Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Guest Post: I Love To Be Scared

Today's Guest Post as part of our Halloween Spooktacular here comes from Kate Ehle of Cake and Ale (seriously check out her art among many other things there). Kate's been around these parts before and we're excited to have her back. Heeeere's Kate:


I LOVE TO BE SCARED. Truly. If there is a paranormal show on tv, I watch it. If there is a book about a serial killer, I read it. If there is a haunted tour in a city I am visiting, I go on it. Perhaps it’s because I grew up in a funeral home. Or maybe it’s just because I’m weird.  Either way, I JUST REALLY LOVE TO BE SCARED.  One of my earliest memories is of hearing my first ghost story. It was at our local Masonic Temple (my dad’s a Mason) and I was probably three or four years old. It was the night I met my very first friend Adia and this shared experience is burned so indelibly into our brains that it bonds us to this day. Neither of us remembers anything about the story other than the scary-as-all-get-out refrain of “bloody fingers on the stairs”, but we certainly remember being SCARED TO DEATH. Those were the good old days – back when you could tell pants-shittingly terrifying stories to toddlers and no one even batted an eye.

And so in the spirit of the impending holiday, I’ve collected my 10 very favorite scary things. Some may be new, some may be familiar, but I promise that they are all terrifying in their own way. Enjoy.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST READ THIS. I had never heard anything about this until a friend posted this link on fb a few months ago and let me tell you, I was up for SEVERAL nights trying to wrap my brain around it and figure out what might have happened to these poor people. I made the mistake of reading this at night while home alone. Consider mine a cautionary tale and do not make the same mistake.



Donizetti’s Lucia di Lamermoor (mad scene)


 Just watch Natalie Dessay lose her shit in the Met’s 2011 production of Donizetti’s Lucia di Lamermoor right after her character, Lucia, kills Arturo, her bridegroom. Not only is her singing impeccable, but her acting is unbelievable. A mad scene that’s done right is one of the scariest things that there is.

Misery

This movie came out when I was in junior high and I remember watching it at my friend Erica’s house during a sleepover. As I am wont to do, I quickly became obsessed and forced her to watch it at least five more times before I went home. Kathy Bates won the Oscar for Best Actress for her portrayal of Annie Wilkes, an obsessed fan who kidnaps her favorite author. Annie Wilkes belongs on every best monster/villain list from now until the end of time. The suspense in this movie is pretty much unparalleled as far as I’m concerned. Just perfect.

The Silence Of The Lambs

I know that everyone has seen The Silence of the Lambs - and if you haven’t, WHY HAVEN’T YOU?!?!?! –but I would be remiss not to mention it because it’s my favorite movie. The Silence of the Lambs is a perfect film. Kevin and I agree that while Hannibal Lecter may be a terrifying sociopath, Buffalo Bill is the scarier monster. Even though I’ve seen this one at least 100 times, I cannot watch it if both of the following conditions are met: 1. I’m alone and 2. It’s dark out. In fact, I rewatched it last Sunday afternoon and had to pause it with 20 minutes left to go so that I could eat dinner with my family. When I returned home, it was dark and so I couldn’t finish it until the next day. THIS IS WHY THIS MOVIE IS THE BEST.

The Strangers


This is the scariest movie I have ever seen as an adult. This one is just relentless with the suspense. It never lets up, the viewer never gets a break. And it’s exhausting. And the fact that this movie is BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS?!?!?!??!?!??! OH HELL NO. (Sidenote – whenever anything says that it’s “based on actual events”, even if it turns out to be a bunch of lies as is usually the case, I will inevitably LOSE MY MIND WITH FEAR.)

Berlioz’s Symphonie Fantastique
You may recognize the fifth movement of Berlioz’s Symphonie Fantastique as the recurring theme from Sleeping with the Enemy or as the theme song to The Shining, both scary movies and both favorites of mine. Here’s a clip of the amazing Leonard Bernstein conducting the Orchestre National de France in 1976. 

