Recommended if you like Public Image Ltd.
Recommended if you like Public Image Ltd.
Breakfast cereal video game.
Pauly Deathwish’s 3rd album.
I am behind.
I can’t keep up with this guy.
Out of the gates like Flaming Lips.
30,000 feel of despair.
Right into Isao Tomita.
Like first Stereolab album.
Here Come the Warm Jets.
Cheyenne Mountain jams.
I can no longer see what I’m typing.
That glow in The World’s End.
But a sadness.
My Bloody Valentine.
Sloshy grunge hats.
I Am the Cosmos.
Yerself Is Steam.
The disappearance of Madeleine McCann.
You don’t know how it feels.
I can only give you everything.
Black magic warded off by honesty.
Serge on the way.
Lenny Bruce, even.
Hit to Death in the Future Head.
Wait at least until track three to break it down.
Southern Harmony and Musical Companion.
The confusion of ridiculous counterpoint.
Tonal, yet dissonant.
Thick Billy Corgan.
Definitely a sadness here.
All you need is hate.
The Inflated Tear.
Columbus, Ohio with duct tape.
Posing with a bass clarinet.
Did I ever write one?
Yes, I did.
Or is it contrabassoon?
Nadia Boulanger can tell you.
My teacher’s teacher (twice over).
The Left Banke.
Transient Random-Noise Bursts with Announcements.
A little lo-fi.
Changes that pull at your heartstrings.
A fucking marimba solo?!?
Are you kidding me???
Pauly Deathwish collaboration with Gordon Gano of Violent Femmes.
Lost Bayou Ramblers.
Gordon knew him as Death.
I have become death.
Tim Gane tone.
Back to J. Spaceman.
Dirty ass rock and roll with pristine horns.
Is this the artist we’ve been waiting for?
R. Stevie Moore?
Sounds like Jack Nitzsche.
Major Velvet vibes.
Dylan with P-bass.
Too much attitude.
Let it Come Down.
Fucker kicked the bucket.
First to be vaxxed.
First Suicide album.
The Soft Bulletin.
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space.
Gimme some lovin’?
La Monte Young.
First rehearsal tapes.
New York City heroin.
Warhol Factory torn down.
Across from YMCA.
Great throwaway lyrics.
Sound of universe.
Direct into mixing console.
Blood pressure rising.
I think I’m in love.
Will the circle remain unbroken?
When I had dinner with Roky.
First Velvets album.
But you gotta buy it.
Cop shoot cop.
On the jukebox.
Eat at the gas station.
First time in Texas.
It’s definitely Bowie.
Old is new again.
A fuck ton of flutes.
Flute loops literally.
Little fluffy clouds.
Gay glam chorus.
Boys peel out.
Gives me pants.
A Shot in the Dark.
Under the Western Freeway.
With Sean Mackowiak.
Comes back loud.
One song mastered soft.
The main influence of Pauly Deathwish’s debut album.
Chariots of fire.
Such a groove.
By the side of a freeway.
Under an underpass.
Not like RHCP.
How did a Trump supporter make this album?!?
I thought all Trump supporters were redneck morons???
This is way fucking better than Ariel Pink’s dabblings.
This sounds like a debut album.
Songs saved up.
Like The Strokes.
Cinematic as fuck.
Trail of Dead.
Because Pauly wrote the string arrangement on IX.
Snot on the crowd.
Lost Bayou Ramblers lost sessions.
This was all made on an iPhone?!?
Major 7ths in uppermost range of piano.
Almost indistinguishable from octaves.
Only for the sensuous ear.
Waters delayed bass.
No nonsense drums.
Humble Pie reference?!?
Predating new Bob Dylan album.
Check SoundCloud timestamp.
This is definitely the QAnon anthem.
This hook should be on a million conspiracy videos.
“10 Days of Darkness”.
Tell ’em Large Marge sent ya!
My end is my beginning is my end.
Great debut album (if I do say so myself).
Here we go again.
Twenty years later.
Four years later.
The first film.
Are they skewed?
