Cinematic Music with Pauly Deathwish
Season 1 Episode 4
“Flying Cloud”–Dinosaur Jr.
“Jealous Guy”–Roxy Music
“Suite bergamasque: III. Clair de lune”–Claude Debussy
“Goodbye Blue Sky”–Pink Floyd
“Blue Clouds”–Mercury Rev
“Big White Cloud”–John Cale
“China Girl”–Iggy Pop
“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (closing music)”–Jack Nitzsche
“I’m Not in Love”–10cc
“Armenia City in the Sky”–The Who
“I Can See it (But I Can’t Feel It)”–my bloody valentine
“Trouble of the World”–Mahalia Jackson
“The Drugs Don’t Work”–The Verve
“In Germany Before the War”–Randy Newman
“The Kids”–Lou Reed
“Source Tags & Codes”–…and you will know us by the Trail of Dead
A silver mt. zion.
Arizona into the Rockies.
Music of wide open spaces.
Charles Mingus checks in.
Was QAnon bullshit?
WFMU seems to think so.
And all their hipster listeners.
Missing the Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
My Bloody Valentine.
Automatic for the people.
Rightly asking if this guy, Pauly Deathwish, is Borat.
Elvis working at the truck stop.
Into French philosophy at a Barnes & Noble.
The great philosophers.
Taking on Philip Glass.
Poor girl with grey teeth.
Addicted to Kardashians.
Smoking candy cigarettes.
Brutal, cold world.
No fall back.
Wanna lock me for blood pressure.
It ain’t no cakewalk.
Tech moves fast.
Better than nothing.
You have a printing press.
The Innocence Mission.
Porgy and Bess.
A thousand planes.
Two ambient instrumentals to start this album.
Setting an amber tone.
Time is a luxury.
And Miles comes in.
Like music from Big Pink.
Very much of the Deserter’s Songs type.
And Coltrane leaps in.
A little noodling.
And WHAT THE FUCK.
Now we are in Blue Hawaii.
On a jukebox in Nashville.
Sawdust on the floor.
Just spit that tabaccy anywheres.
It really is Elvis.
We’re in east Texas with George Jones.
Bona fide redneck interpolation.
“Daisies on Your Doorstep”.
And back to EXPANSIVE verb.
Phil Spector would have loved this.
The plandemic that killed Phil Spector.
Biggest celebrity to buy the farm.
Buy the farm?
Or sell the farm?
During this whole plandemic.
You have no publicity.
I block all reposts.
I wanna EARN it.
Dissolve into what?
More Mercury Rev homage.
Drums from “Desperado”.
Another lonely bloke ended by “Holes”.
Favorite song ever.
Back to regularly scheduled programming.
Knife in the Water.
John Cale droning away on the viola.
Definite Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci nod.
Again The Innocence Mission.
Neil Young big time.
Stooges meet Beach Boys meet Messiaen.
But the Bowie knife is orange.
Made in Germany.
Kanye West and Wayne Coyne drop in.
When you can sing, but you get raped by auto-tune.
Loosen that shit up.
Going all Arabic on me.
Clouds of sound on almost every track.
A very ambient album.
Peaches DJ Berlin.
Roger Waters again.
Straight into Bjork.
Does she umlaut?
Sounds of a Mac.
James Bond in Rio.
Spy guitar for reprise.
Rhythm of the saints.
Beethoven emperor concerto.
A masterful track.
NOW WE’RE TALKING.
Papa Trump back in the house.
For the apocalypse.
L.L. Cool J.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Vengeance is his.
Everyone given a chance.
A fair chance.
I hear a single.
Ramthun came through.
About fucking time.
There’s a riot goin’ on.
Tears of a motherfucking clown.
Having the French horns get groovy.
Sketches of Spain.
The Soft Bulletin.
Christ coming down from the clouds.
Like a ton of bricks.
Don’t call it a comeback.
Not all the way.
Rocket pans across stereo field.
AND ROSE AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Jesus more space than NASA.
Really a masterpiece of sample placement.
This is like a fucking lost Roland Kirk album.
Concerto for Booty and Orchestra.
Can never spell.
No more spelling.
Adieu au langage.
Ties together album.
Last track coming on like Faust.
