AFF: Monday April 23rd

[my comments assume that you’ve already read the AFF description that I link to in each movie title]

Red Without Blue — I just didn’t see much unique or compelling in this; it does makes you think about how people need companionship to survive, and shows what kinds of things can happen when that companionship is removed. Not one of the best I’ve seen, but I didn’t ever have the urge to walk out either.

Revolution ’67 — The Newark riots of July 1967. A mismash of facts and interviews, chaotic flow, stupid graphics, and a severe POV problem, like a push poll. In 90 minutes I saw just one really interesting point about how the police distorted the facts about the presence of black snipers — used to justify their ugly response which resulted in over 20 bystander deaths, all at the point of police bullets. Makes the point that the urban riots of 1964-1968 (500 of them) have been suppressed in historical views of the 60’s and civil rights era as not being relevant, and this documentary serves to try to correct that. As with nearly all docs, I’m glad I went and learned something, in this case about late 60’s urban politics and police lies, but on balance this was a pretty bad doc.

AFF: Sunday April 22nd

[my comments assume that you’ve already read the AFF description that I link to in each movie title]

My Mexican Shiva — I was running a tight schedule on Sunday and this would have fit if they had started the screening anything close to on time. I bailed when it was 15 minutes after start time and they hadn’t even let us into the theater yet. I was really only going to see this on the pedigree of Sayles and Renzi. Instead I went to go see a couple laps of the last stage of the Tour de Georgia zipping through the streets of Midtown. Got a sunburn. Killer Of Sheep — booked into the festival as a “classic”, and wow it sure qualifies. I’ll admit I’d never heard of it, but it’s deserving of it all. A loose narrative view into the lives of poor and lower middle-class blacks trying to claw their way out of the LA ghetto in the 70’s.

Sacred Sights Of The Dalai Lamas — someday the Chinese will loosen their stranglehold on Tibet a little bit and allow a real film crew to go in and document all these sights, but in the meantime this is about as good as it gets. Notwithstanding the shaky handheld shots, a beautiful introduction to the temples of Tibet and Buddhist practice itself.

Salud! — Cuba trains doctors and send them to needy developing nations (Gambia, South Africa, Honduras) and makes the U.S. look like chumps in the process. Our health care system is so hopelessly screwed up. But it’s nothing that Congress can’t fix, right?

Taxidermia — screening cancelled. Any email alert to IMAGE members? Nope!

AFF: Saturday April 21st

[my comments assume that you’ve already read the AFF description that I link to in each movie title]

The Blood of Yingzhou District — AIDS orphans scraping out lives for themselves in huts; orphaned toddlers ostracized by their own extended family and wandering outside with the farm animals; a total lack of AIDS education means that people are afraid to even attempt to care for the orphans. An astonishing local practice that led to this problem: blood brokers would come to a village, buy blood donations from the villagers and then collect it in a single vessel, extract the plasma and then reinject the blood back into the villagers so that they could donate again more quickly. Oh my god.

Sari’s Mother — by James Longley. Long, beautiful, meditative shots of the poor in rural Iraq, dealing with a completely non-functional health system. I really need to see his Iraq In Fragments.

The Paper — Even though it’s “just” a newsroom for a college paper, it’s still a real pressure cooker environment; they have the same pressures and constant debating of ethical issues, what to print, circulation concerns. Fast paced, well edited, energetic soundtrack, fast moving like the newsroom itself. Single-man crew allowed him to really get in there in the middle of the newsroom situations.

Third Monday of October — There are few things as painful as listening to 8th graders talk about national politics. That itself nearly drove me from the theater (well, that and the lady next to me who delighted at length in every little kernel of humor tossed out). Fortunately both let up after 15 minutes or so. These are the kids that will, later in college, assume the form of what I call “resume stuffing SGA goons”. Also reminded me of the great TNR article about College Republicans and how their abuse of each other in CR campaigns (Rove, Norquist, Reed, etc.) gives them the balls to pull off the dirty tricks in the big campaigns when they grow up. Anyway, I could have lived without seeing this doc.