This is a really fine film.
It starts off approaching the genius of Histoire(s) du cinéma and F for Fake, but miraculously (?) loses its way around the midpoint (or a little before that).
So it is not an all-time cinematic masterpiece.
It is still important.
And germane to today because one Pistol has had the bollocks to stand up for Donald Trump (the underdog [just look at those fucking polls]):
namely, Johnny Rotten.
What will today hold?
Johnny Rotten has said that he would vote for Trump.
So, I suppose, we can assume he did.
It wasn’t a joke.
I voted for Trump.
And proud of it.
Most celebrities have spent the past four years agreeing with one another that Trump is literally Adolph Hitler.
Good for them.
And from the throng of brainless celebrities emerged Johnny Rotten.
He made me feel more comfortable out here in the cold.
Am I a typical Trump voter?
I don’t know.
I have a degree in music theory.
I wrote a string quartet.
I toured England, Scotland, and Spain as the bassist in a hard rock band.
I am from Texas.
I played on Steve Jones’ radio show in Los Angeles.
I toured the world (U.S., Canada, France, Germany, Sweden, and Denmark) as the drummer in a French-language Cajun punk rock band.
[at least they were punk when I was in the band]
I have an MBA.
I could quite easily vote for Trump just based on my knowledge of economics.
Free-market capitalism works.
No, it’s not perfect.
Communism/socialism does not (in the long term) work.
It is an economic death wish.
It produces so little value * relative to capitalism.
But, you know, fuck it.
I also like Trump!
And so does Johnny Rotten.
Me, Pauly Deathwish…
I like Trump.
Trump has gotten me to see the light.
Trump has taught me to respect our great U.S. military.
Trump has taught me to respect our wonderful American law enforcement officers.
And Trump does not take any shit FROM ANYONE.
Particularly the press.
I always knew the press was full of shit since 9/11/01.
And I found out that the Democratic Party was just as full of shit after I voted for Obama in 2008.
I thought Obama would hold the neocons responsible for the 9/11 false-flag/stand down.
I was wrong.
Obama was/is a fake.
In every sense of the word.
Trump has fought tooth and nail for four years AGAINST THE ESTABLISHMENT.
And he is still going.
This motherfucker is TOUGH!
And the more I learn about Joe Biden, I realize he’s just another corrupt career politician scumbag.
So what’ll it be, America?
You have the opportunity to throw off the mind control which has blanketed you since birth.
Throw off 99% of news coverage.
All of it says that Trump sucks.
In every way.
That’s all they say.
Is it because he’s mean to them and their feelings are hurt?
It’s more sinister than that.
It’s more un-American than that.
You have been brainwashed by Jeff Zucker and others of his ilk.
But go ahead, swallow the blue pill.
Zucker’s CNN told you in 2016 that Hillary would win.
They (and every other American news outlet) proffered that Trump had almost no chance of winning in 2016.
Why does that sound familiar?
Oh, that’s right.
BECAUSE IT’S THE VERY SAME FUCKING THING THEY ARE SAYING THIS TIME.
But this time they are saying that Trump has LESS THAN a slim chance of winning.
The hyperbole is staggering.
So, you know what?
Might as well not even vote, right?
How many CNN viewers will get lazy?
How many MSNBC viewers will get lazy?
They say (“the polls”) that Joe has had a massive lead for months.
And his lead hasn’t changed at all.
Do you believe that?
Do Democrats believe that?
Then why even vote?
Is there a possible boomerang effect from such an audacious PSYOP???
Trump voters know that the polls can be wrong.
Biden voters SHOULD know that.
Trump voters will vote either way.
Sure, there might be some “casual Trump voters” (though the type seems pretty improbable) who get discouraged by Joe’s seeming victory before the match has even been played.
Brexit voters would remember.
“Leave” had no chance, right?
“Remain” would take the day.
All the polls said so.
But what happened?
And Johnny Rotten stood with those people.
When the people had decided, he stood with the people.
Brexit was fine with him.
And Trump is fine with him too.
