Anyone who's taken a stroll down Whyte Avenue in the past few months has probably noticed a couple of young gents who have chosen to consistently make a Rockstaresque attire choice.
That's right: The two guys dressed up like the missing members of "The Killers". You can't help but notice as a guy in snakeskin biker boots, tight leather pants, faux-cowboy shirt and a moustachio that would make a 70's porn star blush walks by with a leisure-suit-wearing, white alligator-shoe-sporting, sometimes-wearing-non-prescription-glasses Beau-Brummel-wannabe. And I don't mean the band, I mean the guy... You know, George Bryan Brummel, the 19th century Dandy/Fop. I guess I could've just said Dandy...
Point being, if you choose to be a Rock Star, you ARE a Rock Star. You can't walk around in the public eye, dressed to the nines and flashing smiles, when the next day, you wear something frightfully average. You'll be lambasted by the press & tabloids. So guess what boys? I'm going to play the role of tabloid...
Today, "The Killers" were caught walking down Whyte Avenue, one wearing an undersized blue and red zippy from the 80's with rather baggy jeans, whereas the other was wearing what appeared to be a shoddy leather and suede vest without a shirt(!) and something forgettable for pants and shoes. Boys, today was disappointing.
My ladyfriend suggested that it must have been laundry day... tsk tsk. I expect a trip to Decadence will cure this lacklustre performance. Besides, you need something new for the Raveonettes... Don't disappoint your public.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
This Script is Hard to Improvise...
I've now watched 3 episodes of "Thank God You're Here".
Here's what I think about it.
Okay, so the producers found a game from the world of Improvisation that they enjoy. The old "put-an-actor-in-a-situation-they-know-nothing-about" bit. The idea is that the improvisers don't know what the set looks like, who is going to be in the scene, and what will be said.
And that would all work, if the other actors were doing a little more improvising when they are SUPPOSED TO!!
Yes, I get it. There's a whole bunch of gaggy gags they have to get to, so they can't have someone coming up with something that's not in the script(!)... For example, they ask Harland Williams, who is playing an Explorer (dressed up as Sherlock Holmes(?)) to show the latest slide show of his findings. He explains that the first slide is the original photo of Janet Jackson for the "Rolling Stone Magazine" spread where she was topless, but that dude was holding her bosoms... Naturally, the little primitive statue in the slide is topless and quite funnily unlike Janet Jackson... But the other "improviser" in the scene continues with the original scripted joke and says "Uh, this statue has magical powers... Uh, what were they again?"
Yes, yes, yes. Here and there, the other improvisers are improvising, but it's moments like this that need to get fixed. There were many examples, but I think you get the picture. I think once the scene begins, everyone should just be spontaneous and see where the scene takes them... It doesn't have to be Pimp-o-mania... Just forcing the special guest to tell jokes.
And perhaps the producers would argue that they are not trying to do a "purist" improvisational show (obviously), and I can stick my opinion where the ratings don't shine, but I couldn't help but notice that the show already got moved to a new time and day...
Oh, and casting. Take true advantage of Dave Foley. I think we have a man who can be a truly harsh judge, not just a sunshine-blower. If Brian Posehn is having a hard time, he's having a hard time. Give it to 'em. He's a pro, he can take it... I'm pretty sure Mr. Foley is on a tight leash. I think it should be loosened.
Here's what I think about it.
Okay, so the producers found a game from the world of Improvisation that they enjoy. The old "put-an-actor-in-a-situation-they-know-nothing-about" bit. The idea is that the improvisers don't know what the set looks like, who is going to be in the scene, and what will be said.
And that would all work, if the other actors were doing a little more improvising when they are SUPPOSED TO!!
Yes, I get it. There's a whole bunch of gaggy gags they have to get to, so they can't have someone coming up with something that's not in the script(!)... For example, they ask Harland Williams, who is playing an Explorer (dressed up as Sherlock Holmes(?)) to show the latest slide show of his findings. He explains that the first slide is the original photo of Janet Jackson for the "Rolling Stone Magazine" spread where she was topless, but that dude was holding her bosoms... Naturally, the little primitive statue in the slide is topless and quite funnily unlike Janet Jackson... But the other "improviser" in the scene continues with the original scripted joke and says "Uh, this statue has magical powers... Uh, what were they again?"