Dante’s Inferno — a bit sillier than I expected; dragged a bit; lots of current partisan political satire integrated in; it’s certainly entertaining to see Cheney embedded in the ice of Dante’s lowest level of Hell, various figures of history being subjected to various tortures for eternity. Cheney’s soul was already in hell because he’s undead or something like that … A unique and brisk treatment of the 700-year-old classic.

Murder Party — an entertaining diversion. I generally couldn’t care less about this gorefest stuff (e.g. Shaun of the Dead and all that) and this didn’t change that opinion much. It was fun enough to watch and I didn’t walk out … The quiet sodium amytal scene at the center of the movie was pretty funny. I just see a lot of this stuff as endlessly derivative, and at the indie level it just feels like all of these kids are making this garbage as their calling card just so that they can get into the Hollywood machine and make proper big budget gore crap. Seems like kind of a waste to me, but it was definitely entertaining and well put together. This was directed by Jeremy Saulnier, the same guy who shot Hamilton, which was a completely different movie but also beautifully shot.

AFF: Friday April 20th

[my comments assume that you’ve already read the AFF description that I link to in each movie title]

The TV Set — David Duchovny plays a bearded nebbish of a writer trying to get his shows through the pilot stage and onto the air. Sigourney Weaver steals all her scenes as a viciously stupid yet enormously powerful network executive. Lots of great characters and acting. Written and directed by Jake Kasdan, son of Lawrence Kasdan (big Hollywood writer / producer), so that probably helped him get an early perspective on the corrosive atmosphere of the SoCal entertainment industry. It takes the most well-intentioned talent and slowly whittles them down to the size and shape needed to be part of the machine that pumps crap like “According to Jim” into the nation’s living rooms. Good movie! Although really this isn’t what I’m here to see, with the big names and laughs and all. Nonetheless, very entertaining, recommended, a lot like the hilarious The Comeback, an HBO comedy that starred Lisa Kudrow as a slightly past-her-prime comedic actress trying to goose her career back into the limelight.

12:08 East Of Bucharest — Ah yes, the IMAGE of old rears its head. First, they start the movie 15-20 minutes late. Then, the aspect ratio is wrong and everybody’s got fat heads. Then, their are no subtitles for the Romanian dialogue on screen. Time goes by, people in the audience laugh at the situation, some start trickling out. After about 10 minutes I gave up and walked out, to find AFF staff in the lobby apologizing and handing out vouchers. Apparently they’d received the wrong version of the film, or at least couldn’t figure out how to get the subtitles up. But do they go into the theater and let everyone know? No. Sigh. I hope this isn’t representative of the rest of the festival. 2005 was a mess, 2006 was virtually perfect, so 2007 … ? OK, so I got to go home early. Saturday and Sunday will be full days.

Atlanta Film Festival

It’s that time of the year again, time for the annual Atlanta Film Festival, during which I take the whole week off of work and try to see as much as I can. I’ll be posting my remarks here daily for the next week, although I’m already two days behind because it started Friday night. I’ve seen 6 or 7 movies and my head is spinning. More to come!

A eulogy for Mom

It’s six months ago today that my mother died. Last week we reunited the entire extended family, including about a dozen relatives from Germany, at my mother’s house in NJ and spread her ashes at the base of a newly planted flowering tree (a Saucer Magnolia) in the backyard of the house that she designed and lived in for 20 years.

In the past six months I’ve thought of many things.

I’ve thought of how beautiful the spring season in Atlanta is right now, and how I always wanted to share that with her and put her to work in my yard.

I’ve thought about that awful light jazz soft rock that she liked to play on the stereo in her house, and how horrible that was for the music snob in me.

I’ve thought about her frugality; how she taught us to save money, pay off credit cards, be very careful about taking on new loans, and how she demonstrated to us how to slowly make ourselves wealthy.

I’ve thought about how you had to prepare for her visits, and I don’t mean clean the house, I mean invent projects for her to work on because she was a blitzkrieg of project making. Yardwork, carpentry, tilework — her idea of a vacation was to work on projects in somebody else’s house.

I’ve thought about when I was a boy, I told her I’d buy her a Mercedes when I got rich.

I’ve thought about how she got rheumatic fever as a child, and for her entire life had to live with a serious heart problem, and that it’s really a miracle that she was going strong at 65.