I support Britain’s exit from the EU.
The EU is a nightmare of well-meaning mismanagement.
Can “control freaks” be poor managers?
Just look at the EU.
I’m not gonna make a prediction here.
I don’t know who’s going to win today (or next week [or two months from now]).
But I am dedicated to the idea of America.
I’m not gonna freak out like a child and go out looting and committing arson.
I’m not going to make life miserable for “Biden supporters” (if they even truly exist).
Biden is a joke.
And not a very funny one.
There is no true enthusiasm for him…not anymore…not within his own party.
He’s a “safe pick” (like Mitt Romney was for the Republicans).
I didn’t vote in 2012.
Obama had disappointed me.
No neocons were brought to justice re: 9/11 false-flag terror attacks.
And I had no desire to vote for Mitt Romney.
So I just dropped out of politics.
I didn’t care.
Until Trump came along.
At first, I too thought he was a racist, etc.
Then I came to the realization that those thoughts had been planted in my head by way of misleading “journalism” (propaganda) which assailed me at every turn.
I broke out of the matrix.
I came to see that it was all bullshit.
Calling Trump a racist was the kryptonite that the Dems thought would keep Donald out of the White House.
It didn’t work.
And the world has never been the same since.
Come on, man!
Laptop from hell.
Biden is a one-trick pony in a party of well-meaning morons.
No President has ever been hated so much…
…by the establishment.
It took one of their own to bring them to their knees.
And now the establishment has come up with an exceptionally-pathetic excuse for a candidate:
Republicans tried to elect a showroom dummy once (recently).
Had the looks.
What could go wrong?
He came off as cold.
And so all the genius, conniving minds of the Democrat Party have gotten behind the person they think can Trojan their specious ideas into the realm of policy.
It is quite obvious.
Joe Biden didn’t get a big enough shot in the ass of ginkgo biloba to really stay in the ring 12 rounds with Trump.
Joe needs to be mainlining that shit by now.
If Joe Biden ate nothing but onions and drank nothing but tea, his brain would still be like a hunk of Swiss cheese.
Trump, fresh off recovering from the plague of the century (once-in-a-100-years) was cogent and articulate.
If every media outlet, every source of information, every sports star, every celebrity is against Trump, what does that make Trump?
So, go ahead.
Vote for Joe.
Joe couldn’t last five minutes playing Tropico (much less five minutes actually running the USA).
And he will not be running the USA (if elected).
Swiss-cheese-brain Biden has actually bought and believed the syrupy propaganda of his own party.
Which makes sense.
Because his brain has become (and will rapidly accelerate towards being) childlike.
Which doesn’t excuse Biden of being a nakedly-corrupt politician par excellence.
Joe would bring the old gang back together.
Hillary would have a chance to get her pay-to-play Clinton Foundation back up and running.
Hell, why not make her Secretary of State again?
She will be emboldened to shred every law because, even though she got caught, she paid no price (except for the nosedive in Clinton Foundation contributions).
You would have “bonesmen” like Austan Goolsbee.
[a pale imitation of an actually-competent individual (Mnuchin)]
Hell, bring ’em all back.
Comey at FBI.
Brennan at CIA.
Lynch on the Supreme Court.
Bring back Eric “Fast and Furious” Holder.
Put Bernie’s great economic theories to work at the Department of Labor.
[another guy who would crap out at Tropico within minutes]
Because it’s all one big gang.
It’s all one big, compromised gang.
And it’s all about making money OFF the people (rather than making money FOR the people).
Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi, Dianne Feinstein, Maxine Waters…
Limousine liberals (as they say).
Their respective personal worth always MAGICALLY balloons in their years of “service” to the USA.
It doesn’t take a genius to make money that way.
It takes a scumbag.
Trump didn’t need the money.
Hell, he gives away his Presidential salary checks.
But there is something.
He is GOOD AT MAKING MONEY.
He didn’t fight in Vietnam.