But it’s not just the fifth movement (Dreams of a Witches’ Sabbath) that is worth listening to, even if it is the most famous. The entire piece is fantastically scary. Hector Berlioz was a French romantic composer who wrote this piece at the age of 27 while high on opium. The piece is basically one big drug-induced fever dream. The music is haunting and the imagery is FANTASTIC. Oh my goodness. I heard this piece when Lorin Maazel lead the NY Philharmonic a few years ago FROM MEMORY and it will always be one of my most exhilarating musical experiences.  Here’s a link to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s performance of the entire piece, conducted by Gustavo Dudamel. I love the young maestro’s interpretation and listening is sure to give you goose bumps.


Unsolved Mysteries – Dorothy Allison, Psychic

When I was a kid, I had a standing date with Robert Stack on Friday nights. Unsolved Mysteries was my favorite show and I couldn’t wait to watch it every week. I distinctly remember several episodes where police used a psychic named Dorothy Allison to help them solve missing person cases. I was completely fascinated and unnerved by her and her ability to help solve cases.






In 1978, a local girl went missing and was found murdered six months later just outside of town. I remember a friend’s aunt (who was actually friends with the girl) telling us all about it during a sleepover (probably the most scared I have ever been in real life). Later, in reading about the case, I came across information about Dorothy Allison’s involvement in the investigation. CRAZY. You can read about it here and here


This may be a children’s book, but this story of a family who moves into an old church that sits on haunted property in rural Maryland only to be confronted with the ghost of a young girl whose family had been killed in a fire is a well-crafted ghost story fit for readers of any age. I first read this book when I was ten and I re-read it a handful of times that summer. I can distinctly remember sitting on the glider in the front yard of camp while getting the crap scared out of me, hiding the book when my Grammy came around for fear that she’d think it was too much for me (I was a VERY sensitive kid). I forgot all about it until Kevin asked me to write for the blog and I started thinking about the things that have scared me the most. This book is up there. To be sure that it still held up, I reread it this past weekend and it’s still an awesome story.  

The Watcher in the Woods


Did you know that Disney used to make FREAKING SCARY MOVIES back in the eighties? Well, it did. And this is my favorite one. AND BETTE DAVIS IS IN IT!!!!! If you’ve seen it, all I have to say is NAREK and I know you’re running around your house, turning on all of the lights. Much like Wait Til Helen Comes, I forgot about it until my sister gave me a dvd of it a few Christmases ago. Like a dumbass, I put it on after everyone went to bed and made it about halfway through before I had to turn it off. IT’S SO SO SO SO SO CREEPY AND SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. 



Whatever Happened to Baby Jane

People who love this movie REALLY love this movie and are REALLY loyal to this movie and will probably call me a blasphemer when I say that I like the Redgrave sisters’ made-for-tv remake every bit as much - and maybe even slightly more than - the Davis/Crawford original. To be fair, it’s because I saw the remake first on late-night cable. And to say it had a profound effect on me would be putting it mildly. This tale of sisters, one of whom is a former movie star in a wheelchair and must be taken care of by the other (an aging child star who cannot let go of her jealousy and rage and who caused the accident that put her sister in the wheelchair) scared the bejesus out of me. I’m not sure how easy it is to get one’s hands on the remake, but the original is available on dvd from Netflix and if you haven’t seen it, move it to the top of your queue immediately. LIKE RIGHT NOW. Bette Davis’s Jane is ASTOUNDING.



And because I clearly cannot get enough of Bette Davis (I LOVE BETTE DAVIS), I give you my bonus pick…Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte. OMG TERRIFYING.


Now turn on all of the lights and invite all of the people over and enjoy your Halloween.
K

(Thanks Kate!)























Saturday, October 20, 2012

Guest Post: True Horror Is Not Having a Gin In My Hand

Editor's Note (Kevin): This first entry in our Halloween Spooktacular comes from our friend Loretta, who, well, is awesome, and I got her to write about he favorite scary movies because it's that time of year. I truly love this list because it has a lot of stuff that usually doesn't show up in these kinds of lists. It's great and I'll bet you'll enjoy it as much as I did. Without further adieu, here's Loretta:


Whenever I watch any movie, I am reminded of watching movies with my Grandpa Joe - with his Jameson whiskey in hand he would point out important scenes and inconsistencies, interesting lighting techniques, recognizable background actors, and even quiz me afterwards.  Our family may be Catholic but I think our true religion is food, drinking and movies.

