Trying a new template for the ol' blog. Should be a little easier on the eyes, hope you like it. Now here's a few thoughts floating around my noggin. In list form.
1. Been watching the World Cup, and following Team USA. It's been a heckuva ride the last few games. Today's was super important as it was do or die time-either we go through to the first round of finals or go home. After yet another disallowed goal early in the game, it appeared as though we may go home as our main competitor, England, was leading in their match 1-0. If they won and we lost we'd go bye-bye. So the pressure and play continued with many goal attempts slipping through our hands...er, feet. So, in the four minutes of additional play, the winning goal was scored in a moment of pure joy for the US and their supporters. One of the best games I've seen for a long time and a good argument for soccer in a country that has never really embraced it.
Also, it was more exciting than the past 3 Rams seasons combined, so yay.
2. I've been listening to a lot of Rockabilly music the last few days. I mean, like an inordinate amount. Enough to wonder what I'd look like with a pompadour. The answer, of course, is like crap. Besides probably not having the hair for it, I'm not getting rid of the beard. And beards don't mix with pomps. Occasionally you'll see it, but it's never good. Yeesh.
Still, lots of good music though. Rockabilly, for those who might not know the term, is a distinctly American art form, created in the American South in the mid-late 50's. It's a blend of rock and roll, country, blues, hillbilly and R&B music by a bunch of troublemaker white youth with lots of time on their hands and little money in their pocket. Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Roy Orbison and Johnny Cash all played rockabilly in their early careers. Other names you may know are Gene Vincent, Wanda Jackson (she rules!) and Eddie Cochran. The tradition survives with artists like Brian Setzer and the Stray Cats, The Reverend Horton Heat, and to a lesser extent Social Distortion. There is also the "Psychobilly" movement featuring bands like The Cramps, Tiger Army, Horrorprops and Sick City Daggers which combines the music form with punk rock and Gothic, horror movie lyrics, often graphic ones at that. I'm not 100% sure where this offshoot came from or why, but it can be fun if you're in the right mood.
I've come to like Rockabilly a lot in the last 5 years or so. and always thought we should throw in a little bit of that flavor into Blue Tattoo. With the previous line up it would've been hard, but it would have fit in with my original ideas for the band quite well.
3.Speaking of Blue Tattoo, my brother and I are just beginning to try and figure out what the next step will be. Obviously I've had some settling in to do with the twins, but it's about time we addressed the issue. Not sure if we'll reform the band with new guys and the same name or if we'll just do a Brink Brothers project or what. Anyway, I hope we'll start something here over the summer, so stay tuned.
4. I forgot how much I like cherries. Had some the other day-delicious.
5. June is "Grindhouse" month on IFC cable. No, they're not showing the Tarantino/Rodriguez film from a few years ago all month long (most people completely misunderstood that by the way, which is too bad 'cause it was awesome). What it means is they're showing lots of low budget movies from the late 60s-early 80s, also known as exploitation films. Most of them were made on a shoestring budget by the same pool of directors and talent(?), they made several a year in almost assembly line fashion for the drive ins and seedy small movie houses. In other words, they would grind them out, hence the name.
Most of these films tended to be horror, though there were a lot of motorcycle gang pictures, car chase films, drug based movies and sexual driven movies as well. Sometimes, it was all of these in one. They were trashy, silly, funny, scary, disgusting, often torturous to sit through...and I love them. Some of the most incredible things ever put on film were in these pictures. It's not stuff you'd necessarily discuss in front of your grandma, or the in-laws (hi there!), but if you're just warped enough...and I am...they can be the most fun you'll ever have at the movies.
Having said that, IFC is currently running a series of Brazilian director Jose Marines's movies. Last night's film was a horror/ sexploitaton/ drugsploitation/ pseudodocumentary in Portugese with English subtitles, and a poor translation at that. It made my brain hurt. I do not recommend these films to anyone. There's another one on tonight. At midnight. And that, friends, is why God made DV-Rs. Because I'm crazy enough to submit myself to this drivel. You shouldn't. Don't be a hero, just watch "Raymond" reruns and go to bed. Your brain will thank me.
Okay, that's it, I've rambled too long about nothing as is. Next time I'll try to have a point. But don't bet on it. See ya, hep cats! ...What?
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