[it’s also quite likely he never disparaged the military]
Joe Biden disparaged the military ON TAPE, but never a hardball question about that:
[6’10” —> “clap for that, you stupid bastards”]
Joe Biden has a problem with being caught on tape.
Here bragging about getting a Ukrainian prosecutor fired (while using American taxpayer dollars as leverage). Hmmm, why would he want a UKRAINIAN prosecutor (?!?) fired? Why would he brag about it? What was this prosecutor investigating? Why would we interfere in the judicial system of the Ukraine (by way of Joe Biden)? Seems like his son Hunter had some dealings in Ukraine. Hmmm… Could it be, that this prosecutor was investigating his son Hunter???
But Joe Biden also has, how can I put this tactfully, other “problems” on tape. It’s not just the hair of women he is sniffing:
Wouldn’t be so bad (?) if it was an isolated incident. Maybe it was taken out of context?
You don’t need to watch all 17 minutes of the above clip to get the gist. Joe Biden takes liberties with children…knowingly…on C-SPAN, etc. What does he do behind closed doors? The footage we’ve seen is shocking enough.
Joe Biden makes women and children (particularly Chris Coons’ daughter) feel uncomfortable. You can see it in the body language. Biden whispers in their ears. And the young Coons daughter pulls away from the kiss. Cre-epy!
But in this debate (the final of the 2020 season), Donald Trump made Joe Biden feel uncomfortable…especially when Trump brought up the “laptop from hell”. You could see it in Joe’s body language.
“It’s all lies,” said Joe repeatedly throughout the two debates.
Pull his string: “It’s all lies.”
“Come on, man!”
Sometimes it’s funny.
Like the moronic George W. Bush who was part and parcel of the cabal that brought down the Twin Towers.
Bush was funny.
Because he was so dumb.
But Joe Biden is not so completely ravaged by senile dementia not to feel the fear at even the mention of “the laptop from hell”.
But let’s hit some key points.
Joe Biden cannot consistently get his train of thought from point A to point B. Witness this gem:
“And I don’t look at this in terms of the way he does, blue states and red states. They’re all the United States. And look at the states that are having such a spike in the coronavirus. They’re the red states, they’re the states in the Midwest, they’re the states in the upper Midwest. “
Trump knows his opponent is mentally-compromised.
But Trump also knows that his opponent is a textbook corrupt politician:
“Joe, you have raised a lot of money, tremendous amounts of money. And every time you raise money deals are made, Joe. I could raise so much more money. As President, and as somebody that knows most of those people, I could call the heads of Wall Street, the heads of every company in America. I would blow away every record. But I don’t want to do that because it puts me in a bad position.“
Like with the kids, Joe just couldn’t help himself (even against the obvious preparation where his advisors explicitly told him to, under no circumstances, broach this topic) #LaptopFromHell:
“His own National Security Advisor told him that what is happening with his buddy… Well, I shouldn’t… Well, I will. His buddy Rudy Giuliani. He’s being used as a Russian pawn.”
Joe fucked up. As Trump explains:
“Well, let me respond to the first part, as Joe answered. Joe got $3.5 million from Russia and it came through Putin, because he was very friendly with the former mayor of Moscow and it was the mayor of Moscow’s wife. And you got $3.5 million. Your family got $3.5 million. And someday you’re going to have to explain, why did you get three and a half? I never got any money from Russia. I don’t get money from Russia.”
“But now, with what came out today, it’s even worse. All of the emails, the emails, the horrible emails of the kind of money that you were raking in, you and your family. And Joe, you were vice-president when some of this was happening, and it should have never happened. And I think you owe an explanation to the American people. Why is it, somebody just had a news conference a little while ago who was essentially supposed to work with you and your family, but what he said was damning. And regardless of me, I think you have to clean it up and talk to the American people. Maybe you can do it right now.”
Big tech scrambled to censor this ^ story.
But the follow-up story was far more damning:
“…I don’t make money from China. You do. I don’t make money from Ukraine. You do. I don’t make money from Russia. You made $3.5 million, Joe, and your son gave you, they even have a statement that we have to give 10% to the big man. You’re the big man, I think. I don’t know, maybe you’re not, but you’re the big man, I think.”
