The SOUTHEAST IS ON FIRE… with rock, that is. Join the vote!
Originally posted on American Bands-Who are the best?:
The Southeast was probably the hardest of the regions to work with. To be frank, it’s a weak place for rock bands. Country? Funk? Soul? R&B? All are more common in the Southeast.
So I probably bent the rules here a little bit. I take full responsibility for it! Which means this Play In is probably the most important of all. Choose wisely.
Some friends are starting a new music blog/ battle of the ages. ENJOY!
Originally posted on American Bands-Who are the best?:
This is the first post of many to this blog.
A couple of months ago, Seth and I (Seth being Seth Morgan of Seth Morgan Music, and I being Matthew Resnick of Thor Web Radio, check us both out), were talking about the Sonics. We were on our way back from Williamburg and having seen the Sonics. I intimated that I thought that The Sonics might be the best American rock band that had ever been. They surely had been great that night.
Just realized that what separates the George Pal ‘WotW’ from most others.. including ID4 is, as you said, civilization is shaken, but does not crumble. Even in Wells original, things get bad, we are bombed all but back to the Stone Age. But in Pal’s, there’s the sense that we got nuked, but we’ll be fine.
Remember, this when in case of nuke, duck and cover.
As for ID4, I just realized they took the Pal step of counter attack to fruition.
Where as Wells was warning of dangers of colonialism, and Pal made a Rapture allegory,ID4 made the real American war movie.
Originally posted on Dreams of the Shining Horizon:
Watched The War of the Worlds with my girlfriend this past weekend. Not the 2005 Tom Cruise vehicle (nor either of the other two versions that came out that same year to ride its coattails – I know, I hadn’t heard of them either), but the 1953 George Pal classic. And why shouldn’t I? It is, after all, a classic. One of the earliest and best alien invasion movies of a decade stuffed with them, it is a landmark of American science fiction. Its influence has been enormous: there have been sequels, remakes (my favorite is the version from 1996 – you know, the one they called Independence Day), a TV series and endless imitators. In terms of Nerd History, it is the American Revolutionary War.
So how do I feel about it? Well, I’m reminded of something my father once told me about the Beatles: “They were a legend. An era in music unto themselves. And I didn’t like ‘em.” (Dad is a Rolling Stones fan.)
o Day 1 of Offbalance care is underway.
We had a very sane plan where her folks would sit with her during the surgery, while I would stay home starting today, and take some days off to hang and play nursemaid.
Of course, as soon as I talked to her mom who was at the hospital, I felt immediately guilty and wanted nothing to more switch directions, and tell retail to fuck off one more day.
The thing is, I may be lovey dovey on a regular basis.. I don’t think I fail in that aspect. But everyonce in a while, the deep programming loveydovey stuff sneaks up on me. The “J_BKL DEFEND HIS WOMAN. SMASH BAD MEDICAL PROVIDERS!”
So.. yeah. Spending a chunk of the day not being in the same building as where my gal was being made better, faster, stronger was a hell of lot harder than I prepared for.
So now the nursemaid process begins. Which is easy because a certain young lady hates being taken care for. And, when I’m not puttering or playing Skyrim, we’ll be dissecting pop media together like scholars on the matter.
Although, that can be dangerous. “Waiting to Exhale” is on.. and I think I had about 3 pillows and 2 large sofa cushions thrown at me for the snark I can barely contain.
Back to the rest, relaxation, and enabling my gal’s recuperation. DUSTING… HOOOOOOOOOO!!!
So it was a glorious start to 2012. Survived another day of retail, joined friends for a party that was just right… just enough overeating, just enough overdrinking, just enough singing along to someone who could sing better and actually play a guitar.. just enough happiness for other people while people were happy for me and mine.
Yeah. That’s glorious. Maybe not to set the bards singing.. but that’s what Skyrim is for.
Yes, I gots. Yes, you wants. Yes, you will need to manage your habit or you will be merged with your chair, your controller shrieking its need for a recharge, while you desperately try to find one more shrine that won’t appear on the god damned map.
There are many things that need to happen in 2012. And while I repeatedly disavow New Year’s Resolutions, I have a couple of loose goals/
1) Sleep. Despite not having gotten enough sleep since 1984, I’m going to try to get some more. I’m told actually being rested will have benefits. Like, immediately.
No, I’m not afraid my hallucinatory friends will go away if I get enough sleep. I have to much faith in them.
2) Financial Awareness. I can’t promise restraint, but I will be much more aware of what money I don’t really have is being toward what I really don’t need.
So I eventually have more money that I actually have, going towards a better variety of need, don’t need, or I look damn good in.
3) Write something. More often Maybe even a long something.
No, I promise you no Brony rants, Though I do want Rainbow Dash as my warpony.
Because that would be cool.
4) No promises to flee America if we are stupid enough to let the Republicans get more power.
Because I don’t want them to be able to find me if I do need to
Now, 2012… GIVE ME SOME SUGAR YOU NEW YEAR YOU!
So Vermont has been an important part of my families life and mine.