I’ve thought about how strange it is that just a month earlier she had turned 65 and was finally able to stop paying those exorbitant medical insurance premiums.

I’ve thought about how she was always interested to talk about science and hear about the technology that I was working on, and how we joked that in a later time she probably would have become an engineer herself.

I’ve thought about how I can’t just call her up anymore.

I’ve thought about how sorry I am that I didn’t get to go on our planned trip to the Galapagos Islands, but how happy she was to know that she would finally be going.

I’ve thought about how she made a custom piece of stained glass artwork for our renovated bathroom, but never got to see it in place in our house.

I’ve thought about how strong-willed all three of her children are, and how we got that from our mother.

I’ve thought about how someone at the October gathering said that she made you think that you were the most important person in the world to her.

I’ve thought about how she built the house for herself, and how perfect she made it for herself.

I’ve thought about how she was the center of the family, and how her house is now the center of the family, and how wonderful it is that, with Julienne’s help, we will be able to keep the house in the family.

I’ve thought about how her final resting place is right in the backyard of her home, under a new tree, in view of the bird feeder.

music: Band Of Susans

[for the soundtrack to this post, you have two options:

1. If it’s before 11pm ET Sunday March 25th, then listen to the mp3 archive of Jon’s show, then jump ahead to the 3rd item in the playlist (the Sun2300.mp3 file), then fast forward 2m45s. Alternatively, download the last hour of the show via this and this direct link to the 30 minute mp3 chunks. That’s not the BoS album I’m writing about, since Jon played a later album, but it’s close enough.

2. Play these four videos from Youtube, but realize that until today I hadn’t seen those and I’m not really writing about the videos, I’m writing about a band and how they fit into my life years ago.

3. Go to this apparent BoS Myspace page and, after the page loads, click on the song titles in the player section in the upper right corner. Still not Love Agenda, but eh you get the gist of it. Ah, Web 2.0.]

Jon Kincaid’s Personality Crisis (also blog) is one of a handful of weekly WREK shows that I keep up with religiously. On the third Sunday of the month he closes the 2-hour show with an album in its entirety. Classic in Jon’s context means a seminal punk / no-wave / new-wave recording, typically from the 80s or maybe the late 70s. Past artists have included Green On Red, The Pretenders, Meat Puppets, etc.

So last Sunday he launches into the album (never preannounced, you just need to figure it out) and I immediately recognize the sound. That unmistakable roar of Fender guitars and sinewy bass lines. Band Of Susans!

It was a real shock to hear an old Band Of Susans record featured by Jon. I mean, I didn’t think that they were that important to rock music in general, although they certainly were important to me. Let’s fire up the old wayback machine, shall we?

I spent the last couple years of high school and the first year or so of college burning through the classic rock catalog. There’s all that data that any classic rock nerd is supposed to know, and I was just absorbing it all. Just the usual AOR crap, memorizing the output of Led Zep, AC/DC, The Police, Guns ‘N Roses, etc. and hearing all the stories (possibly apocryphal) about the rockstar antics of the aforementioned. Just nothing really interesting or threatening, but I think you do need to get through it to understand where the whole corporate radio machine stands so you can start to recognize what they’re leaving out (which is 99% of everything) and move on from there.

Don’t get me wrong, I still find myself entertained by a lot of that crap nowadays, but now it’s less of the aforementioned bands and more of T Rex, Blue Cheer, Cheap Trick, early Black Sabbath, etc.

So, anyway, by the 2nd year of college I’d bored of 96 Rock and moved on to dabbling in “college rock”. R.E.M., The Church, Concrete Blonde, Let’s Active, all fairly interesting to me at the time. So basically at this point I was plowing through the WRAS playlist, and that lasted about 6 months. I started to recognize that the WRAS DJs actually had less of a clue than me, and those little bonmots of info they had for each record (“the Sisters Of Mercy were formed by former members of the Mission”) were just being read off a little index card. Well, shit, I can do that, so in late 1988 I wandered into the studio of WREK and signed up for their little training. A few lazy months later, after some training sessions with Beth Stettler (who to my newly refined counterculture eyes was the cutest chick ever) I was suddenly on the air.

