Reading the new Chuck Klosterman book finally, entitled Killing Yourself to Live. It's generally good, except when I disagree with him vehemently (the one mention of Joy Division is deprecatory, which turns into a dis on New Order as well...I often disagree with Chuck, but I usually agree to disagree. Those few sentences made me want to hit him).
But this, a mere footnote, was the most revelatory thing thusfar: "This actually isn't as coincidental as it might seem: Per capita, Minneapolis produced more rock critics than any city on earth. If you meet a rock critic who isn't from New York, there's a 33 percent chance they were raised (or once worked) in the Twin Cities."
Holy shit!! This seems vaguely unfair. After all, I merely moved to the major city most proximal to where I was raised, and a couple of years later this just happened to become my career goal. Funny how no one mentioned that somewhere along the line. Still, maybe this doesn't mean nothing but lots of competition. Maybe it's a good sign.
Trying to decide on going to the New Pornographers tonight or not. This wouldn't be an issue if I knew someone around here that a. liked going to shows (in particular the kind of shows I like) and b. had a car. Well, C'est la vie.*
*Nevermind. Show cancelled. Huh.
So, onto other rants:
Went to the library last evening (thus the Klosterman book), and damn was that a treasure hunt. I also got the new Barbara Ehrenreich book (Bait and Switch: The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream), the first Ghost World graphic novel collection, and three movies on VHS tape.
Now, the fact that I was excited to find all three of these says a lot about me as a person. The first film I found was My Dinner With Andre, which is apparently known internationally for being very philosophical and thus very boring, except I discovered about the time Waking Life came out that this is actually my favorite genre (films based entirely or almost entirely on mono- or dialogue, in fact. Check it: Tarantino and Kevin Smith are known for fast, biting dialogue. Many of my favs are largely voice-overed (Fight Club, High Fidelity, Apocalypse Now, and the rest are intensely conversational: Before Sunrise, Jackie Brown, Rear Window). Honestly, I have no idea what to think of this, except I guess I like movies that are basically life on film.
The second movie excited me even more, though in a vastly different way: Purple Rain. Never seen it, but the fact that it's set in my beloved city combined with my new love of Prince (damn you billbraskey!) made it a must the second I saw it. The third is The Hudsucker Proxy, exciting only because I like the Coen Brothers and Tim Robbins. But that's good enough, isn't it?
So I'll watch one or two of those tonight, maybe have some tequila sunrise, maybe or vinyl shopping.
I'm so alone.
But this, a mere footnote, was the most revelatory thing thusfar: "This actually isn't as coincidental as it might seem: Per capita, Minneapolis produced more rock critics than any city on earth. If you meet a rock critic who isn't from New York, there's a 33 percent chance they were raised (or once worked) in the Twin Cities."
Holy shit!! This seems vaguely unfair. After all, I merely moved to the major city most proximal to where I was raised, and a couple of years later this just happened to become my career goal. Funny how no one mentioned that somewhere along the line. Still, maybe this doesn't mean nothing but lots of competition. Maybe it's a good sign.
Trying to decide on going to the New Pornographers tonight or not. This wouldn't be an issue if I knew someone around here that a. liked going to shows (in particular the kind of shows I like) and b. had a car. Well, C'est la vie.*
*Nevermind. Show cancelled. Huh.
So, onto other rants:
Went to the library last evening (thus the Klosterman book), and damn was that a treasure hunt. I also got the new Barbara Ehrenreich book (Bait and Switch: The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream), the first Ghost World graphic novel collection, and three movies on VHS tape.
Now, the fact that I was excited to find all three of these says a lot about me as a person. The first film I found was My Dinner With Andre, which is apparently known internationally for being very philosophical and thus very boring, except I discovered about the time Waking Life came out that this is actually my favorite genre (films based entirely or almost entirely on mono- or dialogue, in fact. Check it: Tarantino and Kevin Smith are known for fast, biting dialogue. Many of my favs are largely voice-overed (Fight Club, High Fidelity, Apocalypse Now, and the rest are intensely conversational: Before Sunrise, Jackie Brown, Rear Window). Honestly, I have no idea what to think of this, except I guess I like movies that are basically life on film.
The second movie excited me even more, though in a vastly different way: Purple Rain. Never seen it, but the fact that it's set in my beloved city combined with my new love of Prince (damn you billbraskey!) made it a must the second I saw it. The third is The Hudsucker Proxy, exciting only because I like the Coen Brothers and Tim Robbins. But that's good enough, isn't it?
So I'll watch one or two of those tonight, maybe have some tequila sunrise, maybe or vinyl shopping.
I'm so alone.
just a random slogan i wrote in my journal a year or two ago.