My Dad and his sister went to University of Vermont. It was one of the best times of his life. The way the school reached out and embraced him as his classes’ 50th reunion came about was equally gratifying.
As a little kid, I remember fondly vacationing there a couple of times, going up for my dad’s 25th or 30th reunion. Vermie, the stuffed mouse I got from the Vermont book store was a star of my menagerie for years.
My sister went to Middlebury, and it was there on one visit that wee James became known as “Who’s the little dude puking off house porch?” and first had Olympia Beer. (Motto: “It’s the Water.” More like “It Is Water.) It was also in these visits I had my first aware glimpse of a winter Vermont sky. I saw more stars in one night than I’d had seen in all my life up to that point.
I think my first glimpse of the Milky Way was there.
Plus, I’m pretty sure I saw an early Phish tape or two laying around people’s dorm rooms.
For me, my time in Vermont was in the winter of ’93. I got a role in the Whetstone Theater’s Christmas Carol, playing young Scrooge and Bob Cratchit. The company was an amazing mix of characters.. Green mountain natives and transplanted New Yorkers, and me showing up after my Mon saw an add in a Amherst news paper.
The town itself.. was brilliant. I’ll admit to forgetting a lot of names.. I man, we’re going on 20 years since I was there. But the Latchis Theater featured mainstream movies and an amazing women’s film festival ( I saw “Wayne’s World 2,” “Adams Family Values” and “Ruby in Paradise” in this same theater. “Ruby…” was better than the other two, by the way.)
The cast was great. I crashed in a house with one of the staffers for a couple of months, and was really welcomed. And tolerated at points. Hey… new actors can suck some in rehearsals before things come together.
I left, lost touch. Heard some people in the company passed.
And then the Hurricane.
Folks, we are all broke beyond human belief and all have causes to help, towns in need. Fellow Empire staters need help as well.
But on behalf of old friends and old memories in Vermont, and some newer ones, I’m asking folks to consider giving some to the Green Mountain State.
Here’s a link to a great web page- http://7d.blogs.com/blurt/2011/08/after-irene-how-you-can-help-vermont.html
Cut, paste, and give a little.
So it’s July 4th. I’ve just had a day of customer service work, and just found out I have the 5th off.
On the subway back, well, good music, and training new TuneTroopers in Song Summoner. ( What is Song Summoners? Think Final Fantasy+Pokemon+Click Wheel iPods in a guilt free threeway, with lighting and costuming from 1983-1985. YEAH, a game THAT GOOD!!!)
So finally, I get to the roof top party. And it was great. Due thanks to the hosts for one of many fantastic bashes.
But, after a day of helping people find their consumeables, dealing with staff members who resent me doing my job right (getting them to do their job right), and the vagaries of my schedule, I found my mind in, well…
You know how the American Anthem is about Fort McHenry coming under English Naval Bombardment, right?
So I’m talking with this one dude, a good dude, as fire works start popping up.
“Yeah, those Jersey fireworks are whimpy.”
Two strikes at once. One, mocking Jersey unfairly. Hit the Garden State where it’s weeds are, but not where the sweet Jersey corn is. Two,dude, open your eyes, dude.
“Uh, that’s not Jersey. Look, you see the Statue of Liberty? The blasts are bigger than it, the black puffs of gun powder are in front of it. And look.. they are framed by the lights of a baseball park which is clearly by the highway, on our side of the East River. That’s not Jersey. That’s some local fireworks here in Brooklyn.”
And then, some fireworks popped off behind the Statue of Liberty. Like, in Liberty State Park.
“Now, look… see… size, relative distance. THOSE are Jersey.”
The dude, the good dude, nodded. A little startled. Either by my skill or by my being strange. Bit of both, I assure you.
And in fairness through to the attendees, much love was given to Jersey Fireworks when the Manhattan skyline blocked off a good portion of the Macy’s fireworks.
It was at this time, that two roof top parties, much drunker and less concerned with human life than ours, did a combination of roof-to-roof volleys, and vicious in fighting. It was cool to wash, especially when it looked like one of them may have set a church on fire… which didn’t happen. Burning churches bad, but seeing some drunken hipster being dragged away for poor marksmenship?
Anyhow, the dude, the good dude, mentioned if they started firing on us, we’d be screwed.
“Well, we don’t have any fireworks, and they do have slightly higher ground on us. But look… look at the roof.” The roof top was flat, then gently slopped up to what would make passable battlements.
“We have those slopes, which offer us protection, and a natural aid in directing fire towards them. I mean, yeah, they land something right in the middle of us, it would be bad, but we could totally take them in direct fire.”
Again, the sense of awkwardness. I smiled, drank more, and wandered off to different conversation in the company of a lovely young woman some of you may know.
I came to an important conclusion.
Should the world devolve into armed chaos, and we had to rely on each other a force of arms to survive, my 4th of July party goers would be genial companions. I know our barbecue chef of the day would be great in our party, able to grill any meat into something delicious. Our hosts would be great to have in our horde for their organizational skills, among other things.
But I would want no one, absolutely no one in a five block radius in the role of foreward artillery observer.
There would be no fire for effect.