At WREK that means that you get to play pretty much whatever you want BUT you only get to select from the records that have been “programmed”, meaning preselected by some folks at WREK who have a musical clue. And right off the bat, my favorite band was Band Of Susans. To my male cockrock ears, those roaring guitars were just the most accessible. I made a cassette tape of that album, Love Agenda, put Steve Tibbets on the other side, and pretty much played that cassette over and over for about a year (the previous resident in the tape player probably having been my Rush tape, “Moving Pictures” or “Signals” or some such). You know how you’re so familiar with an album that you know what song’s next and start humming the opening notes in anticipation? Love Agenda was that album for me in 1989. From the ominous bass line in “Pursuit Of Happiness” that opens the album, to the chiming chords of “Tourniquet”, that album has some neural networks dedicated to it in my head somewhere.

I don’t really know much of their later albums, although the album that Jon played (“The Word And The Flesh”) sounded familiar enough to my ears. That’s the thing about working at WREK, or really any college radio station with a similar mission: you just find yourself suddenly confronted with this huge world of music that you didn’t know existed, and new music that is the greatest thing you’ve ever heard is quickly eclipsed by even more greatness.

Haven’t listened to them in many years, and I couldn’t find the cassette this week, so I must have thrown it out in a cleaning fit. Here’s to Poss and Stenger et al, I hope they’re doing well these days.

Our band could be your life: Jawbreaker

Our band could be your life: Jawbreaker

Note: I drafted this post in 2007 but as you can see I never finished it and I definitely never published it. In 2025, when Typepad shut down and I moved this entire blog to a new domain, I discovered this old post sitting here drafted. I am publishing it now as-is (backdated to 2007) to capture my notes, which are about the band Jawbreaker. It’s just a pile of thoughts, with snippets of lyrics, and honestly there’s a decent chance that I forgot about this draft and then wrote it up again (and published it) later. So this could totally be a duplicate. That said, here I go, pushing the publish button …

Unfun: Fine Day, Busy, Down,

I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house I drove so fast The wind it couldn’t cool me down so I turned it around and came back up from Chesterfield King off Bivouac

When it all comes down I can show you something you will not believe When it all comes down We’re gonna see a real masterpiece from the tense hardcore fury of Donatello off Bivouac

Seven hundred miles to play for fifteen angry men I need some sleep from Tour Song off Bivouac

This is Jennings, your anesthesist I think we’re going through the mouth from Outpatient off 24 Hour Revenge Therapy

We’re killing Each other By sleeping in Save Your Generation

Silly sugary propulsive pop punk

Fireman off Dear You

I dreamed we were still going out Had that one a few times now Woke up to find we were not It’s good to be awake

Most Jawbreaker songs are pretty much about relationships

tension, breakup, reconciliation, all the nail biting drama that goes with being friends or lovers with someone

but Dear You is this at its most condensed and concise. It’s somewhat buried in Rob Cavallo’s gigantic Corporate Rock bombastic production, with seventeen guitars and compressed drums, but the sentiments are still there and the lyrics still resonate. Still, it’s not very representative of Jawbreaker and not really how I like to remember them.

Adam and Blackball and reissues

Jets To Brazil

endgame: nirvana tour, signing with dgc, breakup

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word: haruspicy

haruspicy: In Roman practice inherited from the Etruscans, a haruspex (plural haruspices) was a man trained to practice a form of divination called haruspicy, hepatoscopy or hepatomancy. Haruspicy is the inspection of the entrails of sacrificed animals, especially the livers of sacrificed sheep. The rites were paralleled by other rites of divination such as the interpretation of lightning strikes, of the flight of birds (augury), and of other natural omens. (from Wikipedia)

This was one of the Round 3 words at the annual Atlanta spelling bee (aka Orthographic Meet) that was held last weekend. I’ve been going to it for a few years since my friend Ed Martin turned me on to it. Ed is a middle-aged man with a thick Southern drawl and a slightly goofy demeanor, but don’t let that fool you, he’s whip smart.

Now, this is not the kids spelling bee, and there’s nobody standing in front of a microphone. About a hundred or so literati gather at Manuel’s Tavern on the third Saturday in February and do their best at the 50 words that Ed and his overread pals have selected for that year. Four rounds, with only the highest scoring folks moving on from each round.

