy in biology class, some skater kid who I became friends with. I can’t even remember his name anymore. He lent me this tape and it was my first introduction into alternative music. And I never went back.

4) The Jody Grind - One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure - I just fell in love with this band in high school. They didn’t sound like anything else I had ever heard. What was nice about it was it became a sort of secret between my sister and me, because she fell in love with them too. We even went to a couple of shows together. It was probably the closest she and I have ever been.

5) The Jesus Lizard - Goat. My friends Steven and Jeff and I drove around our senior year, listening to this tape over and over, trying to decipher the words to Then Comes Dudley. When I got to interview the lead singer years later, he finally told me what they were. Kind of disappointed when I knew the truth, but I wouldn’t have traded that time for anything.

6) Operation Ivy - Operation Ivy - College. Miles and I singing along to this in the car. Making fun of the lyrics. But bouncing around like a couple of hopped 5 year olds. I still love playing this in bars at happy hour before the bartender shuts down the juke box.

7) U2 - The Joshua Tree – This album just shows me how much I have changed. When I first bought it, I constantly replayed it, falling asleep to it at night. Now, I don’t even own it anymore. Go figure.

8) Elvis Costello - This Years Model – When I was working receiving in a bookstore in Manhattan, just after moving here, I would play this every day. I wasn’t trying to torture them; I just didn’t have a lot of my music up here yet. I remember people just getting sick of it, but for some reason I never did.

9) The Thermals - The Body, The Blood, The Machine - I saw a review of this album in some best of the year round-up and figured I would just buy it and try it. Since then, I have purchased every album, listened to them about a billion times, and seen the band 3 times. I think I can actually sing along to more of their songs then any other band I know. I just love that at my age I can still discover a new band and just fall in love all over again.

10) Tom Waits - Frank's Wild Years – Sophomore year, my friend Elizabeth took pity on me for never listening to Tom Waits before, and let me borrow this album. It was my first Wait experience and I will always sing Innocent When You Dream when I get a little drunk at home. Thanks Elizabeth. Seriously. I mean it.

Bonus - The Ramones - The Ramones - cause it's just the best album ever.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Working out some thoughts about books


I have a bit of a quandary. I love books.
No, that isn’t the problem.
I am just stuck a little on how to talk about them on this blog.
Because I love to read, I love books, all kinds of books, and I want to share that love here. My mom loves to tell me that I learned to read at about 3 years old. Apparently at bedtime, she would try to read me a story and I would grab the book out of her hands because I want to read it myself. Which perfectly showcases both my love of books at an early age and my own independent streak.
But it truly was the start of a passion of mine. I tend to read anything and will be willing to try most every kind of book. Mysteries, fantasies, chick lit, romances, graphic novels, biographies, histories, current events, science, the list goes on and on.
My apartment is filled with books. I have two bookcases full and stacks littered throughout the place. Stacks that I haven’t even read yet. Sometimes it feels there is just too much to read.
The problem stems from my job, which is a sales rep for a major publisher. I won’t say which one; the people that I am close too know which one. But that makes it a little harder to always talk openly. I guess I don’t want to be thought of as a shill for my company, but I also don’t feel totally comfortable trashing a book we publish. And if I don’t feel comfortable doing that, then it’s hardly fair for me to trash a book from another publisher.
This kind of leaves me with only discussing books I really enjoy. Not that that is a bad thing. I like spreading the words about a great book. But it does leave me feeling a bit like a cheerleader.
Not even sure why I am worrying about this now. I have so much to read for work this week; it’s kind of hard to think about reading for pleasure. But I will be getting back to that soon enough and I am really looking forward to talking about what I am reading. Plus I keep staring at my shelves and thinking about diving in between the covers.
Sigh.
Well I guess I will have to pick up my pom poms and be a book cheerleader then. Worse things to be in this world.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

It Ain't All About The Spandex

Last night, I had a lengthy chat with my friend over at Geekbritannia about the best comic book movies. We do that sort of thing.
She's a geek. I'm a dork. It's not THAT surprising.
In the course of our chat, we felt the need to look at some lists online, trying to refresh our memories about which films we were forgetting. Looking at the list, I was reminded by a few films I always forget are comic book movies. Mostly because I get caught up in the idea that these movies are always men in spandex with superpowers or high tech gadgets. You would think after so many years of reading comics, I would remember that there is so much out there that isn't just super heroes, that there are works of surprising depths.
Take these five:

A History of Violence - John Wagner and Vince Locke's noirish graphic novel becomes a much deeper and, in many ways, darker film in the hands of David Cronenberg. Tom, a small town diner owner kills two psychopaths as they terrorize customers. The resulting media frenzy brings mobsters to town, convinced that that Tom is actually a small time street thug who disappeared years ago and intend to get their revenge on him. What sounds like a simple thriller turns into a darker rumination on identity, family, and secrets. Images from this film still stick with me years after having seen it.