“I was put through a phony witch hunt for three years. It started before I even got elected. They spied of my campaign. No president should ever have to go through what I went through. Let me just say this, Mueller and 18 angry Democrats and FBI agents all over the place spent $48 million. They went through everything I had, including my tax returns, and they found absolutely no collusion and nothing wrong. $48 million. I guarantee you, if I spent $1 million on you, Joe, I could find plenty wrong because the kind of things that you’ve done and the kind of monies that your family has taken, I mean, your brother made money in Iraq…millions of dollars. Your other brother made a fortune, and it’s all through you, Joe. And they say you get some of it. And you do live very well, you have houses all over the place. You live very well.”
Fire when ready:
“His son didn’t have a job for a long time, was, sadly, no longer in the military service, I won’t get into that, and he didn’t have a job. As soon as he became vice-president, Burisma, not the best reputation in the world, I hear they paid him $183,000 a month, listen to this, $183,000, and they gave him a $3 million upfront payment, and he had no energy experience. That’s 100% dishonest.”
Trump did this same thing to Hillary.
Blew holes in her metaphorical hull.
“He is the vice-president of the United States and his son, his brother, and his other brother are getting rich. They’re like a vacuum cleaner. They’re sucking up money…”
“His son walked out with a billion and a half dollars from China to…after spending 10 minutes in office and being in Air Force Two. Number one. Number two, there’s a very strong email talking about your family wanting to make $10 million a year for introductions.”
Joe Biden does not understand international finance.
He does not understand the implications of Chinese currency devaluations.
He doesn’t even understand the mechanism.
Joe Biden is a (renovated) showroom dummy:
“My response is, look, there’s a reason why he’s bringing up all this malarkey. There’s a reason for it. He doesn’t want to talk about the substantive issues. It’s not about his family and my family. It’s about your family, and your family’s hurting badly. If you’re a middle-class family, you’re getting hurt badly right now. You’re sitting at the kitchen table this morning deciding, ‘Well, we can’t get new tires. They’re bald, because we have to wait another month or so.’ Or, ‘Are we going to be able to pay the mortgage?’ Or, ‘Who’s going to tell her she can’t go back to community college?’ They’re the decisions you’re making, and the middle-class families like I grew up in Scranton and Claymont, they’re in trouble. We should be talking about your families, but that’s the last thing he wants to talk about.”
Bill Clinton was persuasive when he was peddling this same shit.
Joe Biden isn’t.
And Trump calls it out:
“That is a typical statement.
That’s a typical political statement. Let’s get off this China thing, and then he looks, ‘The family around the table, everything.’ Just a typical politician when I see that. I’m not a typical politician.
That’s why I got elected. Let’s get off the subject of China. Let’s talk about sitting around the table. Come on, Joe. You could do better.”
Joe Biden’s message is hackneyed.
His delivery is maudlin.
His economic “plan” is planned economy.
“Inefficient” would be too kind a descriptor.
It’s just not fair.
Joe Biden only has one “dollar word” left in his intellectual quiver:
“The public option is an option that says that if you in fact do not have the wherewithal, if you qualify for Medicaid and you do not have the wherewithal in your state to get Medicaid, you automatically are enrolled, providing competition for insurance companies.”
Twice in the same sentence?!?
Come on, man!!
Joe’s (and the Democrats’) answer for everything is “bailout”…as Trump begins to delineate:
“The bill that was passed in the House was a bailout of badly run, high crime, Democrat, all run by Democrat cities and states. It was a way of getting a lot of money, billions and billions of dollars, to these guys. It was also a way of getting a lot of money from our people’s pockets to people that come into our country illegally. We were going to take care of everything for them. And I’d love to do that. I’d love to help them. But what that does, everybody all over the world will start pouring into our country. We can’t do it. This was a way of taking care of them. This was a way of spending on things that had nothing to do with COVID, as per your question. But it was really a big bailout for badly run Democrat cities and states.”
