bringing down the house...

Last night's David Byrne show at Radio City Music Hall was simply an amazing piece of entertainment. If you have a chance to catch this show's tour in your part of the world, do it!

The first song I ever heard by Talking Heads was probably Once in a Lifetime, which changed my taste in music instantly. I had simply never heard anything like it. David Byrne's voice was, to me at the time, the exact opposite of what pop music should sound like. Was it Punk? New Wave? Rock? Pop? Of course, the answer is all of the above, which I soon learned after purchasing the entire past discography of the band in reverse and going forward.

As amazing as the production on their studio albums are (especially those overseen by Brian Eno), the songs of Talking Heads have always sounded best in front of an audience. Much more than the popular soundtrack to Stop Making Sense, my double record set of The Name of This Band Is Talking Heads was the prized possession of my vinyl collection until Rhino remastered it for CD a few years ago. Last night's concert consisting of songs mainly from Fear of Music and Remain in Light brought back many memories, not to mention the THREE ENCORES that brought down the house.

lomo arigato...

I got a Diana F+ Lomographic camera from my friend Akane over the holidays and I've finally gotten around to developing the first roll. I have a lot to learn, but having a blast taking my first actual film shots in more than five years!









well, he asked...

And here's the latest MAD AS HELL, NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANY MORE from the world of cable journalism...

bevare, take care...

I love that Obama used a Werewolf reference yesterday to point out the energy crisis the world faces...

"Right now, there are no silver bullets to solve all of our energy problems. We're going to have to try a whole range of things."



What's even stranger is that there's already some great werewolf/Obama conspiracy circulating on the web now. Seriously. Google it.

Personally, I'm going to go with the silver bullet mention being a metaphor for Coors Light, which we could all use right now.

creedocide...

Demetri Martin's new Comedy Central show is pretty high concept, which means it doesn't have a ghost of a chance against the comedy stylings of ratings juggernaut Larry the Cable Guy. I love this clip...

more than just cheap wine...

I love me some Trader Joes, but this fan-made commercial hits all the right notes...

fango filmstrip farewell...










As a long time reader, and current subscriber of horror-fanzine Fangoria, I was shocked to find the new March cover stripped of its usual left-hand filmstrip.

Whether a result of design resources due to the economic climate, or a need to compete for the attention of overcrowded newsstands, the Fangoria filmstrip has been a staple element of the cover since its second issue over-hyped the promise of a mutant bear movie named Prophecy.

While Obama promised me plenty of change during his election, I'm not entirely sure I can get used to this one.

last chance doppelgänger...

Now this one is uncanny, but I assure you this is NOT me in the background of this party scene from Last Chance Harvey...

fire walk with me...

Maybe I'm watching way too many reruns of Twin Peaks lately, but this video always cracks me up...

geek is the word...

It wouldn't be Comic-Con without a little restless anticipation, and today's late start-times for key panels and presentations had us all on the edge of our seats.

Starting with a surprise screening of the FIRST 18 FREAKING MINUTES of Watchmen, announced by artist Dave Gibbons himself, you could have sworn there was a slight scent of urine as hundreds of fans pissed themselves in complete rapture. Many sites and blogs have already gone into each scene in full detail, so I'll spare you the spoilers. Let's just say the just the opening credits of the film alone does more than justice to the long-awaited adaptation. Plus, you'll never hear Nat King Cole sing Unforgettable the same way again after this one.

Also a big highlight during the Warner Bros. session was a little glimpse at the upcoming Friday the 13th. Derek Mears, who plays Jason in the revamped release is a towering dude at 6' 5", but the coolest down-to-earth guy you could meet, as discovered when I randomly ran into him on the show floor. Turns out it was his first experience watching a portion of the film with an audience of this size, and it just has him completely psyched for the upcoming week of full-out promotions.

Costume of the the show by a long shot is, of course, Rorschach from Watchman, followed a close second by The Joker in every form from Cesar Romero to Heath Ledger.

Last, but not least, I must mention the absolutely thrilling FIRST 45 MINUTES of Pixar's Up, which I luckily squeezed into before they capped the audience at only 300 guests. This was the longest sneak of a film ever done for a Disney/Pixar film (this is the 10th), and after watching the film you'll understand why even the trailer showed such a long sequence. I'm finding it pretty difficult to explain what happens in the first half of this film because it involves an old man launching his home into the air by thousands of helium filled balloons, a tagalong kid looking for snipes, an oversized South American bird and a pack of dogs that can talk through an advanced voice-box dog-collar. This is Pixar at their most imaginative—the heart of Wall-E with the humor of The Incredibles. It's going to be absolutely jaw-dropping in 3-D.

CLICK HERE to see all of my photos from this year's geek-out!




down in front...

Keyboardist and founding member of forgotten 90s band Jellyfish Roger Joseph Manning Jr. has released the first single off of his solo album Catnip Dynamite.

Not only is that the best name for an album I've heard in a long time, this song Down In Front, is way dynamite and will have you up on your feet and dancing around the room like my cats at 3 in the morning.


DOWNLOAD (or just listen) HERE

as if there aren't enough problems...

Raccoons have apparently taken over the White House, and according to the Washington Post even peanut butter traps can't stop the little bastards from roaming the premises.

Isn't peanut butter not safe again? Someone call PETA!