Ghost World - I loved Daniel Clowe's original series of short stories following the coming of age of Enid and Rebecca, two LA girls, who both want to find their place in a very strange world. Directed by Terry Zwigoff, who wrote the screenplay with Clowes, the material comes to life with great performances by Thora Birch and Scarlett Johansson (what happened to you Scarlet), as well as everyschlub Steve Buscemi. Plus how can you not love that soundtrack?

Crumb - OK, not an official comic book movie, but Zwigoff's in depth documentary about controversial, troubled, and brilliant comic artist Robert Crumb still gets a mention. I love how this film slowly pulls back the layers to Crumb's life, how he grew up, how he discovered art, his portrayal of women in his comics. Unlike most documentaries where things get spelled out for the viewer, so much of the power of this film is in what isn't said, and in how much we see or don't see ourselves in Crumb.

Men in Black - Yeah, I ALWAYS forget this one too. Originally a small independent comic that few people had ever heard of, who now doesn't think of Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith when they hear the title. I am not a huge fan of blockbuster summer movies, but I always have had a soft spot for this one because of its black humor, the great dynamic between Smith and Jones, and an oddball Coen Brothers sensibility.

Oldboy - I remember seeing this Korean film in a small London art house theater and literally gripping the seat with breathless excitement. I don't think I even knew this was an adaptation of a popular manga until I heard Will Smith wanted to do an American remake (it's not happening, whew). Chan-wook Park's tale of a man imprisoned for 15 years who is released and given only 5 days to find his captors, is a visual and emotional stunner, taking the typical revenge tale and turning it on its head. I will never forget a fight scene where the hero of the story takes on 20 or so men in a long hallway, the camera following along in a single tracking shot, stripping away stylized movie violence and letting us see, hear, feel every brutal blow.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Blog Called Because of Rain

Feeling a little lethargic tonight. It's been a long day and I just haven't been able to find a topic that I could get some energy behind. Music I like, comic book movies, some books I am excited about. All good topics and yet I just can't get myself energized about any of them.
I blame the weather frankly. It's cold and wet here in NYC. Snow is falling yet it's the wet sloppy kind, so I doubt I will wake up to a winter wonderland tomorrow. It’s the kind of weather that can suck the energy out of the day.
So I think I will just call it a night on this entry. But tomorrow I am going to come back strong. You have been warned.

Friday, December 4, 2009

New York needs Growing Pains

When I tell people that I grew up in Atlanta, the first thing people ask me is where is my accent? So I explain to them that I was born in Minnesota and moved there at a certain age, so I never got one. And that's true, but I never talk about that I made a conscious effort to never get one.
I had good reason. Most people hear a southern accent and there is a certain presumption made about who you are. A few extra vowel sounds and people assume that I might be a bit less intelligent, or slow, or bigoted. People seem to have two ideas about the South, that it's either like Gone with the Wind or it's like Deliverance. Not two of the most flattering portraits. And I never wanted people to think I was some kind of southern good old boy or that I wanted Ned Beatty to squeal for me.
The worst part is that so many of the people I grew up with did have that narrow minded bigoted attitude. I remember friends and people I hung out with held those racist attitudes. I remember guys using the n-word whenever one of "them" wasn't around. I remember that the worst thing you could be was a "fag." And even then I knew I thought differently then they did, that I wanted to distance myself from them. I knew I wanted to get far far away from them.
I wasn't always like that. I remember using the word, I remember being afraid of the idea. Of thinking that being gay was icky and something that was rotten or bad. Maybe even sinful, although I was never a religious person. But maybe around 15 or 16 I began to question my viewpoints. I began to open my mind to the fact that someone who was gay was no different than someone straight. That if a man loved another man, what business was it of mine? That love was love, in whatever form someone felt it. I stopped fearing them and just began accepting them. Wow that sounds patronizing. I guess it would be better to say that I just grew up.
Years later, I moved to New York and found a place that I finally felt comfortable in. A place that truly felt like home. I have always believed that New Yorkers aren't made, they are born. They just don't have to be born in New York. Here was a place where all types, all people were accepted. Where anyone could find a home.
All of this is just a way of getting to a point of saying that it was so disheartening to hear that New York State voted down a gay marriage bill. Was I surprised? Not really, I gave up believing that New York was a truly liberal stronghold about the time Giuliani got re-elected. Plus having travelled all over upstate New York, I have found it is no less rural and conservative as so many places in the South.
But I had a hope that maybe we would be the next state to pass one. Freaking Iowa has gay marriage, was it so much to hope for? And in a week where the media was obsessed with the crumbling marriage of superstar golfer? Yes, marriage is truly a sacred institution. Sigh
The politics surrounding the vote have been discussed and dissected in much better places than here. But none of that is really the point of this. I guess ultimately I am just sad that there are still so many people in this world who would deny a group of people a basic right. That they would live in fear or in judgment.
I guess I am just sad that some people just won't grow up.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