Joe wants a planned economy (like Uncle Joe Stalin had). Price ceilings. Price floors. Arbitrary values for labor (a major factor in production). It doesn’t work.
Trump defeats this backwards economic chestnut in one sentence:
“How are you helping your small businesses when you’re forcing wages?”
Watch the price of eggs.
That’s how you will see the free market (as opposed to a planned economy) assert itself.
Supply and demand.
As simple as that.
Don’t toy with it.
Don’t stifle it.
Let it create value.
It may be trite, but “a rising tide lifts all ships” (as it is said).
The stock market is equivalent to the vital signs of a medical patient.
Joe may or may not understand that.
Again, he seems to have bought the “black propaganda” (total disinformation) of his own party.
What little brain Joe has left has been thoroughly washed of all real-world, economic logic.
As good as Kristen Welker was (and she was quite good [compared to the atrociously-partisan Chris Wallace]), she is still part of a profession that, when it comes to Democrat interviewees, almost always shirks its duty:
“Who built the cages? I’d love you to ask him that. Who built the cages, Joe?”
The U.S. immigration system is broken (on purpose). And Joe should know that. But he still blithely opines otherwise. Trump truth:
“And then you say they come back. Less than 1% of the people come back. We have to send ICE out and Border Patrol out to find them. We would say, ‘Come back in two years, three years. We’re going to give you a court case. You did Perry Mason. We’re going to give you a court case.’ When you say they come back, they don’t come back, Joe. They never come back. Only the really… I hate to say this, but those with the lowest IQ, they might come back, but there are very, very few.”
Trump is rough around the edges.
But he is no bullshit.
And there are a few opinion leaders (Johnny Rotten) who understand and appreciate this.
Joe steps in it again:
“My daughter is a social worker and she’s written a lot about this. She has her graduate degree from the University of Pennsylvania in social work.”
Doesn’t take a fucking genius to see that Sleepy Joe is actually Creepy Joe.
“You know Joe, I ran because of you. I ran because of Barack Obama, because you did a poor job. If I thought you did a good job, I would’ve never run. I would’ve never run. I ran because of you. I’m looking at you now, you’re a politician, I ran because of you.”
And again (for good measure):
“If this stuff is true about Russia, Ukraine, China, other countries, Iraq. If this is true, then he’s a corrupt politician. So don’t give me the stuff about how you’re this innocent baby. Joe, they’re calling you a corrupt politician…They’re calling it the laptop from hell.”
“But, why didn’t he get it done? See, it’s all talk, no action with these politicians, why didn’t he get it? ‘That’s what I’m going to do when I become president.’ You were vice president along with Obama as your president, your leader, for eight years, why didn’t you get it done? You had eight years to get it done, now you’re saying you’re going to get it done because you’re all talking and no action, Joe.”
Biden: “I don’t know where he comes from. I don’t know where he comes up with these numbers.”
Things are about to get nasty.
“The key figures will be arrested in a joint operation.”
Importan extension Hayden (NSA/CIA).
Bin Laden death in question.
Old crimes will be resurrected.
“the big guy”.
Paper founded by Alexander Hamilton (New York Post) censored by Twitter–information ignored by Drudge Report (replaced by watery projection).
Laptop from hell.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
There is very little doubt in my mind that this is the most important film ever made.
For once in American history, someone stood up.
That man was Jim Garrison.
When I used to spend time in New Orleans I shuddered at the courage this man had.
He had the courage to take on everything.
But this epic would not have received its rightful place in history without the auteur Oliver Stone.
Making this film was an immense act of courage.
Search your heart.
Sit alone at 2:00 a.m. on the outskirts of Nola.
The deepest, darkest part of the night.
Oliver Stone captures the beauty of humanity in the story of Jim Garrison.
Few dramatic performances have ever affected me so much as Kevin Costner’s here.
But you must look deeper.
Look to Jim Marrs.
Long ago I heard Alex Jones proclaim on air that JFK was his favorite film.
