(NOTE: the link is right now. I'm not very smart.)
(NOTE: the link is right now. I'm not very smart.)
This Brian Jonestown Massacre fan thinks me and Jen are out of line for focusing on Joel Gion. He says:
"The tamborine player whose sideburns you want to pet HASN'T BEEN IN THE FUCKING BAND FOR SIX YEARS! He toured with the band in support of Strung Out In Heaven - that was 1998."
I guess if I was a huge fan of a band and some blogger girls in NYC chose to gush about a dude who hasn't been in the band in forever and wasn't really part of the what I love about the band, I'd be a little pissed too.
But the thing is, while I loved the movie, and I plan to download some BJM music and listen to it, in this case, my fandom isn't associated with a consumer product or even an artistic project or even a cute boy (he's not my type). I'm a fan of Joel, and that's the main thing I took away from the BJM show I saw in Tallahassee, FL in 1998 and that's the main thing I took away from the movie. I think he's funny. And I like his style. And I like his glasses. And I like his ability to look more bored than I've ever seen anyone look. I think it's so exaggerated that it's comical, like a caricture of a hipster. Some people are fans of Paris Hilton, I'm a fan of Joel Gion. Dig? (sorry, I had to end it that way.)
(And by the way, we're making those t-shirts.)
I hate reviewing things, so I'll just post some of my favorite quotes from the movie (I was frantically scribbling in my notebook the whole time.)
(Anton on the music industry):
"Until they can write the letter that I write, I'm the letter writer and they're just the postman."
(Anton, fighting with band member):
"You fucking broke my sitar, motherf*cker!"
(Miranda Lee Richards on drugs)
"All those 60s bands got into drugs, but they were famous first."
You can't tell from the trailer, but the tambourine guy from The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Joel Gion, completely steals the movie. He needs to be famous. I want to make t-shirts and signs that say "Joel Gion For Famous 2004" I want to be him for Halloween. Anyway, he is now a very popular topic of discussion among my female friends who saw the movie. Dig! opens at the Sunshine on Friday and also somewhere in LA.
(Alternately, the guy could be a frat-boy date rapist who was off his game until he discovered Viagra.)
"The 10 Best Bands You've Never Heard Of:
1. The Decembrists (sic)
2. The Datsuns
3. The Streets
4. The New Pornographers
5. Les Savy Fav
6. StellaStar (sic)
7. The Shins
8. The Real Tuesday Weld
9. Ben Kweller
10. The Fiery Furnaces"
"I don't consider "man quits blog" to be breaking news. (fourth item down)
(Criticizing The Times for covering his resignation from a blog that got famous criticizing The Times. My head just exploded.)
Colrain Road. "I'm the President!" "Clear, asshole!" I got my jug. Bats. Shooting stars. Pranking Whatevs. Pranking The Fever. Girl-on-girl action. Never have I ever. Birthday cake bra. Sparklers. Massages. Ian's gun. champagne. Kitten heels. Eye makeup for everyone. Special brownies. Best Weekend Ever.
So, I went to Vermont after not leaving the city for six months, and it was awesome. Highlights included:
- Getting my first-ever massage, at a nearby spa. I was anxious at first but aside from a little giggling (my back is ticklish) it went well.
- Endless Truth or Dare.
- The effing STARS. Zillions of them. Shooting around like crazy.
- Finding a flea market, where I bought a box of a hundred of turn-of-the-century photographs for $10.
- Being "stuck" with people. The whole weekend, I kept thinking that what we experienced in VT could never happen in the city, because everyone here always has somewhere else to be and five different plans for any one night. We were stuck together so we had to make our own fun, which apparently consisted of playing games suitable to 17 year olds and prank calling rock bands and bloggers on camera. Huge thanks to everyone, especially our lovely hostess Jen Carlson for the best time I've had in I don't know how long. If you have the chance, arrange to be STUCK for a weekend with a bunch of people you don't know (and some you do). It's like a year of therapy in one weekend, for serious!
(Have a lovely weekend and come back here on Monday, where I hope to have pictures of balls on Jessica Coen's face.)
Q: "So, what do you do?"
A: "I sew orifices into stuffed animals and take pictures of their simulated sex acts."
This reminds me of this time when I was 12 or so, and I was playing Barbies with three or four friends, and one of them held up a naked Barbie and a naked Ken and put them together and loudly asked "Does it make any of you guys feel weird when you do this?" and the rest of us were totally scandalized that she said that out loud and made her stop.
"Harsh media attention surrounding cases such as the murder of Lacey Peterson and the sexual assault accusations, now dropped, against basketball's Kobe Bryant "highlighted the dark side of lots of our sexuality," he added."
(Or, you know, maybe it's because women don't want their minis flying up in hurricanes. Or they're in mourning about the war in Iraq. Or maybe it's just mostly irrelevant and arbitrary and superficial, and that's why it's called fashion. One of those.)
This is the kind of thing that I go completely NUTS over. This girl named Liz and this guy named Bill go around with a sign that says "Talk To Me," and they just wait for strangers to come up and talk to them. I first heard about them on this episode of This American Life.
Then, a couple months ago, I was leaving my office on 57th street when I saw them sitting there with their sign. I ran up and talked to them, and signed their guestbook with my email address. So just now I got an invite to their next Talk To Me party for people who have come up and talked to them. Apparently, over 700 people went to the last one! I love this. Anyways, info:
Talk To Me Party
Saturday, Oct. 2nd
this is their website.
Victoria Gotti has a reality show and these people don't?
* I've read this three times, and I still have no idea what he's talking about.
I do not wait in lines. Ever. And neither should you. What is this, the effing meatpacking district? Have some dignity. The same people who wouldn't be caught dead standing behind ropes to get into a cheesy club are doing just that just to hear some one-trick Real World soundtrack novelty band spin songs we all have on our ipods anyway. I don't know about you, but I have interesting friends for reason -so I don't have to go to things like this. Clever conversation is the new disaffected head-nodding. Pass it on.
* I just saw John McCain on the street outside my office. That's all.
* Yumm - Cewebrity inks deal with Palm Pictures for swanky dinner for ten bloggers and a screening of the hott new flick, "Dig," about the Dandy Warhols and The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Publicists, please take note of this precedent. Will blog for food (and drinks!)
* I signed
the votergasm pledge. It's pretty easy, I mean, who's not voting this year? Also, there's a Votergasm party Saturday night at Piano's upstairs from 8-10.
* The following has nothing to do with my job: If you're not watching RENO 911!, you're seriously missing out. It's almost as good as The Office! (and I actually got that tagline approved to use on the CC site.) It's one of those shows that takes a little getting into (much like The Office) but once you're hooked, you're hooked. Lots of clips here.
* Congrats to my favorite ex and his band, The Information for being selected to play a CMJ showcase next month. Details tba, but I'll be in the front row lip syncing to every song like an 18 year old emo chick.
My spies tell me that woman was none other than my friend Whitney Pastorek (okay, my spy is Whitney) More gossip:
whitney: also, David Lee Roth called me a slut, and Wayne Coyne, who was standing next to him, said, "My god, did David Lee Roth call you a slut??"
lindsayism1: I would have jumped wayne
lindsayism1: I want him to call me a slut all night long, if you get my meaning.
whitney: his wife was right there. or I would have.
There you have it. The most interesting thing I've heard about this year's VMAs.
(The name of the blog is "Go To Helms", and I named it so go there and like it. Also check out the funny content my coworker Julie wrote for the Indecision site!)