I always forget that horror movies are a favorite of mine until I come across them again; mostly I find them funny, and I laugh out loud at the most gruesome scenes.  A few years ago AMC broadcast a compilation of the best horror scenes and I never laughed harder than at watching continuous murder after bloody murder... fun!

So picking just a handful will be hard, but I can try...

Bad Ronald (1974)

 I remember watching a rerun showing of this with my Ma; she tells me it was an after school special. It was about a dorky kid who accidentally kills a bully; his mother (Kim Hunter) hides him in the walls of the house, but she dies and another family (led by Dabney Coleman) buys the house.


Ronald becomes obsessed with the new family's daughter - he draws a whole fantasy world all over the inside of the wall, with her as the princess and he as her prince (this may be why I was never one of those little girls who obsessed about princesses).  Eventually bad Ronald bursts out of the walls and scares the crap out of the daughter.

I have not seen this movie since and refuse to watch it again, in fear of disappointment that it would no longer be scary (not to mention terrible.)

Side note: When I first started living on my own, the apartment I was in had a family of birds living in the walls.  I could hear them scratching at night I was convinced that one day Bad Ronald was going to burst right into my room. 

With all the crappy remakes of good movies out there, here is one movie that should be remade into something better; and the Zombieland kid should play Ronald.




One of the first scary movies I recall watching with Grandpa Joe was Psycho; we often drove past the looming Westward Ho Hotel in downtown Phoenix, the first hotel seen in the movie.  Even before seeing the movie I was wary of that hotel; though no scary scenes take place at that location, there is something nefarious about its slightly off-kilter tower.

There is a scene in the movie that stands out ahead of the others.  Anthony Perkins is looking at the sign-in book while eating (nuts, I think), and he turns his head in such a way that the screen is filled by the underside of his chin and neck, amplifying his chewing motions.  Joe pointed out the lighting and questioned the reasoning behind that scene and it has become as iconic to me as the shower scene.




Believe it or not this was a family film... well at least to our family (I remember seeing it with everyone around the TV).  It starts in a true slasher fashion with teens in a parked car; a hooded man starts menaces the couple and chews the hell out of the girl.  Joe made it all the scarier by pointing out constantly that it was based on a true story.

Ben Johnson plays "Captain Morales" in search of the hooded killer - Ben Johnson was in a lot of westerns including Shane ("Shane!!!"), so there should be no doubt why - as a family - we would sit together and watch this film.


Mama Querita (Spanish dub of Mommie Dearest) 1981

Faye Dunaway plays Joan Crawford in the movie version of daughter Christina Crawford's tell-all memoir.  Some would not place this in horror movie genre - those people are wrong and have never seen this movie dubbed into Spanish.  I grew up being yelled at in Spanish and the actress dubbing Faye Dunaway's performance is pure genius (and may very well have studied under my great grandma).  Truly frightening.

Of course,  when we talk of Mommie Dearest I have to talk about Mike, my Ma's long time companion.  One day I came home from school to find Mike wearing my mom's headband in the style of Joan Crawford by way of Faye Dunaway, acting out whole scenes from the movie (this was his idea of babysitting).  At one point his "acting" was almost ruined by his joy at finding a wire hanger to rant about in my closet.



Speaking of Spanish versions, I've only seen this a few times but it stands out for me.  I don't speak Spanish, but have seen the Bela Lugosi version enough to be able to follow along easily.  Carlos Villarias may even make a better Dracula than Bela Lugosi, and they used the same sets and costumes (it was filmed during the off hours of filming the English version).  I would love if this kind of thing was done today, without the whole "let's remake a foreign film and dumb it down for dumb Americans" approach... or maybe I wouldn't.  Hmmm.



