a fig for care, a fig for woe!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008

Apples to apples

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Stormy High

I read about Black Mountain's 2008 full-length In the Future in an early review of the Sword's second record Gods of the Earth. Can't wait for the new Sword (April 1) but Future is definitely going to keep me busy until then. Black Mountain reminds me of Black Angels, Kyuss, Heart, that kind of psychedelic rock stuff, but with their own uniquely pleasing flavor. They have standard sort of songs mixed in with what I can only describe as jammy rock epics. There are one or two slightly repetitive songs, namely "Bright Lights" and, to a lesser degree, "Stormy High," but the great tracks like "Wucan" (love that main riff), "Tyrants," "Queens Will Play," and "Stay Free" easily make up for them. They are playing at the free day show on Saturday at Waterloo Park with the Breeders. I'm probably going to try and make that one.

A really amazing movie came on Starz today, absolutely stupendous. Bon Cop, Bad Cop. A half-price Michael Bay-style cop flick featuring your standard "odd couple" formula, i.e., 2 smart-ass detectives partnered up against their wills so that one of them gets a little dirt on their shoes and the other can avoid suspension for his propensity to cause havoc. After an initial adjustment period, the two bond and work together, each in their own particular "idiom," to stop a psychotic madman from hatching a ridiculous scheme. The main twist: these cops are Canadian - one a hard-bitten Quebecky frog, the other an L7 Ontarian (played by Lord Marshal from Chronicles of Riddick). The square parleys fluent French, the bruiser speaks English only passably, and the movie goes back and forth between both languages so frequently and smoothly it starts to feel like you've got a babelfish in your ear. And that's just the premise. The actual execution of this movie is surpassingly ridiculous, and it just gets better and sillier as it goes along. Guffaw to death. I can imagine this might not appeal to everyone's sense of humor but if you're at all intrigued at least give it a netflix. And when you get to the scene of the mascot in the mirror, you'll call me and thank me. Or curse me.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Tourney at BFG

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Wells branch pond

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