In one week Leonard Peltier, veteran peace activist of the American Indian Movement and political prisoner (serving two consecutive life sentences since 1977 for allegedly murdering two FBI agents) is up for parole. Peltier has enormous, world wide support, hopefully it will bring justice to this ugly case this time around. We’ll keep you updated on the hearings.
I found a band extraordinarily similar to King Khan and the Shrines that I actually, yes actually, had an incredibly difficult time realizing that what I was listening to…wasn’t King Khan and the Shrines!
So what band do I speak of?
Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears!
A credit goes to WERS.org for introducing me to these soul geniuses.
1. Impulse over deliberation
2. Feeling over reason
3. Play over work
4. Instant gratification over long term satisfaction
5. Egoism over altruism
6. Narcissism over sociability
7. Entitlement over obligation
8. Individualism over community
9. Ignorance over knowledge
10. Speeding things up, accelerating vacations, and quick-fucking over taking things slowly, prolonged vacations, and committed relationships.
*The majority of the ideas expressed above come from the book Consumed by Benjamin R. Barber.
Comments: A shoe-gazey effort that literally does not make you want to stop looking at your shoes. That’s because upon listening your head will consistently (but very very slowly) be moving down and side to side. I wouldn’t say The Morning After Girls are purely psychedelic, but they are quite a spacey group. The first track “The Best Explanation” is a decent defense for my just mentioned claim. Picking things up to a more “alternative” level is “The General Public.” Present is a certain quality of mainstream rock instrumentation (like Dandy Warhols). Continue reading CD Review: Alone→
Hello all. This post I will be reviewing a true classic work. I speak of Luigi Pirandello’s play Six Characters in Search Of An Author. The basic synopsis of the play is a family of six crash a rehearsal of a humdrum comedy and try to convince the director/manager to put on the drama that is the family’s dirty laundry. Now, this is my absolute favorite play of all time. It seems to assess who we are as people and what family means. The dialogue seemingly flies off the page and takes flight. Not only is the dialogue extraordinary and deep, but the characters are the best I’ve ever seen. The main characters are The Father, The Mother, The Step-Daughter, The Son (my personal favorite), The Boy, The Child and The Director as well as other assorted members of the company. The way the family interacts with each other is the true definition of drama and tragedy. Overall, I believe this is Pirandello’s masterpiece as it won the Pulitzer prize in 1924. I highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys transcendental ideas as it blurs the lines between fact and fiction. I say again, in the words of Edward R. Murrow, “Good Night and Good Luck.”
…If only because “Veni Vidi Vici” and “Bad Kids” are in it.
The goodness does not stop there though. The entire soundtrack is filled with great songs:
There Goes The Fear – Doves
Sweet Disposition – The Temper Trap
Hero – Regina Spektor
Mushaboom – Feist
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want (2007) – The Smiths
Here Comes Your Man – Meaghan Smith
She’s Got You High – Mumm-ra
Us – Regina Spektor
You Make My Dreams – Hall & Oates
Quelqu’un M’a Dit – Carla Bruni
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths
Vagabond – Wolfmother
Bad Kids – The Black Lips
Bookends – Simon And Garfunkel
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want – She & Him
Story Of Boy Meets Girl (Original Music from Movie)
YAHOO! – NEW YORK – Frank McCourt, the beloved raconteur and former public school teacher who enjoyed post-retirement fame as the author of “Angela’s Ashes,” the Pulitzer Prize-winning “epic of woe” about his impoverished Irish childhood, died Sunday of cancer.
McCourt, who was 78, had been gravely ill with meningitis and recently was treated for melanoma, the deadliest form of skin cancer and the cause of his death, said his publisher, Scribner. He died at a Manhattan hospice, his brother Malachy McCourt said.
Until his mid-60s, Frank McCourt was known primarily around New York as a creative writing teacher and as a local character — the kind who might turn up in a New York novel — singing songs and telling stories with his younger brother Malachy and otherwise joining the crowds at the White Horse Tavern and other literary hangouts.
Didn’t read it, but from what other students have said…sounded good.