Janet Leigh, Rory Calhon, DeForest Kelly, and killer bunnies! 'nuff said.


Also, my husband requested that I include this:


Oh, remember when Christopher Walken still acted and was not a Christopher Walken parody?  Who am I kidding, I love Christopher Walken, no matter how he is acting.  I was surprised to learn that David Cronenberg directed this movie. as it is the least Cronenbergian Cronenberg movie that I have ever seen.  This movie is the reason that whenever I see a person jogging I hope they do not get hit by a milk truck and gain powers of mystical foresight.



I cannot stand the sequence in this with the cucarachas and am gettin all cucuys just thinking about it.


Note: "cucarachas" means "cockroaches" and "cucuy" means "boogieman" but can also express a general sense of being creeped out-ness.


I can watch Ernest Thesiger's Doctor Pretorius play with his little jars all frakkin' day.



I guess this is more of a Mexpoltaion movie than horror, but it is bloody and being Mexican never made me so proud!  Danny Trejo looks just like my Nana's boyfriend Gabe...  Jessica Albas "acting"...  They do the huevo thing... and the foley on the hidden cell phone is just priceless.  What's not to love?


(Thanks Loretta!)

Thursday, October 18, 2012

1992

This was a few weeks ago, but somehow, some way I had gotten put on the email list for Loudwire which seems to be some online metal magazine. Maybe I signed up for it but I don't remember doing it. Anyway, every day or so they have some news story, obviously, pertaining to the world of metal. Well, on this day they focused on their top ten albums of 20 years ago, 1992. I am a sucker for, well I was going to say a good list, but pretty much any list, this one, though, was particularly interesting. And it wasn't interesting because it was a look back 20 years ago, it was interesting because looking at it it shot me back to 1992, being fifteen, and being in the beginning stages of finding myself and finding the music that I got into, and, in a way, shaped me. Here is the list. The thing is when I went to look at the list I really didn't expect to be knocked back 20 years, nostalgia-wise, but it is one of those things about lists where everything is clumped together in one place, and all of a sudden I realized 1) just how much great stuff came out in 1992 and 2) what effect it had on my burgeoning love of music, and on, well, myself. It was really surprising, and it was even more surprising that some dumb list in some dumb online music magazine can have this effect on me. An effect powerful enough where I have had trouble being able to actually write about it for a couple weeks. I didn't know if I would have the words to convey what I want to. I still don't know. But I decided to just start writing. and...how's it going so far?
Well, it sent me down a youtube rabbit hole as well which I only recently crawled out of. I turned into a madman trying to figure out what was the big hit from the Soup Dragons' second album that came out that year. But that's just sort of tangential and we'll get to that (Maybe).

Now,  starting with the list, I'll go through the list and make substitutions where necessary, because while their list made me think of 1992, some of these didn't exactly make a huge impact on me.

10) Faith No More - Angel Dust



Yeah, this should have been ranked higher. I would have taken their list and upended it, I think, but when there is so much goodness all this becomes really subjective. This album simply has stuck with me all these years and has remained a favorite. What was odd was even at the time of it's release it saw the band pushing the boundaries of what was considered hard or even metal, and I remember some people NOT being on board with it. But I think it is a classic that deserves to remain so. I still kick myself that was unable to see them on their reunion tour last year. BUT I did get to see them open up for Metallica and Guns 'N' Roses in Foxboro. They played when it was still light out, which, I don't think exactly helped them but it was still overall awesome. My first, big, stadium concert experience with a bunch of degenerate metal heads. If my Mom, who didn't let me get out early from school and drove me all the way up there, really knew what she was letting me go to. In retrospect, that was pretty cool of her. We did get to see one guy punched in the face, and my friends were almost hit with a glass bottle thrown from above. But the album itself, well, I mean besides the music which still holds up, and the fact that if you laid back and closed your eyes this album would be a fantastic soundtrack to whatever dreams you might come up with. But an ongoing theme here is going to be the fact that this was an album that reminds me of being in high school, coming out right before I got my license, and sharing it with my friends, especially my friend Jef, who I am lucky enough to STILL be great friends with. This is the time juuuuust right before we got heavily into hardcore and what not and for a while, at least for me, I would sort of put aside some of this stuff before realizing that was dumb and coming back to it. But I feel like getting into a lot here laid that sort of foundation, perhaps in a backwards sort of way to get into more underground stuff. We didn't have older brothers that were letting us hear their records, so we relied on our friends and peers for the new stuff.