Built to Spill.
In memory of a bloke who bit it.
End of Night on Earth.
You will live forever, my friend.
I never knew you.
You aren’t forgotten.
Thought of you put in this track.
Yerself is steam.
Great album by Pauly Deathwish.
Way behind on Pauly Deathwish.
Right off with XTRMNTR.
Spirit of rock and roll.
His most popular track at this time.
Drugs flowing through the veins.
Overdose of light.
God is the ultimate drug.
Coming back from depression.
Girlfriend goes on a date with another bloke.
From London to Paris.
Vintage keys like French band Air.
Every touch from two tracks imbued with Radiohead experimentation.
Pink Floyd bass.
Here come the warm jets.
Camera clicking photos.
Levon and Robbie Robertson.
Rhythm of the saints.
This bloke has nothing to live for.
His girlfriend is a total fucking bitch.
Alone in the world.
Trying to overcome.
She don’t give a fuck.
Info op birthed.
Bloke has sophistication in attack.
Wars back started BLM.
Kept powder dry.
Amazing hip hop.
The Sea and Cake.
Stereolab as always.
Trump supporter smart.
Assessment of coup against Deep State.
The balls to review his own albums.
Dark side of the moon.
Of the wall.
Noel feeding back.
Liam blowing harp.
Ringo’s son on drums.
Don’t believe the truth.
How she lives now.
Nigel Godrich as always.
Big Star Third.
As important as the Velvets.
Big Star early albums.
Like The Byrds.
Phil Spector lives in the glockenspiel.
Lester Bangs lives here.
Many disappointed patriots.
Lamenting the shitty U.S. military.
While honoring the 13.
And Colonel Scheller.
A handful of gems in a culture of shit.
I love faggots as much as anyone.
David, Lou, Iggy.
God is the only hope.
So I prayed tonight.
Nobody loves me.
See you on the other side.
Rolling the dice.
So long, Charlie.
I’m guessing you got the vaccine.
Happy Hairy (?) Hardon Q.
QAnon Christian Slater.
The first of a long succession.
Anthemic melodies befitting Handel.
Matrix done right.
First song to mention Event 201?
“Follow the White Rabbit”.
Very Jefferson Airplane.
Power to the people.
Pro-Trump psych rock.
Be a rebel.
No vaccines, asshole!
Great snare work.
Verging on adrenochrome.
Hefner and Monroe.
Sexy dead bodies.
Pay to grind for eternity.
Absolute Flaming Lips.
Transmissions from the satellite heart.
What is God gonna do for America?
What is America gonna do for God?
Nation falling apart.
Hail to the creep.
Scorsese Glass Kundun soundtrack.
Carl Stalling project!
This is a SOPHISTICATED FUCKING RECORD.
AUSTRALIA, WAKE UP YOU CUNTS!!!
Give me ANZAC!!
Fucking awesome return to Bobby Gillespie.
Great fucking song!
“Australia, Here I Come!”
Even uses the comma correctly 🙂
Riot city blues.
Baby won’t ya?
Love and Rockets.
Bitch who dumped me.
By not giving a fuck.
By not participating.
By being a selfish cunt.
Q Team, come in!
How many years?
Second American Revolution.
There’s a Riot Goin’ On.
Second Pauly Deathwish song to mention Jean-Luc.
Who the fuck is this nigger?!?
She’s a fucking black hole.
I take it all back.
A pathetic bleeding vagina.
Money soothes all pains.
She’s a loser.
Jack Nitzsche all the way.
Rips your heart out.
I will die lonely.
Having given it all away.
Hear the typewriter click.
Are there two people?
QAnon stylometric analysis.
Obvious split in styles.
Gimme the rain, the rain, the rain, the glorious rain!!!!
I got close.
Freezing your tits off.
Seeing your breath.
We coming for the sexy bitches.
With stellar boob jobs.
Factory Records above all.
Baggy as fuck.
Gimme them saggy titties.
Real better than fake any day.
Ain’t returning my messages.
Would love that bitch like Cleopatra.
Suck her toes.
Conspiracy theory king and queen.
Blew it several times.
Because heartless bitch usurper.
Same birthday as Lester Bangs and Nostradamus.
