You know what I like about Quentin Tarantino?
It's that he doesn't try to hide the fact that his movies are movies. Every time I see a driving scene in one of his movies, especially Pulp Fiction, I love to see not only a fake backround, but a black and white fake background. Plus, the beginning music shifts from freaking Pipeline to Jungle Boogie once a black guy shows up. And, he includes lines like, "When you pulled in here, did you see a sign that said 'Dead Nigger Storage' in the driveway?." Now I don't give a shit usually when the N-word appears in movies or song (worst word ever, by the way, besides "boy"), but when a skinny white dude says it to a black guy - provocative at least. Quite ballsy, even for gen-exed desensitized little ol' me.
Yeah, I guess there's that whole thing that he's totally immersed and educated in his craft. Encyclopedic knowledge of history of film, etc. As a jazz musician, I dig the importance of that.
Well, that's twice in one night. That's what happens when Ryan doesn't work Saturday night, has cramming to do, drinks three cups of coffee, then beer, and three glasses of bourbon. Here's to life. If you don't love it, what's the fucking point?
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Booze and Music. What Else?
OK, got some business to attend to first:
Beer one:
I was told it's like Newcastle. That is correct. So if you like Newcastle, or you're in college, try it.
It's like a Hooters girl: cute, but once the novelty wears off, you don't get much back from it. (Although sex with a Hooters girl is probably better than with this bottle.)
Beer two: I was looking for Diablo, or something like that that I had at Kevin's which was good. I settled for Lucifer, 'cause you know, the whole devil thing.
Good. A little light, kind of refreshing, got me buzzed.
Then moved on to Tripel Karmeliet.
This one's better. More complex. Worth a go. Lucifer, whatever. This one, worth it. The danger with these beers - and any that come in a bottle with a cork - is that they're bound to be compared with Chimay. And the sad fact is, Chimay will always win. So if you're debating on where to put those eight bucks, don't hesitate, loiter, or vascillate, buy Chimay (Blue).
I've also discovered that I like Bloody Marys. It's a process, but that's ok. I need them with everything here.
That's right, six ingredients: Vodka (Vox in this case (c'est magnifique)), Mr. T's Bold n' Spicy Mix, Chalula (not Tobasco), Worcestershire Sauce (not A-1), Olives (not celery), and that thing that looks like a branch is a root: freshly ground horseradish, and plenty of it. This drink is sure to please anyone that wants to drink a steak or is hungover.
On to tomorrow's gigs: PJ's Abbey 11-2pm with Mark Massey. Fun and informative. Then straight to Beverly Hills to be a Minstrel Cycle (that pun is courtesy Kevin Lee). I've been cramming 15 Christmas tunes into my noggin, trying to be a responsible bassist. Feels good to practice, but 15 are a lot for anyone, especially me. Usually it takes me a week for a tune, and then I have to play it every week for 3 months. We'll see how it goes. No reading, walking up and down Rodeo Dr. I'll try to take pictures of the rich people: "Get out, Richers!" "Beat it Cash-Chuckers!"
Until next time, Ho Ho Ho.
Beer one:
I was told it's like Newcastle. That is correct. So if you like Newcastle, or you're in college, try it.
It's like a Hooters girl: cute, but once the novelty wears off, you don't get much back from it. (Although sex with a Hooters girl is probably better than with this bottle.)
Beer two: I was looking for Diablo, or something like that that I had at Kevin's which was good. I settled for Lucifer, 'cause you know, the whole devil thing.
Good. A little light, kind of refreshing, got me buzzed.
Then moved on to Tripel Karmeliet.
This one's better. More complex. Worth a go. Lucifer, whatever. This one, worth it. The danger with these beers - and any that come in a bottle with a cork - is that they're bound to be compared with Chimay. And the sad fact is, Chimay will always win. So if you're debating on where to put those eight bucks, don't hesitate, loiter, or vascillate, buy Chimay (Blue).
I've also discovered that I like Bloody Marys. It's a process, but that's ok. I need them with everything here.
That's right, six ingredients: Vodka (Vox in this case (c'est magnifique)), Mr. T's Bold n' Spicy Mix, Chalula (not Tobasco), Worcestershire Sauce (not A-1), Olives (not celery), and that thing that looks like a branch is a root: freshly ground horseradish, and plenty of it. This drink is sure to please anyone that wants to drink a steak or is hungover.
On to tomorrow's gigs: PJ's Abbey 11-2pm with Mark Massey. Fun and informative. Then straight to Beverly Hills to be a Minstrel Cycle (that pun is courtesy Kevin Lee). I've been cramming 15 Christmas tunes into my noggin, trying to be a responsible bassist. Feels good to practice, but 15 are a lot for anyone, especially me. Usually it takes me a week for a tune, and then I have to play it every week for 3 months. We'll see how it goes. No reading, walking up and down Rodeo Dr. I'll try to take pictures of the rich people: "Get out, Richers!" "Beat it Cash-Chuckers!"
Until next time, Ho Ho Ho.
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