9) Helmet - Meantime



I feel like the reputation of this album has been sullied generally but thousands of inferior imitators. But this was the original and the best (along with the albums before this one that Helmet put out that we found later). This was so good, and it still holds up to me. Jef and I went to one of first smaller shows together to see Helmet at Toad's Place in New Haven. In retrospect, this was cool that we were able to pull this together, we were on, I think, Spring Break from high school and we discovered they were playing in New Haven, and astonishingly both of our mom's agreed that we could go. At the time, my sister was going to Yale and her dorm was literally right around the corner from Toad's Place and she agreed to let us stay over there. I could be wrong, but the plan seemed to take shape in the span of a couple days, and we were able to pull it off, even getting my Mom (again, man, maybe I really owe her one or two) took us to New Haven. I am not sure about Jef, but I feel like our eyes were really opened to this quasi-underground hard music scene that night. It was an awesome experience in our young lives, seeing these guys that look like the high school swim team rock out, and seeing the more experienced concertgoers going crazy. On a side note, an oldie olderson one, an irish band named Therapy? (yes question mark included in the name) opened up for Helmet (Their album Nurse, also came out that year) and they played a song which had the refrain "James Joyce is fucking my sister" in it. I felt like we spent a good amount of the next, man, year or so trying to figure out where we could find that song and what album they had had it on and everything. Nowadays we would just hold up our phones and be able to figure it out before they even went on to the next song. One last thing: we both bought Helmet t-shirts at this show and proceeded to absolutely wear the shit out of them over the coming years. God, I loved that shirt. And I am quite sure I thought I was SO COOL.

8) Ministry - Psalm 69: The Way To Succeed and The Way To Suck Eggs



Before I start, in the video up there I wonder why they couldn't say "Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil" like they do in the song on the album? Was Ministry that scared of getting sued by the Jerry Lee Lewis estate? Maybe saying "Jesus was the devil" seemed more radical? Weird. I have no idea. I think in later years I would actually come to like The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste a bit better, but I can't deny that this was a big one back in 1992. The thing was, and you'll see this comes up a lot, in my quasi-Norman Rockwell, small town, sheltered, catholic, upbringing there was A LOT that I wasn't exposed to (duh) and in a way moving into high school as stupid as it sounds now, looking back, seems like certain parts of the world were opening up. Even if it was just in smallish ways now where there was new and weirder music positing ideas that would have had my parents passing out. At the time, Ministry was quite literally like NOTHING I had ever heard before, I think it might have been my introduction to anything "industrial" and it knocked my socks off, to say the least. From the production, with those sound clips, to the eerie atmospherics and the sledgehammer music, it was something that was just completely new to me, and it probably says a lot about me that I embraced it the way I did at the time.

7) White Zombie - La Sexorcisto: Devil Music, Vol. 1



 Hahahaha I'll be honest here, I'm not quite sure I was ever into the ENTIRE album although I am sure at some point, in a carpool or just hanging out I have heard the entire album. But that single, man oh man was that catchy as all hell. Rob Zombie was already wearing his influences on his sleeve, his love of B-movies, and horror/exploitation were just right out there. The samples made him seem like Al Jourgenson's less evil, kinda dorky younger brother. But credit where it's due, he has been able to take his love of all these things and turned from kinda funny, quasi horror music maker to actually making the horror movies that he loves so much. At the very least this song is still loads of fun.