Ends with Pocket Symphony.
Ya feel me?
“DEA operation. Everybody stand down.”
Diversion to distract from Maricopa audit results.
Operation can be ramped up as needed.
“Civil war” imminent in Haiti.
Fake news assets at the ready in Haiti and Dominican Republic.
U.S. troops to be sent to Haiti?
24/7 coverage as needed.
Pretext for not covering Maricopa audit results.
Seal’s planes in Mena.
Seal contacts VP George H.W. Bush.
Louisiana to Florida.
General Paul Gorman statement.
Communist drug trafficking.
A relief to be back in Australia.
Too much New York City.
Plastic bull roarer.
We all need a place to dream of.
She broke my heart.
There is a war on.
Our enemy is brutal.
Our enemy is both foreign and domestic.
Domestic elements have aligned themselves with a foreign agenda.
That agenda is the agenda of communist China.
…and you will know us by the trail of dead.
Where was our airstrike?
Has the radioman been beheaded?
Now we are stuck in the morass of this fetid jungle.
Chickenhawks are the most eager to order assassinations.
PBR Street Gang.
Chef saucier with some Vietnamese and New Orleans French.
Charlie don’t surf.
But General Michael Flynn does.
Look out honey ’cause I’m using technology.
With a heart full of napalm.
Those dedicated few.
We salute you.
In some colonial outpost.
Without a commanding officer.
Legacy of ashes.
A willingness to serve.
This is the unrestricted warfare of the Chinese.
Did he try to right the ship?
It is a bold stratagem.
He who dares, wins.
Mama’s tape plays for dead son.
Not your war.
What happens when it’s not voluntary.
Vietnam as ideological war.
And war profiteering.
Each side of the coin with heart blinded to the obverse/reverse truth.
They were only toy arrows.
To scare us.
But you insisted upon killing.
And you were killed.
You were by the book.
Yet you had no wisdom.
You could have been a great leader.
But you lacked agility.
To turn on a dime.
Make hats, go nuts.
Make deaths, go nuts.
Did Kathy Griffin incite violence when she held up a bloody prop head intended to look like a realistic beheading of President Trump?
Trip up the river.
What a surfeit of patriotism will do.
Present a schism.
To fight harder.
To fight even after the war is over.
But it is not over.
It was a great plan.
What went wrong?
Was the radioman beheaded?
Almighty standing by?
This is perhaps the best film ever made.
Francis Ford Coppola.
And it contains several of the greatest performances ever committed to film.
But the most important is Martin Sheen.
We are now living in a country strewn with decapitations.
All illusion of democracy is gone.
Our republic is no longer one where dissent is allowed.
From two parties, one has coalesced.
A totalitarism state is emerging.
Technocrats as the ruling council.
What are patriots to do?
We who are left alive?
Soon to be targeted by our own government…as if we were terrorists.
We only want our votes to count.
We only want free and fair elections.
What will you do, digital soldier?
After watching Boeing Boeing, I needed this!
As bad as that film is this film charming.
No lame Tony Curtis.
Instead, we get the underrated Dean Martin.
And THE comedy team of the ’50s: Martin and Lewis.
Jerry Lewis is great in this.
This is Jerry around the age of 25.
He looks like a kid!
Perhaps Iggy Pop and company had this flick in mind when they named their band The Stooges.
Come to think of it, there is a weird parallel between Jerry Lewis and Iggy Pop.
Each with their own brand of spastic expressionism.
At any rate, I highly recommend this black and white picture.
It is well worth your time.
It is a quality production which stands up till this very day.
The concept of the “family” movie has changed since The Sound of Music in 1965.
Wikipedia, that grand arbiter of officiality, does not primarily recognize “family” as a genre.
They opt for “children’s film”.
Nonetheless, the Wiki article lists “family film” as an alternative name for this nebulous genre.
In 1965, The Beatles were still releasing albums like Rubber Soul.
1966 saw these same alchemists get a bit edgier with Revolver.
By 1967, the whole world was tripping balls to Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It’s important to document this sea change in pop culture by way of the personages pictured on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s:
-William S. Burroughs
-and many others.
Just these four personalities alone made for a shocking collection on the cover of what was sonically a hippy-dippy platter.