Round 1 examples: “gaffe”, “solder”, “concede”; all words that a reasonably smart person should be able to spell

Round 2 examples: “sagittal”, “foie gras”; “duende”; words that you’ve probably heard of but would have some trouble getting

Round 3 examples: “fractile”, “rhabdomancer”, “demesne” ; words that you’ve probably never heard of and so you’re just going to have to wing it based on the pronunciation and the definition

Round 4 examples: “sericious”, “ajimez”, “balmacaan”; words that are just impossible to spell. Often they’ll be of non-English origin (frequently Arabic, damn transliteration!) but have somehow wormed their way into the English dictionary. Perhaps you’ll get lucky with a word that you’ve heard of — one year they had “shanachie” which would be familiar to folk musicians both by the definition and the fact that it’s the name of a record label. But probably you’ll just stifle a groan and reach for your beer.

I go every year just hoping to A) get through Round 1 without embarrassing myself and B) make it through Round 2. I think that happened once. Otherwise we just sit around and drink and wonder about the lives of the folks that make it to the last round …

Here are the 2000 and 2001 words, with sound files so you can give it a shot yourself. See you at Manuel’s in 2008!

Six Years and the Damage Done

It should be fun (read: nauseating) to watch Congress in the coming days and months.

The days after Election Day 2004 were terribly depressing for me personally, because most of the items below were known problems before the election, and yet Bush still got reelected. A system that is supposed to have checks and balances, is supposed to correct itself, failed to do so and so four years of rampant destruction to the fabric of our society were seemingly endorsed by the electorate. No amount of patching in the years to come can correct this. The damage is done.

Specifically, between Jan 2001 and Jan 2007, our government managed to pull off:

– Centralizing power within the executive branch to an unprecedented degree

– Attacking a sovereign country for no reason, with questionable intelligence and in a manner with which the military disagreed, and lying about it all

– Democrats inability to call a duck a duck and offer the clear and obvious answers to the endlessly repeated rhetorical question “why did we attack Iraq”? Answer: to liquidate the assets of our Treasury into private hands, now essentially completed.

– Squandering worldwide goodwill after the Sept. 11th attacks

– Isolating the State Department from the Iraq process and eliminating any hope that we could fix Iraq after we broke it, to paraphrase Colin Powell

– Placing on the Supreme Court two far-right justices, and stacking the lower federal courts with many more

– Cutting taxes during wartime, an unprecedented event, leading to a wrecked budget, hobbled middle class and endangered long-term economy

– Passing the PATRIOT Act, the No Child Left Behind Act, the Medicare Drug bill, the Bankruptcy bill (hideous,all) and a number of massive tax cuts

– Rolling back and/or refusing to enforce a host of basic regulatory protections

– Appointing industry officials to oversee regulatory agencies

– Defunding the preparation budget of FEMA, leading years later to the disastrous Katrina response.

– Establishing a greater role for religion through faith-based initiatives

– Passing Orwellian-titled legislation assaulting the environment — “The Healthy Forests Act” and the “Clear Skies Initiative” — to deforest public lands, and put more pollution in our skies

– Refusing to face up to global warming and doing pathetically little about the country’s dependence on foreign oil

– Distorting elections by the 3 to 1 money advantage of Republicans, an impressive turnout machine driving ultra conservative voters to polls, and election machine fraud obvious to any technical observer

– Violating the wiretapping (telecommunications) laws

– Violating the FISA laws

– Torturing of enemy combatants in violation of everything we stand for

– needlessly capitulating in the Microsoft anti-trust case

– liquidation of our civil liberties as demonstrated by Guantanamo, Padilla, NSA wiretaps, and so on.

– Careful neutering of the mainstream press, using access to “unnamed government sources” to manipulate them into publishing and substantiating the administration’s lies, using “embedded reporters” to distort objectivity and serve military interests,

– “Extraordinary rendition” allowing us to see that our enemies (er, the administrations enemies, hmmmm) are sent to foreign countries where they can be tortured in secret prisons. Case after case of citizens secreted away from their home countries to be tortured, on the basis of what rule of law?

Casualties: the rule of law, our civil liberties, our belief in our own democracy.

Drag, isn’t it?

I’m just sayin’, it’s good sometimes to take stock of how far we’ve come.