Friday, June 30, 2006

The Price of Fame?



Yesterday I’m in the supermarket, produce department. A Young woman while trying to pick out a bell pepper ends up sending vegetables a flying all over the floor. I walk over and help her pick up, making a comment to the effect that I do this all the time. “It’s why surgery was never a career choice for me” I said. My voice seemed to startle her.

“I know you “ she said, “you sing at the bar. My friends keep saying how good you are.”

I nodded. I was about to tell her about our gig when she said “nice to meet you” put her pepper in her basket and left. She didn’t run away from me per say – but it sure felt like that.

Guess she had heard about Stacy. I should get used to this.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

I Have to get this book



I really really jealous here – I should have thought of that. Still the Enemy Below suggests I try writing a book on the history and art of bad movies – which I’ll mull over for a while. I mean I know a lot but I don’t know everything – for example I know little about the bad movies of the silent era – but then has anyone complied a list of the bad movies of the silent era?

And there are so many bad movies, some of which are simply badly done dull junk (I’d give an example but they escape me here), some are the campy good bad movies (plan 9 from outer space for example), and some make you wish that the movie makers parents had strangled him in his cradle so that no one would have to endure something like that (Manos, The Mesa of Lost Women).

As I think this along I see that bad movies fall into several broad categories, categories that reflect the period in which these movies were made.

1) The mega bomb – Big Stars big budgets and huge messes. Things like Batman and Robin, The Last Action Hero, Waterworld, Hudson Hawk, Catwoman, The Scarlet Letter and The Exorcist Part II fit comfortable here. While these films are all bad in different ways, they share in common that somebody’s ego took the wheel and drove the project off the cliff be it director or star or studio head or all of them.

2) B-Movies. Now back when everybody went to the movies once a week, the theaters needed new movies once a week and well sometimes the quality could be a bit off. In the beginning B movies were under card of a double feature – in the 30’s and 40’s a night at the movies got you a Serial a newsreel, cartoon, maybe a short, a B picture and the main feature. Nobody really cared about their quality as long at the damn thing was about 65 minutes long. None of these films are really as bad as they are dull timewasters.

3) The Drive in movies
In the 50’s with the advent of TV, the audience going to the movies skewed younger – more parents were staying at home to watch wrestling or the Milton Berle show, while teenagers kept going. But the teenagers wanted different types of movies than their parents. For one thing monster movies. Meantime the Major studios were spending more money on fewer films (the first blockbuster era was upon us – Ben Hur, El Cid, et al). Soo these small operators showed up and theater owners, especially the drive in theater owners realized that it really didn’t mater much what the heck they put up on the screen at all since folks were there to neck. Yeah they might like a thrill or too but mostly it was just background noise to couples making out. So American International and even smaller studios started to churn out trash by the bucket full – some of it was goofy (I was a teenage whatever) some of it was just god-awful (The giant Mantis) but it did the job. I suspect the long boring stretches in the middle of these films were there so the guy could make a move on the girl.

This was almost if you will the golden age of bad movies – distributors really didn’t care what the hell was on the screen as long as it was cheap – and oh god where they cheap. It was in this fever swamp that movies like Plan Nine from Outer Space and Robot Monster and Red Zone Cuba saw the light of day.

4) The Indies

Its funny these days an independent film is likely to be about say a couples problems with real life issues like childlessness or drug use where as in the 60-70’s an indy film was more likely to be about brain eating zombies. This, this is were the absolute bottom of the barrel exists – In the formof things like Manos the Hands of Fate and all those Gore gore films.

More as I think of it.

Monday, June 26, 2006

We have fans?


This is weird for me – and for the enemy below as well – we aren’t used to fans, I spent about 10 years singing things to mostly blank stares. I even remember playing an open mike night at the Café A anti folk fest and getting pretty much of a “huh”? reaction from the assembled hipsters. Not sure why – it could be just – as one ex suggested – that folk was just the wrong milieu. Folk, even antifolk – it’s a serious business and there seemed to be no place for my stuff there. One of the places I went to for years was the Fast folk Café and never really felt like folks got it there. Which is why, to round back to my opening point, fans puzzle me.

