Tags: A lot to like about Lowell, irrational love for Louis C.K., Ricky Gervais, This Side of the Truth, Tina Fey's rear
And we welcome any exposure or economic and cultural gains brought to our beloved Lowell by the filming of This Side of the Truth.
However, the first frame has yet to be shot and the city is already swooning like starstruck schoolgirls.
I love Ricky Gervais’s humor as much as anyone. And if I stumble upon Tina Fey, I will have no choice but to cop a feel of her adorable buttocks. But we’re not talking about Ridge Forrester or Sanjaya Malakar. Get it together, people.
Yesterday, a Boston Globe headline proclaimed, “As Lowell prepares for its close-up, locals have stars in their eyes.”
“Merrimack Valley, don your shades: Lowell is soon to be the location of a film shoot for a major motion picture with a star-studded cast, including Jennifer Garner.
‘Jennifer Garner coming into Lowell – that’s a 10!’ said Mayor Edward “Bud” Caulfield. ‘We’re really excited about it. It will certainly put Lowell on the map.'”
A month from now, I’ll be whining. Three months from now I’ll be losing my mind. But today, I’m grateful to live in New England, where we experience all four seasons, for better or worse.
At some point in my early twenties, I got a year subscription to Rolling Stone. And throughout the past decade and multiple address changes, they’ve continued to send me issues. Despite the fact that I’ve never renewed my subscription or given them a dime. That doesn’t strike me as a very solid business plan, but I’m grateful nonetheless.
During the last few years it seems Jann and the RS staff have been quite taken with themselves. Every other issue is a glowing retrospective or celebration of some milestone.
Most recently, there was the three Fortieth Anniversary issues, including this one and this one. And there’s also been The Immortals issue, the Greatest Albums issue, and the Greatest Songs issue. And the special 1,000th issue. And a Greatest Guitarists issue.
In the last two weeks, I’ve fallen asleep during “Man on Fire,” “The Illusionist,” and “Wall Street.” For some reason, I can only stay awake during documentaries. I must be getting old.
But Friday I watched the documentary “Tom Dowd & the Language of Music,” which I highly recommend. I’m probably way late to the party on this one, as I’d never even heard of the guy. But he had a hand in creating both Ray Charles and the nuclear bomb, the perfect embodiments of good and evil.
As a sound engineer, Dowd worked with just about every significant musician of the 20th century. And with the exception of some recent and regrettable Lynard Skynard footage, the movie’s a total inspiration. Watching what Dowd did with his life really makes you want to run out and grab the world by the balls. Movies about brilliant artists always leave me feeling that way – “Crumb,” “Bukowski: Born Into This,” “Springsteen: Wings For Wheels,” etc.
Such ball-grabbing exhileration passes quickly. In fact, rather than change the world, I ended up sitting through Tom Dowd again the next day. That’s not very productive. I doubt the great ones sat on the couch watching the same film twice in 24 hours. But were they happy, I ask you? Were they?
The point is, go watch that movie and recognize how little you’ve achieved in life. It’s available in the Free Movies category if you have onDemand.
COMING THIS WEEK ON LUCYTHEBLOG!!!: A tribute to the late Brad Delp, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Dog Shit, American Idol, Naked Old Men, March Madness, and the triumphant return of This Week in the Noose! Can you stand the anticipation???
Last night I watched Disc 2 of Spike Lee’s 3-disc series “When the Levees Broke.” That covers Acts III and IV of the Requiem in Four Acts, so I don’t know what could be on Disc 3. Alternate ending perhaps?
Act III touches on Kanye’s “George Bush doesn’t care about black people” statement, which I tend to disagree with. I’m of the belief that Bush is just really dumb, and that’s why he screws everything up. But maybe Kanye’s right. The results are the same either way, so who cares.
Tomorrow, Kanye and 8 friends will show their care for black people by eating a $3,900 dinner at a business meeting. Ordinarily, this meal would cost $17.50, according to my source at CNN. (Don’t tell my wife, but I am totally nailing Soledad O’Brien.)
The dinner from “British Raj” will be flown from Wales to New York. For unlearned people, Wales is in England or the United Kingdom or something. Hence the killer markup. The article reads:
“For a feast of onion bhajees, chapati breads, biryanis, pappadums, a specially prepared fish dish and vegetables on the side, the bill will top $3,900, plus travel and accommodation for the restaurant’s head chef. “
All of this makes me feel like Kanye West is sorta full of shit. I don’t know the guy, and I don’t begrudge wealthy people for living it up. But this seems excessive. You can get perfectly good chapati bread for 1 grand and still have $2,000 for strippers and $900 to hand to any random black dude on the street. Get your act together, Kanye.
Definitely check out “When the Levees Broke” though. And maybe some day I’ll tell you how I almost kicked Spike Lee’s ass in a bathroom. But not today. Today it’s windy as hell, so I’m going upstairs to lay in the bathtub.