Iggy pop’s new song Gardenia
is fantastic (I must learn the bassline) and beautiful and makes me right
excited for his new album Post Pop
Depression set to drop in March. I
must say this album is badly needed right now and I am deeply grateful for this
surprise.
Honestly, Nite Flights
by the Walker Brothers has to be one of the very best songs ever. Is it accurate to cite it to The Walker
Brothers or should I just say Scott Walker?
I think technically the former is correct but we all know the latter is
the real truth. It’s just a brilliant
and beautiful piece of work with some of the purest lyrics I’ve come
across. I like to drive around at night
while listening to it. It has some great
covers too!
My hand is going to fall off.
These first two new episodes of The X-Files have been simply sumptuous! I feel like a child again, anticipating each
new reveal and analyzing every moment, sneaking peeks at the swimsuit and
underwear pages of my mother’s copy of Newport
News during the commercial breaks and not fully understanding the joyous
reaction those photos inspire in me.
Those were the glory days of youth and I’m reliving them in full force
these days. What a return! Two old friends and we’re together again.
I recently purchased Troma’s deluxe DVD release of the 1976
Australian exploitation flick Mad Dog
Mrogan. Upon starting it up and
watching the first couple seconds the first thing I said was “Holy mother of
God, this transfer looks like absolute dog shit!” I would bet my bottom bitch and bottom dollar
that this was a VHS bootleg copied to disc.
No matter. True, I would rather
have a version that didn’t look like someone had pissed all over it but I’m
just pleased as punch to have another great Hopper film in my collection. It should also be known that director Philippe
Mora is the man responsible for adapting Whitley Strieber’s bestselling true
story alien abduction account Communion to
the big screen. The flick of the same
name starred Christopher Walken and left me a terrified quivering mess as a
child though it did not scare me quite as bad as the book which resulted in a
lifetime of sleepless nights.
I listened to the album Lodger
several times yesterday: once during breakfast, once during lunch, once during
my intense sweaty workout at the gym and then again during dinner and again
while re-watching Mad Dog Morgan. I love
this album. I also listened to it the night before while I finished the Philip
K. Dick novel Ubik. I’m a big Dick fan but I can safely say I
understood very little of that book. I
think I’d like to read a book about mathematics and chemistry soon. Then maybe I’ll just throw myself in the
river. I’m a squid. I listened to Lodger again this morning.
Thank You and you so much for Lodger.
I think I’m having a mild cardiac event.
I ate already prepared meatloaf and macaroni & cheese for
dinner along with a tall glass of water (straight up, no ice). While eating I couldn’t help but ponder my
own rampant uselessness but, to be fair, this happens a great deal in my
life. While tuning into the nightly news
on Telemundo I was devastated to find that Maria Celeste (swoon) had opted to
wear a pant suit instead of her usual skirt and hosiery laden ensemble (how
often I’ve dreamed of being the slave made to worship those feet after she’s
had a hard frustrating day of getting to the truth and reporting the
news). I wept silently to myself and
wondered how this already putrid day could become any more rancid.
Season 2 of Lucha
Underground premieres tonight. I’m
so excited I may have no choice but to take my own life shortly before the
premiere to quash my debilitating enthusiasm.
Avid followers of my tortured work know of my passion for professional
wrestling and also know of the deep pain and frustration I’ve felt over the
lack of truly great product in the past decade or so. The first season of Lucha Underground was a head-exploding masterpiece and I’ve often
lain awake at nights these past few months imagining how season 2 may go. I think I’ll buy a new box of Cap N’ Crunch
cereal along with a big tall bottle of frosty goat’s milk (cause cows are for
calves) and then relax on my bourgeois sofa while watching the premiere seven
times in a row. I’m madly in love with
Sexy Star and Catrina. I need them in my
life. Though I know they would never
give me the time of day because I’m a disgusting diseased animal. These sentiments have been uttered
before. I am surprised by nothing. My pleasures are simple. My desires are so impure. I want to savor this precious moment right
now before the premiere. If Lucha Underground follows the same
pattern as just about everything in my life – devolving into a crushing
disappointment – than I want to remember everything about this wonderful time
that comes before the inevitable crash.
Though is it possible that this can stave off my life’s curse and stay its
incredible course?! Please let it be
so. I just love it so much! It’s a beautiful show! I can encourage anyone – lovers and haters of
professional wrestling alike – to watch!
The Berlin Trilogy and many before and after saved me and
will continue to live and thrive inside of me until I am dead. And now I have the 100 before me. I wonder if I will be able to get through
them all. I think I will chop them up
and draw from a hat. Cat People is a fantastic fucking song
from a fantastic fucking album. I can’t
believe how long I metaphorically slept on that song. I’m such a fucking idiot. I now suddenly have a craving for strudel
with cream. Maybe I’ll wash it down with
a tall frosty glass of milk or maybe with an espresso with two teaspoons of
sugar.
I’ve been eating a lot of pomegranate lately, great
fruit. I’m in the mood for love. Few things please me more than gorgeous
cinematography. Denier is one of those
things, especially when combined with the lead singer for Ecuadorian group
Encanto Latino. Oh wow, all that dancing
under that hot sun…oh please…. I remain
a slave to my passions.
Am I somehow somewhere getting my footing back? "Damned if I know," he said.
My night will likely culminate like so many of nights: me
bursting into tears while watching La
Nave de los Monstruos.
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