Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
What the … July 24?!
THE FRENCH DISPATCH brings to life a collection of stories from the final issue of an American magazine published in a fictional 20th-century French city. It stars Benicio del Toro, Adrien Brody, Tilda Swinton, Léa Seydoux, Frances McDormand, Timothée Chalamet, Lyna Khoudri, Jeffrey Wright, Mathieu Amalric, Stephen Park, Bill Murray and Owen Wilson.
Never heard of these Portland screamers from the late 70s – early 80s. Apparently they were very influential on the whole PNW grunge movement, but we won’t hold that against them.
https://youtu.be/IKyclhfbojo
I can’t wait to dig into this …
Mr. Bernardo Esquivel paints!
Now get and there and really suck balls.
”Masturbation boosts your immune system and raises your white blood cell count, helping you fight off infection and illness.”
Way to go, science. More here.
Thank Christ and you’re welcome.
I never really had the classic “I’m in college so I like M.C. Escher” phase, so I’m kind of enjoying this stuff now. The above video is not available in your region, bastard, but hopefully will be soon. I included the trailer mostly for Graham Nash’s cleavage.
The podcast is good.
These guys came up on this here blog recently, which I guess is what put this song in my head. Back in the late 70’s, I occasionally took some flak for liking these guys from people trying a little too hard to be cool. Whatever. For me the only valid criteria are: can they write, and can they play & sing? I think their hits proved they could write, and this polished and disciplined live video shows that they could fucking play. These are guys at the top of their craft, making it look easy. Note how they nail the Abbey Road-like vocal harmonies near the end, all while playing instruments and enduring the various discomforts of a live show. Anyway, Alex Chilton once told me he liked them too, so there.
That said, although I love the verses and chorus of this song, I’ve always had a problem with the instrumental break. To my ears it’s too busy, and the good-timey dixieland clarinet clashes with the pensive mood of the song. I guess if you have a dedicated woodwind player, you’ve gotta let him do his bit. But overall, it’s still a great song. And of course everyone who plays an MM Stingray is a badass.