It’s just so odd to me, to hear someone talk about how great our stuff is. It could be of course my complete lack of anything even remotely like a healthy sense of self esteem talking here but I do find it puzzling. Still it’s great that I have found folks that no matter how beyond the bounds of what people normally do, they will be there for it, are interested in what we’re saying. So even if I seem a little off put by your complements, please don’t feel hurt – We really appreciate this . A lot.


What we do, basically is cock a snook at the formulas. Or most recent song (I’m Sorry) uses lovely cords, the enemy below’s singing voice and poetic lyrics to set a mood, then use the grotesque chorus and bridge to, basically, kick the chair out from under the very mood we’ve set up. It’s funny as hell but there is a nervous edge to the laughter.

Which is what we want.

Notes on other stuff:

US soccer team: Over hyped and over matched. Yes the call against you on Ghana was bad but lord god you had 45 minutes to try and turn it around. Let me put it another way, Manchester United (who I am not that fond of) would have gotten their pull from a call like that not gone into a shell. That’s what good teams do, not fall asleep until the 60th minute of the game.

Various talking head pundits tried to get a handle on what this will do for US Soccer, and not one of them was able to say the blunt truth – nothing good – without the World Cup Nike’s money will dry up. Media interest here will slacken and within two years you’ll be hard pressed to remember if there ever was a US Soccer team.

And it isn’t going to help the MLS either - which doesn’t play very exciting brand of the soccer – since it was mentioned a lot that most of the US players played for the MLS, which in the eyes of the outside world ranks alongside, or below the Scottish Premier league.

Why are they doing a Broadway musical on the Disney movie Tarzan? What next a movie about a magic remote control (oh sorry).

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

some photos



Me and the Insect Girl while singing People with Insect heads


Tip: never answer the door for the pizzia delivery guy wearing this.



Another pic of us and the Insect girl.

Friday, June 16, 2006

I'm Not Okay - Okay?






Writer’s block or something is making me crazy – I look at a piece of paper and I feel like my head turns to stone (ELO song long ago memory best not dealt with here – old flame who broke my heart twice no less). I know this feeling, I’m forcing stuff – I have a few titles and a few notes but nothing is coming – like you care but this is a blog so I will be as self indulgent as I choose to (which isn’t much but still its something).

You get the point that you just stare a piece of paper and you head goes blank – you get the feeling if you stare long enough you will forget how to breathe or something – there is in zen and the Japanese fencing or any sort of martial art the idea that you are perfectly aware of everything about you but you are not focused on anything, no ego, but here all I see I a blank page and all I feel is my own superego beating me up “you’re stale you’ve gone down this path before and you’ve done this before” A voice in my head that I have to tell to shut the hell up before I can get anything done.

I do have a lot on my mind these days, I’m broke, no savings, my job maybe in jeopardy and I just bounced a check to the landlord – (I have the money it just didn’t get credited in time). And things are just a god-awful mess and will be for another month or more. It’s kind of hard to be funny except in the most black manner under these circumstances.





Movie talk:

I note with little surprise that Nacho Libre has not made a great impression on the critics – The instant I saw the ad – The poster had Jack Back in tights – bad enough but on the side of Madison Square Garden - damn thing was15 times the size of god. The effect was so ugly and stupid that I groaned aloud when I saw it. “This is going to be a bad dumb film” I thought.

Now professional wrestling is pretty silly and masked wrestlers are pretty silly but you if you try and ridicule it you’re not going to have a funny film. The El Santo films can be hysterical but that’s because of the microscopic budgets the films had the cheesy costumes and the surreal element of El Santo and the Blue Demon walking around with wrestling masks and sport coats and nobody thinking it was anything out of the ordinary. But if you’re doing a Luca Libre film you should at least have some affection for it. Nacho seems nasty with a trace of racism on the side - a Mexican accent seems funny to a lot of people it marks you as slow witted dumb ass or a bandit – I wonder if Mexicans find American Accented Spanish funny.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Some Pictures From O'Hanlan's


The hardest working men in the bar


There isn't much I won't do for a laugh




And yes I'm fat and I sweat.


later I have to watch the world cup

Friday, June 09, 2006

We have a gig -


Very quickly – it’s a busy day – we have a gig at Otto’s – July 15th 8 pm. I will also post pictures later.
More stuff later- I promise.