6) Dream Theater - Images and Words  Sonic Youth - Dirty



I have never to this day heard a Dream Theater song. But 1992 was the year Sonic Youth's most "accessible" album came out, and since I was snatching up anything at the time that MTV said was grunge (or alternative, sheesh) I snatched this up. And even at their most "accessible", when I first heard it I still didn't get it. It was quite the grower for my younger self, I think it took me a long time to actually get into it besides the lead single, it took me a long time to crack the code, I guess, but I am glad that it finally happened.

5) Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine



I remember first hearing about these guys when Lollapalooza was coming near us in Rhode Island, it was maybe it's third year in existence when it was still a traveling show. I definitely didn't catch this album in 1992 when it first came out. I heard OF them being on the lineup for that Lollapalooza, and then went to my local record store where I found a couple of their singles, on CD, and scooped them up before the show to see what they were like. I remember one of the singles, Bombtrack, had a picture of Che Guevara on the cover, years before 1) I really knew who he was and 2) years before it became a thing to have him on t-shirts and hats all over the place. Politically, I had a hard time wrapping my head around Rage at the time, and it would probably be a a few years until I caught up with them on that front. Musically, this was way before Limp Bizkit and the whole rap/rock thing became it's own genre, so at the time, this sounded really new and really different. I remember seeing them at Lollapalooza and Zach De La Rocha read a poem and they also stood there in silence for a while to protest the PMRC (Tipper Gore's and her people). Yeah, at the time I did not get it and just wanted to see some music. Of course, that sort of thing (just like myself) would change and evolve. But I mean, Rage, at the time made some blistering music that went RIGHT TO that part of an adolescent's soul that hit you in the sweet spot when you were angry at everyone, especially people in authority, I feel like everyone was there, and you just wanted to jump around and yell (It would be a few years, when I had gotten into more, for lack of a better term, underground music, and learned that Zach De La Rocha had actually been in a hardcore band called Inside Out where he would get really emotional and only yell and scream). But, man, it wouldn't work if the songs weren't so catchy: imagine a group of teenage boys, it's not hard to do, driving or running around just yelling out to the refrain that ends "Killing In The Name"-even if we (or I) didn't quite understand the politics, we knew it was fun to get amped and chant swears.


4) Stone Temple Pilots - Core  Nine Inch Nails - Broken



I will say this in the interest of full disclosure: like I mentioned above with Sonic Youth, there was a time when I would just grab anything labeled "grunge" or "alternative" particularly by MTV and even MORE particularly if I had seen it on 120 Minutes. Oh man, that shit was legit. So, Stone Temple Pilots were one of those that I picked up at the time, funnily enough, not because of the song "Plush" but because of the earlier single "Sex Type Thing"

So yeah, I owned Core (and I probably owned the Blind Melon album for the same reason. I do remember it turning me into a jackass too: "Man I heard No Rain like a YEAR before it became popular!".Ugh)

But I would probably say that Nine Inch Nails' Broken had a much bigger effect on me. It looks now like the bridge between Pretty Hate Machine and The Downward Spiral, all classics that still stand up. The ones that stuck, like Ministry, with my brief flirtation with industrial music.

3) Megadeth - Countdown To Extinction  Tool -Opiate



This may or may not come as a surprise but I was never that into Megadeth. I remember that song, "Symphony of Destruction" being all over the place and I think I liked it well enough, but I dunno, I could never really get into them. Maybe I had a premonition of Dave Mustaine turning into a gigantic asshole.

That third Lollapalooza must have been a bonanza for me. Because I believe we heard of Tool and sought them out because we learned they were going to be at Lollapalooza that year as well. I just remember listening to this album a lot. Well, it was really more of an EP really, and to be honest it WAS really good. But I think a part of listening to it for me was the idea that I was doing something vaguely bad and listening to something kind of evil. I mean for the time and my age. I can't completely say it was because of this one EP or anything but it's one of the many things, and thread that runs through all of this, but effecting me in a way and in a minuscule manner, helping to change my perspective on the world. No matter how small it seemed at the time, I really think all this had that sort of cumulative effect on me. Plus, Matthew Sweet of ALL people was wearing a Tool hat in an interview and Jef made it his mission in life to find and buy that hat which he did at Lollapalooza that year. It became sort of the counterpart to his Helmet shirt and he wore it as much as possible.