20 Years With the Yellow Family. Oh That Doesn't Sound Good.


Today I have spent a lot of time talking or thinking about The Simpsons.
Surprisingly, that is not as out of character for me as you might think.
I remember watching that first Christmas special so many years ago now. I was probably 14 or 15 at the time and I just remember laughing so hard, wanting to show my sister and my friends this bizarre, hilarious, “adult” cartoon. It was just so different, this family that seemed so dysfunctional and yet so like my own. With the exception of the frequent strangulations.
But when the series started, I wasn’t hooked right away. I was only an infrequent viewer. It wasn’t until college that I really became hooked and it became a regular Sunday night ritual watching. I watched Bart fall for the evil daughter of Rev. Lovejoy. I watched Lisa deal with the death of her beloved mentor Bleeding Gums Murphy. I watched Homer get fat (well fatter) just so he wouldn’t have to go to work. I watched Marge go on the lam with her new best friend because sticking together is what good friends (and waffles) do.
There was even a year where we had no TV in our house so we would trudge up the hill to visit with friends and watch the show every Sunday. We would all laugh and repeat lines. Good times.
Over the years, the Sunday routine hasn’t changed. I still plop down on the couch every Sunday and tune in. Strange how over 20 years, watching The Simpsons has been one of the few constants in an ever changing life.
Of course, people say the show just isn’t as funny as it was way back then. Maybe they are right, but I prefer to think they just have selective nostalgia. I remember even way back around season 8 that it wasn’t as funny as it was just a year or so earlier. But now I can watch those shows on reruns over and over and never stop laughing. The beauty of The Simpsons has always been in the jokes you miss the first time around, but on the second or third you find yourself repeating them over and over. So who knows how the last few years will look down the road?
There were years of my life when I could just recite lines and quotes from the show at the drop of the hat. It was never intentional, they just stuck there. For the life of me, I can’t remember state capitols, but for a long time I could whip out an “Excuse me, did something crawl down your throat and die? It didn’t die!” or “It’s just a little kick in the bum.” At one point I am pretty sure I could do the whole See My Vest song.
But those quotes have faded from my brain and my love for The Simpsons has turned into more of a long relationship. The passion has faded but the caring, the connection still remains. So I will keep watching as long as they keep making them. And every once in a while, I will still whip out the one line that has always stuck with me.
“I am evil Homer. I am evil Homer. I am evil Homer. I am evil Homer.”

And away we go......

Why am I starting a blog?

I know it’s the question on your lips, I can see you just dying to know.

Is it a plea for attention? Do I feel I have things inside me, deep, philosophical ideas that I need to share with the world? Do I just want to add one more blog in an already cluttered internet full of people sharing their views on everything from politics to the arts to strange sex practices performed only in the darkened clubs in Tijuana?

Sure. All of the above. Why not?

The truth is, as I get older and crankier, I feel that I have so much running around in my head half the time that it’s better to just get it out on paper, out in the open. Thoughts about life. Books. Films. Comics. Music. Living in NYC. Politics. Food. Beer. Relationships. Strange sex pract----all sorts of thoughts. And in the end, I guess I just want to put them down on paper. But that’s the easy part.

Letting them out for the world to see is the hard part. I have never been comfortable putting myself out front or on stage. In fact, I made all my friends watch me at a karaoke bar one birthday just so I could challenge myself with getting up there. Most people who think of me as a smartass, as outgoing, someone who is willing to speak his mind, would be surprised how introverted and shy I really feel about myself. As I get older, I find that is a trait I want to change.

So I guess this is a start in that direction.

We shall see how it goes.

I don’t know how regularly I will update this thing. I might get bored. I might get addicted. I might get sleepy. But I am willing to see how long I can keep this little growth experiment going. And I hope you will be gentle with me on the ride.

Except you. You know who you are.