Yes, yes, yes. Here and there, the other improvisers are improvising, but it's moments like this that need to get fixed. There were many examples, but I think you get the picture. I think once the scene begins, everyone should just be spontaneous and see where the scene takes them... It doesn't have to be Pimp-o-mania... Just forcing the special guest to tell jokes.
And perhaps the producers would argue that they are not trying to do a "purist" improvisational show (obviously), and I can stick my opinion where the ratings don't shine, but I couldn't help but notice that the show already got moved to a new time and day...
Oh, and casting. Take true advantage of Dave Foley. I think we have a man who can be a truly harsh judge, not just a sunshine-blower. If Brian Posehn is having a hard time, he's having a hard time. Give it to 'em. He's a pro, he can take it... I'm pretty sure Mr. Foley is on a tight leash. I think it should be loosened.
Monday, April 09, 2007
... and You Will Know Me By The Trail of Unfinished Projects
It is one hell of a thing, writing about something that really happened.
Writing about someone that close to you.
I haven't written anything new recently. But I did receive a chain e-mail that warned me "Send this on within 300 seconds or your MOM will DIE!!"
Ha. Joke's on them.
I don't really know if it's okay to have a sense of humor about tragedy. I'm not sure who I offend when I say things like that... It's a very similar sensation to when somebody close to you passes and you feel like you committed the greatest sin by being relieved.
Relieved that they don't have to be in pain any more. Relieved that there might even be an afterlife where they can be at peace. Or even so far as relieved that they might get a second chance in a new life, if that's your thing... But where it starts to feel awful is the relief that you yourself don't have to worry, agonize, and stress yourself out any more about that person... You no longer have to wonder when they will get better, or when they'll get worse. It's the most selfish and crumpling feeling I've ever had.
It was April 6, 2000 when she took her own life. My mother. And it's easy to remember because I love music, and all news I hear is about Kurt Cobain on the 8th. I want to make the most appropriate tribute possible, but it's hard to know just what that is. A play? I want it to be, but then I was watching an old rerun of The Simpsons, And when Lisa was failing at Tap Dancing, Marge and Homer told her that she could still make it big on Broadway by writing a "depressing play" about "coming to terms with things"... No why the hell do I take personal offense to something said on a comedy show over 10 years ago?
I really want it to be somehow uplifting. But it will be what it will be. And it won't be anything if I don't step it up.
Oh yeah, and once I'm finished writing my play, all I've got left is a 2000+ Band Directory I want to have online, a comedy duo that does simultaneous tributes to two different musicians (I'll explain that better some day), and a complete personal and career makeover that I'm going to have to explore before my 10 year High School reunion in June.
But I'm okay. I just needed to burn off some typing steam.
Writing about someone that close to you.
I haven't written anything new recently. But I did receive a chain e-mail that warned me "Send this on within 300 seconds or your MOM will DIE!!"
Ha. Joke's on them.
I don't really know if it's okay to have a sense of humor about tragedy. I'm not sure who I offend when I say things like that... It's a very similar sensation to when somebody close to you passes and you feel like you committed the greatest sin by being relieved.
Relieved that they don't have to be in pain any more. Relieved that there might even be an afterlife where they can be at peace. Or even so far as relieved that they might get a second chance in a new life, if that's your thing... But where it starts to feel awful is the relief that you yourself don't have to worry, agonize, and stress yourself out any more about that person... You no longer have to wonder when they will get better, or when they'll get worse. It's the most selfish and crumpling feeling I've ever had.
It was April 6, 2000 when she took her own life. My mother. And it's easy to remember because I love music, and all news I hear is about Kurt Cobain on the 8th. I want to make the most appropriate tribute possible, but it's hard to know just what that is. A play? I want it to be, but then I was watching an old rerun of The Simpsons, And when Lisa was failing at Tap Dancing, Marge and Homer told her that she could still make it big on Broadway by writing a "depressing play" about "coming to terms with things"... No why the hell do I take personal offense to something said on a comedy show over 10 years ago?
I really want it to be somehow uplifting. But it will be what it will be. And it won't be anything if I don't step it up.
Oh yeah, and once I'm finished writing my play, all I've got left is a 2000+ Band Directory I want to have online, a comedy duo that does simultaneous tributes to two different musicians (I'll explain that better some day), and a complete personal and career makeover that I'm going to have to explore before my 10 year High School reunion in June.
But I'm okay. I just needed to burn off some typing steam.
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