Long ago I saw JFK as a first-run film in the theater.
But I didn’t see this 3-hour-8-minute version.
I’m pretty sure of that.
Because I was just a child.
I heard the drums.
I heard the moving music of John Williams.
But, alas, it was 3’08” which was before me.
It takes a lifetime to appreciate what Mr. X is getting at.
It is packed tight as a can of sardines (even at 3’08”).
Eisenhower’s farewell address.
Really listen to it.
The nervous glances aside.
What is he announcing?
Does he not have immense testicles to yell such from the tower?
But let’s take a trip…
Acting. Real fucking acting.
If Costner didn’t have the Garrison role, Pesci might have taken it.
Stole the show.
Kevin Bacon at Angola.
Leadbelly, not Neto.
IS THIS THE MPLA?
I THOUGHT IT WAS THE UK!
You can see the parallel now in Dr. Steve Pieczenik.
You gotta watch it.
Donald Sutherland gets even closer than Pesci.
It’s that moment he says, “bubba”.
Yeah, that’s the right track.
That’s a lifetime of work.
That’s putting your ass on the line.
Have you ever put your ass on the line?
Really laying it all out there and staring into the void.
That’s the encouragement.
The words you need to hear from someone who’s paying attention.
Someone who’s saying, “Don’t be afraid of the bastards. Hit ’em back.”
Contrasted with Pesci as a walking pot of coffee.
Feel that fear for a moment.
You don’t live in a bubble
You have family.
You have people you love.
You risk it all because you know it is the right thing to do.
To ask questions.
To use your mind where none dare tread.
Who’s the Jim Garrison of today?
Yes, it is Alex Jones.
He has earned that.
But it is also very much James Tracy.
Sissy Spacek cannot compete with Costner.
And she shouldn’t.
But she’s indispensable.
The back and forth in the hallway.
She ain’t walking down that hallway anymore.
Watch JFK and you’ll understand why Anderson Cooper is a coward.
Watch the hit piece directed at Garrison.
Sad, sad men (the SAD/SOG).
Come to know Lyman L. Lemnitzer. Very few LLLs in history.
Don’t stop at Operation Mongoose.
Know the much more important Operation Northwoods (otherwise known as 9/11).
For all of the bigots out there, come to understand just how many things Israel COULD NOT have done (which were essential to 9/11).
And yet they are no doubt involved.
On the wrong side.
Just like their appalling treatment of the Palestinians.
Notice I didn’t say Jews. And I didn’t say anti-Semitism.
Pesci’s character nails it.
But we still need Gary Oldman as Oswald.
What’s on the gravestone?
Maybe it’s not rogue elements after all.
It’s the whole damn thing.
But who warned us?
They were inside the machine.
Martin Luther King.
Go to Dallas.
Feel the evil.
Like a pothole filled with steaming shit.
Thanks Michael Ovitz.
Did you really convince Costner to take the part?
More importantly, thank you Costner.
Yeah, that’s some method acting.
And it’s far too important not to feel.
With every fiber of one’s being.
Stone took the right take.
There could be only one like that.
In the courtroom.
We don’t even notice the cuts.
Academy Award for editing.
Including a chap named Scalia.
Tommy Lee Jones as the incarnation of evil.
Dainty. Subtle. Shades of James Mason from NXNW.
Tommy Lee Jones from my hometown.
I seen him at a Mexican restaurant.
And we hold out hope that the planet remembers us.
Ed Asner who stood up when the shit hit the fan after 9/11.
Where were these other fuckers? Still basking in the glory of JFK?
That’s too bad because their words then ring hollow.
How about Field of Dreams? Go the distance.
Back, and to the left.
Back, and to the left.
Back, and to the left.
John Candy as perfection.
A serious role.
Fuck all you motherfuckers!
Martin Sheen is for real.
Charlie Sheen, while not in this movie, put so many social activists to shame.
Real testicular girth.
Jim Garrison as Earl Warren.
The Coke bottle disorientation.
But the erudition.
The evil erudition.
