Rating: 6 / 10 It’s almost impossible to not get your mad love on for a Clint Eastwood western in which he plays a squinty, gravely-voiced, nigh-invincible gunslinger, especially when paired against a steel-eyed, cold-blooded villainous Marshal in the dusty streets of 19th-Century California mining town. Throw in some supernatural overtones and Biblical parallels that add…
Being an IT Professional of inimitable self-aggrandizement, you’d think I’d have mastered the art of incremental backups. That needs to be said because my last blog entry — all about music, bands, artistry, concerts, tidal shifts of music consumption and appreciation over the past 15 years and why I think The Backstreet Boys’ I Want It…
So CNN just broadcast a segment explaining to clueless Americans how “Sikhs are not Muslims”. The implications inherent to this admission are staggering. Mind boggling. Forget the generalization that Americans are ignorant, ill-educated simpletons — which, let’s face it, is a point that practically argues itself — but even more chilling is the subtle notion…
Movies have been the predominant art form of the past century, and like any form of expression you got some good stuff, a bit of great stuff, and a WHOLE lotta garbage (in strict accordance with Sturgeon’s epic pontification). Still, most people can easily make the distinction between the movies for which they feel deep…
It’s part of every runner’s personal philosophy that any run you finish upright, injury-free, and having given it all you can and then some, is automatically a triumph…no matter how long it took you. By that definition, my run Saturday late morning was an unqualified triumph. So why do I still feel all crummy about…
Band On The Run — the album that saved Paul McCartney. There isn’t a weak song on the album, a landmark 70s record by any reckoning.
I’m current training for two races which will take place within the next six months. Both at Disney Parks. Both on opposite sides of the country. If I plan on destroying my knees, ripping apart my hamstrings, and guaranteeing a lifetime of bursitis-related agony, well Sweet Esther Rolle, I’m gonna do it while getting high-fived…
“For me, Village Green Preservation Society is Ray’s masterwork. It’s his Sgt Pepper, it’s what makes him the definitive pop poet laureate.” — Pete Townshend, 2004 The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society (referred to as VGPS from here on) is the musical equivalent of the perfect trip to Disneyland. Warm and sunny weather with…
Not to put too fine a point on anything, but I work for a fairly huge organization based out of South Florida that does billions in revenue. We’re talking big, big, BIG money. So you would hope to think — which is a dangerous venture in and of itself — that said organization would, at…
That’s a rather somber, slightly chilly album cover, isn’t it? You can’t blame the band though… the album came out at the tail end of 1964, THE hallmark year of Beatlemania. They broke huge in America after their legendary Ed Sullivan appearances, toured the world, filmed a classic motion picture along with a host of…