Sunday, May 27, 2012
Almost Famous
So it's about 3, I've been puddering all day, and it's hotter than Atlanta asphalt, and on comes my favorite Cam Crowe movie. His best in my opinion. Though Singles is good. So think I'll take a couple hours off and watch it, siesta style, and pick back up when the sun gets a little lower.
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I'm trying to think of a movie that uses music more effectively.
"I'm a golden god!" Big gay guy from Modern Family has a small part. "It's a think piece."
Jimmy Fallon. Cat Stevens. Jason Lee's only good movie. And Francis McDormant (sp?).
"Mona Lisa And Mad Hatters": Bernie's best poem? Maybe after "Daniel"?
Phil Hoffman as Lester: "Friendship is the booze they feed ya."
To this day I still don't know whether "The Rain Song" is in A or G. And I don't want to find out from the internet. The peace that passeth understanding and all that, &c.
I met him about 4 years after that part of his life, we hung out a few times. He was still that kid. Ran into him recently, and he still is that kid. I have a couple photos to prove it this time. :)
"Be honest, and unmerciful."
My family doesn't seem to understand how difficult that can be. They also don't understand how important it is to be rigorously honest [and unmerciful]. They also don't seem to understand their collective seemingly pathological inability to be honest, not to mention rigorously honest. But they do seem to understand how to be condescending, sarcastic, hypocritical, and assholesque.
Sorry. I'm struggling lately with what to do with being related to a bunch of people whose favorite hobby would appear to be being willfully retarded. And it's the willful part that really burns my toast. As does my latest conclusion: they're not being willfully retarded. They just are.
It all depends on your voice when you are ready to sing it. If you have a capo (assuming you're playing guitar), it's pretty easy to be flexible on this "dilemma".
Allow me a philosophical crumb that fell from my mom's table more than once, "You can pick your nose, but you can't pick your relatives." Sadly. Because otherwise? Tina Fey and I are so sisters.
I'll see your Tina Fey and raise you my Uncle Dave Letterman. (Not to mention my cousin, Will Arnett.)
Oh, almost forgot. Friday, "World Cafe", Dave sits down with John Mayer for the whole hour in front of a captive audience. Now when John first kir-splatted on the scene, I thought, okay, cool voice, can work the fret board, good looking kid, fine. But then he went sour, for whatever reason, and I sort of stopped caring. Then friday he turns into The Profound Machine Of Musical Guidance, and I kept having to stop what I was doing (electrical) and just listen. Great great interview. I find him utterly authentic and even more grounded talent-wise than ever.
Damn that work business. I think they may be rerunning that tomorrow -- I really wanted to hear it. I saw him, maybe on one of those Abbey Road shows? ever seen those? Where they take musicians to the Abbey Road studio to record? It was well after he was famous, but he was being widely regarded as a douche just then. But holy cow, if he didn't completely blow me away with sheer musicality. I had to stop mentally dismissing him. I'm glad if he's got a handle on his world -- he is truly talented.
When I was a teenager my mom used to say she never lied, and her life was an open book. I wonder if it occurred to her that this was an impossible standard to set. Years later she begged my younger sister to lie to her like I had (she'd just told my mom she was bi). And it wasn't till a decade after that that I started to learn how much my mother had hidden, and lied about, and the perfectly understandable reasons why. And somewhere after that I learned how much of my image of both sides of my family was entirely fabricated. (For example, on the creole side, if a family member was dark skinned everyone attributed that to the person being "born in Mexico City" as if the prenatal climate had given them a permanent tan.) You never really get to know a person until you share a hypocrisy with them.
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