Sean Stone is what we’re fighting for.
That’s real shit.
Mohrenschildt in Pappy Bush’s pocketbook.
Not the whole Rolodex.
Just the kind of thing you’d take on an ice-skating trip in a thunderstorm to Houston.
It’s always raining.
And a little hunting.
It comes back to Cuba.
Enough to write a book.
And publish it.
A lot of work for a little piece of meat.
Oliver Stone’s not the genius. Jim Garrison is.
Always will be.
But Garrison needed Stone.
Counter gangs. Webster Tarpley.
Frank Kitson. Low intensity.
Where Jane Rusconi and Yale University come in.
I take it all back.
A dick-measuring contest about how many books one has read.
Garrison. Stone. Rusconi.
Ok, I take it back again again: Oliver Stone is a genius.
But we need it again.
This one is darn near perfect.
And I needed it.
After an all-nighter devoted to a Power Point presentation, this got a hearty laugh from me throughout.
We really see Bean’s dark humour start coming to the fore here.
Likewise, we start to realize by now that Bean’s middle name must certainly be “Ingenuity”.
But his genius is a sort of Rube Goldberg variety.
For Bean, it’s all about the process…the journey.
It must be: he seems to miss his destination an overwhelming majority of the time.
Whether he makes it to the beach or not is immaterial.
It’s that he starts off by packing six cans of Heinz Baked Beans.
No can opener.
Just the beans, thank you very much.
For those of us in America, this makes less sense without a bit of experience.
My one and only trip to Great Britain was an eye-opener.
The English eat beans for breakfast!
Not only that, but some sautéed mushrooms and maybe a boiled tomato.
Sausage and a rasher of bacon.
And eggs: runny as Usain Bolt.
It all mixes together into a mélange of heartiness.
THAT is a true English breakfast!
A working-man’s meal.
Ahh, I miss those days.
So short and fleeting.
But with Mr. Bean, I am back in the magical mundane of English society.
The Royal Mail.
The grasp of my mother tongue.
Feeling rather “poorly”…
Yes, a glorious grasp on the language.
Of course, I could listen to the lads in Oasis talk all day long.
High and low.
And the Midlands.
God save the Queen!
We mean it, man 😉
And now for something COMPLETELY different…
Yes, it was in a flat in Brixton that I first learned a hallowed reverence for the name Slade. A legendary band.
It’s one of those quintessentially British phenomena. Like HP Sauce, perhaps.
But on with the film…in the tradition of The Beatles and Elvis before them.
Director Richard Loncraine did a fine job of actually conveying both the anarchy and oppression of rockroll. Plainly put, this movie is a ton of fun, but the message which comes with the thrills is somewhat harrowing.
Loncraine’s filmography as auteur doesn’t really read like a Cahiers-approved canon. An illustrative title might be his Brimstone and Treacle from 1982.
At any rate, he certainly did a fantastic job leading Noddy Holder and the group into cinematic immortality.
There are some priceless contributions from actors such as Alan Lake (as Jack Daniels, rockstar).
Tom Conti is the perfect foil to the antics of Slade (in meta-character as Flame).
Noddy’s first real bit is fronting a band called The Undertakers. Like Screaming Lord Sutch, he gets locked in his coffin (think Screamin’ Jay Hawkins) on stage…a sort-of archetype to be later expanded upon for the “pods” sequence of This Is Spinal Tap.
What makes this film fascinating is the balance it strikes between the beer-swilling rock life and the Covent Garden big money managers who bring scruffy rabble to the masses.
I can’t stress enough how bad-ass this group was. The first performance they give in the film, in a shitty little club, is a revelation…absolutely devastating in an MC5 sort of way. The songcraft is impeccable–like Zeppelin meets Beatles.
Seeing the rows of council flats…a few mere years before Johnny Rotten laid waste to the decrepit stupor of Britain…this is a poignant time capsule.
Not only do we see Noddy as the veritable rock god he is, we get every angle of the meteoric rise to fame which has lobbed bands across the heavens since those heady mid-70s days.