But maketh thou no mistake: The Beatles were self-consciously out to SHOCK!
By then, The Beatles were no more.
1968 had come and gone (violently). And The Beatles had reached their zenith (or nadir) of angst with songs like “Helter Skelter” (from “The White Album“).
There were no new Beatles albums in 1971.
Indeed, there was never again a “new” Beatles album
But 1971 gave us Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
And so, about four years late, Hollywood managed to weave the psychedelia of Sgt. Pepper’s into a bona fide family classic.
It took a while longer before Hollywood had another idea with legs (other than just borrowing from the great minds in rock music).
It is worth noting that the three original Star Wars films (1977, 1980, and 1983) were interpolated in 1982 by a cute alien named E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial.
Sure, there were classic superheroes (like Superman in 1978), but the next real wave was another coup of futuristic thinking.
The Back to the Future franchise raked in whopping revenue of nearly a billion dollars at the box office over the release years of 1985, 1989, and 1990.
But still, no major taboos had been broken in this fragile genre.
There was no auteur conversant in James Monaco’s theories on “exploding genres”.
Yet, two films from this same period stick out as family-proto (not proto-family).
–1988: Who Framed Roger Rabbit? [ooh la la…stretching the genre like Jessica Rabbit stretched her red sequin gown]
-1989: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation [a real benchmark or signpost…perhaps not as racy a National Lampoon’s Vacation, but still edgy enough to elicit laughter during “the decline of the West” (as Oswald Spengler put it)]
Which almost brings us to the unlikely masterpiece that is Kingpin.
Randy Quaid had been counted on by the National Lampoon franchise for his peerless role of Cousin Eddie.
By 1996, he would become a priceless asset for the makers of Kingpin.
It is hard to chart how we went from The Sound of Music to Kingpin…even with the help of the inestimable Beatles.
If we are to really reach our goal (an explanation), we must follow the followers–the children of The Beatles.
-1970: Syd Barrett was still bloody mad (and brilliant) on The Madcap Laughs [especially the song “No Good Trying”]
-The Mothers of Invention released albums titled Burnt Weeny Sandwich and Weasels Ripped My Flesh [pretty odd, edgy stuff]
-and international artists like Amon Düül II (from Germany) gave the world a whole new organic, electro-bombastic sound to attempt to decode
-1971: The Krautrock invasion continued with CAN’s Tago Mago
-Tribal hippies Comus found the perfect sound with First Utterance
-1972: Hawkwind released their cosmic, perpetual-motion masterpiece Doremi Fasol Latido
-1973: Pink Floyd changed the cultural landscape with Dark Side of the Moon (perhaps presaging the space/aliens films which would preoccupy family film makers in the coming years)
-Brian Eno melted many minds with his masterpiece Here Come the Warm Jets (complete with the balding artist on the cover in drag)
But we missed something significant:
If the 1970s belonged to any one band, it was this one.
-their first two albums were released in 1969
-by the time of Led Zeppelin III (1970), they were competing against overt (though clownish) occultists like Black Sabbath [Jimmy Page of Zeppelin being a more covert, zealous admirer of Aleister Crowley]
–Led Zeppelin IV was released in 1971
–Houses of the Holy saw the light of day in 1973
–Physical Graffiti dropped in 1975
But as Led Zeppelin began to peter out, another group picked up the slack and streamlined the music. Their message was as tough as their humor was bawdy.
AC/DC slapped the world with High Voltage (1976), Let There Be Rock (1977), and other masterpieces which made for a loud world.
But music was just getting started in asserting its agenda for Hollywood.
Iggy Pop dropped two masterpieces in 1977. One light and tough (Lust for Life), and the other a much darker affair (The Idiot).
But the real earthquake…the real force which rent the curtain in the temple was Nevermind the Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols.
From this album in 1977, nothing was ever the same again.
And so the film under consideration, Kingpin, was born from many decades of broken taboos.
Some would call this “progressive” (and then proceed to solicit a donation).
Oswald Spengler might rightly have called it The Decline of the West.
But in the case of Kingpin, I can only call it funny.
I can’t pass judgement on film since 1965.
As to whether it is fit for families to view together.
