Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it won't be there no more
Any major dude will tell you
Any major dude will tell you
Any Major Dude Will Tell You / Steely Dan
Happy Thanksgiving y'all.
I have much to be thankful for this year.
Have a great and wonderful day,
Joe
"Fact of the matter is, there is no hip world, there is no straight world. There's a world, you see, which has people in it who believe in a variety of different things. Everybody believes in something and everybody, by virtue of the fact that they believe in something, use that something to support their own existence."
and
"The creation and destruction of harmonic and 'statistical' tensions is essential to the maintenance of compositional drama. Any composition (or improvisation) which remains consonant and 'regular' throughout is, for me, equivalent to watching a movie with only 'good guys' in it, or eating cottage cheese."
Exchange of the day...
*Me: (reading net news)* Christina Aguilera's getting married this weekend.
*Leah:* Oh, it's too late for you.
*Me:* That's pretty funny Leah.
*Leah:* Thanks.
New transcription: Bagdad Cafe:
Rage against coffee machines, go ahead
I'll take that sweet black tea
And honey breadCause you know,
Sadness is so ****ing common
It's not worth a song
So let's sing of happy happy happy things
Happy things the whole night long
See the video at stewfilm.com.
Still eagerly anticipating a recording of Black Men Ski, which I have heard maybe three times now -- the first time way back in 2004 at a show Leah and I attended in L.A. which we came to via Amtrak.
One line I remember from the song is:
"Black men order sushi with a stern Yakuza's flair"
Latest email blast from Stew and Heidi:
hi,
tune in tonight and hear "gary come home" the most sensitive song Stew has ever written about a missing snail.SpongeBob's most beloved mollusk has disappeared!
"SpongeBob SquarePants: Where's Gary?" premiering 11/11 @ 8 PM/7c! on NICK
(we think that's 5pm PACIFIC TIME but make sure)./the partnership
(previously mentioned in July)
Tonight, Leah, Alison and I went to see the movie New York Doll in Pasadena.
This was an absolutely moving film for me, I started crying about half-way through, and pretty much did not stop crying till the end. Leah tells me that it's pretty much how I am when I go to (Catholic) Church. So the film was some form of religious exultation and spiritual meditation for me.
The film is about a member of the New York Dolls, Arthur "Killer" Kane, who was a drinker, went to hell and back, and in 1989 converted to Mormonism after calling for a Book of Mormon from an ad in TV Guide.
Fifteen years later Morrissey is part of many forces allied to produce a Dolls reunion. The reunion comes off, it kicks butt. Arthur returns home to L.A., returns to his work in the Geneology Library near the Los Angeles Mormon temple, and is dead less than a month later. His life's obsession was complete, the reunion he had dreaded and pined for for decades came true, and he died soon after.
Today I worked to improve the Arthur Kane wikipedia page, because it needed some work. It still needs work, but at least it includes links to the movie site and the IMDB page for the film.
If you get a chance to see this film, see it.
I can't guarantee that you will have an experience like mine though. The film tickles many of my buttons. Redemption, obsession, music, fandom, punk rock, Morrissey, Mormonism, hating Jethro Tull, rock history, music trivia, anonymous support groups, religious conversion and the importance of family, the transient nature of life, hopes, and dreams.
I laughed, I cried.
What else do you want from a movie?