Failed Pilot

The following represent the cold side of the pillow right now:

The new Open Hand album (not for everyone, though, but I will not use the “guilty pleasure” cop out), the Nightingales 7″ (”Idiot Strength” on Rough Trade, 1981) won cheap on eBay to prove there’s still something for me in OG post-punk, Gerard Cosloy’s website (www.cantstopthebleeding.com), an Urge Overkill song that I loved as a teen (”Emmaline”), Big Bad Love by Larry Brown, the fact that I decided to exhume The Cimarron Weekend, the later and disliked Descendents albums (I Don’t Want To Grow Up, Enjoy, and All), the first song on the forthcoming Pernice Brothers album (”There Goes The Sun”), finding my ripped-from-Soulseek burns of The Conet Project, Kubrick’s “The Killing”, my new (to me) Volvo station wagon, that I sent out 7 different pitches tonight, the first Emitt Rhodes album, and having a load of new ideas. Nothing is sexier than a good idea.

How’s that for fluff?

While trying to update/assemble the perfect portfolio of online clips (I’m putting together a query), I came across these very nice words from a stranger. I needed the lift.

A band chose the name “The George Jonestown Massacre.”

During the year 2004, the pop-punk band The Methadones released a full-length titled “Not Economically Viable.” It is a concept album about the 1993 Joel Schumacher’s Michael Douglas/Robert Duvall vehicle, Falling Down.

Corey Feldman’s introductory scene in Meatballs 4 features the actor parachuting from a plane, wearing water skis, and somehow skiing to a dock, where he is welcomed as the movie’s hero/funny guy. “Ricky!! Ricky’s here!!!”

The first Meatballs film does not hold up.

Sparks.

The writing style in the thick, thorough, TV Guide Film and Video Companion is oddly caustic, funny, and critical.

It’s taken me until RIGHT NOW to read Robert Stone.