But I can pass judgement on this film insofar as its most important merit.
It’s damned funny!
I was Munsoned by Cinema Paradiso. Long ago.
I thought I had a chance. But I was Amish. I just didn’t know it yet.
But let’s first start by talking about the dirtbags who frame this film.
#1 is Woody Harrelson (though he starts as just a protégé).
Woody has had an interesting life.
When I was growing up in San Antonio, one of our family shows to watch after the 10 p.m. news was Cheers. This gave us great comfort. Great laughs. And Woody played the character Woody Boyd. One of the bright spots of a great television cast.
But Woody Harrelson’s dad was a hitman (in real life). And he killed (in 1979) U.S. federal judge John H. Wood Jr. right here in my hometown: San Antonio.
It was a drug hit. Harrelson’s father hired for $250,000 to shoot and kill this judge outside of his home. The drug dealer who hired Harrelson got 30 years. Harrelson got life in jail.
Harrelson denied in court that he killed Judge Wood. He claimed he just took credit for it so he could collect the money.
Well, all of this backstory fits quite nicely into the dirtbag saint Woody Harrelson plays in Kingpin.
#2 is Bill Murray. Bill is an old hand (no pun intended). Bill’s character teaches Woody a lot, but Bill’s a real bastard in this film. Of course, this is a comedy. So his ostentatious cruelty is worth a few snickers here and there.
At this point it is worth mentioning the twisted (gifted) minds which brought us this film: the Farrelly brothers.
Peter Farrelly (whose birthday is two day away) and his slightly-younger brother Bobby Farrelly.
You might know them from their work such as Dumb and Dumber and the Jonathan-Richman-chalked There’s Something About Mary.
[N.B. Richman makes a great cameo in Kingpin. We may not have Lou Reed anymore, but thank God for Jonathan!]
The action of our film shifts from Ocelot, Iowa (“Instead of a dentured ocelot on a leash…”) to hard-scrabble Scranton, Pennsylvania.
[home of “Creepy” Joe Biden]
Randy Quaid (#MAGA) is fantastic as an Amish rube with a promising set of bowling skills.
Somewhere along the way, the opportunistic Harrelson becomes Quaid’s manager.
I got great joy out of seeing this.
Because there are few more difficult things than managing “personalities”.
I’ve done it.
Now I have an advanced degree in management.
And still, I know…it’s hard!
But back to family films.
This IS a family film.
But it is also an example of what the family film has become.
In general, this picture would not be suitable for young children to view.
That’s just my opinion.
But perhaps it’s a subgenre of family film.
It’s something which parents with high-school-aged kids MIGHT be able to enjoy with their children.
But I leave that discretion up to the parents.
Because the Farrelly brothers like to SHOCK!
It’s funny. They’re good at it. It has a point. But it might be too lewd for some families.
Speaking of which, it is a quite interesting device with which the Farrellys chose to frame their film: the Amish.
It borders on surreal, but this bawdy comedy always has the temperate presence of the Amish throughout.
In a certain way, I think it does great honor to the Amish.
From an entertainment perspective, it’s genius.
But this is also a road movie.
And we know strange things happen on the road.
I was just so impressed by Woody Harrelson’s acting. It’s effortless. Flawless.
And I was equally impressed by Randy Quaid’s naïveté. Truly an acting coup!
But the film gets REALLY interesting when Vanessa Angel hops on the bandwagon!!
Remember her from Spies Like Us, emerging from that snow-covered tent in her underwear?
Yeah, that’s her.
And it turns out that she’s a very good actress!
Ah, but thank God for condoms!!!
At the end, you will feel proud of your efforts.
To walk out the door everyday into a corrupt world.
We are all sinners.
But music saves us.
“Bad Reputation” by Freedy Johnston is a revelation.
And makes me wistfully recall my last days as a professional musician.
“I Want Candy” is such a tough beat! The Strangeloves!!!
“I Saw the Light” by Todd Rundgren is magical music at a magical moment in this film.
“Showdown” by Electric Light Orchestra is the perfect tune to pit Murray against Harrelson.
But the real eyeopener was hearing “Something in the Air” by Thunderclap Newman.
Such a magical song!
Great movie. Great acting. Comes from a place of reality.