Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's been a while. It's not really as if I've been doing anything "important," but I have been consuming a ton of music, movies and books. Now you have to suffer through my opinions.
First, I saw the Deathray Davies two(?) weeks ago. There were maybe 30 people in the club, but they still brought the rock. The best part had to be when John Dufilho jumped into the audience and pushed the crowd closer to the stage. It was such a fabulously ballsy move. I am such a geek for bands from Texas.
Mike and I rented the first season of the Canadian TV series The Newsroom
last weekend. It's from 1996-7, and it's what The Office
would be if it took place in a, ahem, newsroom. Mike noted that it reminded him of the short-lived Al Franken show Lateline
(which had a brilliant episode in which the anchor mistakenly reports Buddy Hackett's death, complete with singalong from The Music Man.
) The Newsroom
was clever, complete with great running jokes about muffins and BMWs, and a bizarre 3-part Fellini-inspired season finale. Apparently CBC ran a new season of the show this year; I can't wait to get my hands on it.
Mike, Jason, Josh R. and I went to see the Thermals and the Hold Steady on Tuesday at the Khyber. The show rocked, and now I need to get both bands' albums. I haven't been to a show strictly on recommendations of friends in a long time, and it was refreshing to be rocked by surprise.
I finished reading A Simple Twist of Fate: Bob Dylan and the Making of Blood on the Tracks
, and it was ultimately disappointing. While it is incredibly interesting that Dylan scrapped most of the New York sessions and used an anonymous band of Minneapolis session men who remain uncredited to this day, I don't want to read 200 pages of them complaining about their lack of recognition. It also features way too much hyperbolic "little did they know, they were making history" language that ultimately makes the reader roll his or her eyes. Also, I'm pissed that the author dogs "Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts." It's my favorite Dylan song, ridiculous as that may sound.
And finally, what the fuck is up with those dumbass KFC oven roasted chicken ads? I hate the girl with trucker hat that says "Oven Roasted in '04." Who is going to wear that? And that fucking "I'm a drive-thru diva" jingle plays in my head for the rest of the day when I hear it. Damn catchy jingles...