2) Alice In Chains -Dirt  Beastie Boys - Check Your Head
See all the previous entries for the whole Alice In Chains thing. Grunge....The Singles soundtrack...I mean, at the time, I REALLY like this but this is the perfect example of something that just DID NOT stand the test of time for me or even hold up that well, outside of occasional nostalgic listening. Like I LOVED this song


They are also one of those bands which I have, you know, really moved past but some people STILL love. Kind of like Soundgarden. Hey, to each his own.

I could have actually slotted a lot of stuff into this space, whether I discovered it later or not (Like say The Jesus Lizard's Liar or Mighty Mighty Bosstones' More Noise and Other Disturbances) But I got to give props to the Beasties with this comeback from their at-the-time commercial flop, now all-time classic, Paul's Boutique. What's crazy to think about now is it's not like they came back with some straight-forward album or went back to something more Licensed To Ill-esque, but instead took another leap forward: playing instruments, using Bad Brains samples, incorporating punk rock into the mix-it's really extraordinary and doesn't have the same sort of love Paul's Boutique tends to in showing the Beasties growing in leaps and bounds, and, frankly, being unafraid to really try new things. And it also makes me think as I went through high school and got more into some styles of music and got less into others and what not and and later go back to things I might have neglected (this is really confusing but we've all been adolescents and gone to high school you can understand) My point being is the Beasties have always been there. I even had the vinyl of Ill Communication when it came out.


1) Pantera - Vulgar Display of Power


Now to be clear, I am just following Loudwire's list here, I am not sure if I would have put it at the top of my own list, but I am willing to bet it would be there. Put simply, when I first heard Vulgar Display Of Power I was blown away. I mean, I had heard Metallica and at the time I was probably most familiar with The Black Album but this was the hardest thing I had heard up to this point. I remember being over a friend's house and having that Stand By Me moment when you are sitting around in their room talking about all the stuff that seemed so important at the time (although this still might be a conversation I would have today) talking about Pantera and asking questions like, "What do you think is the hardest album you've ever heard?" Well in my very limited experience this was it for me, an it hit me right in that rebellious teenager sweet spot. Of course this is way before we all learned what an asshole Phil Anselmo was and before Dimebag Darrell was sadly killed. But, at the time, in my own little bubble this was just mind blowing. Of course, I would soon move away from the metal (well not entirely considering how it creeped into hardcore, but still) I figure everyone has to start somewhere, and I can still say that this holds up 20 years later.
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So putting this all together (I've honestly been thinking about this entry for over a month, I hope that doesn't disappoint knowing how long I have been stewing over it) I kept looking over the music released in 1992 and there was so much good here it could almost engender a second entry. From early Green Day and Rancid to Jawbreaker and Dr. Dre. Here is a partial list, check it out:

Green Day-Kerplunk
Rancid-Rancid
Social Distortion-Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (sue me, I liked the foray into rockabilly back in the day)
Fu-Shnickens-F.U. Don't Take It Personal
The Jesus and Mary Chain-Honey's Dead
They Might Be Giants-Apollo 18
Kriss Kross-Totally Krossed Out
Das EFX-Dead Serious
The Soup Dragons-Hotwired


The Cure-Wish
Gang Starr-Daily Operation
The Lemonheads-It's A Shame About Ray
Eric B. and Rakim-Don't Sweat The Technique
Danzig-Danzig III: How The Gods Kill
House Of Pain-House Of Pain
EPMD-Business Never Personal
Morrissey-Your Arsenal
Luna-Lunapark
Sugar-Copper Blue
Ugly Kid Joe-America's Most Wanted 


Redman-Whut?Thee Album
R.E.M.-Automatic For The People
Sick Of It All-Just Look Around
Prince-(Love Symbol album)
Mudhoney-Piece Of Cake
Ned's Atomic Dustbin-Are Your Normal?
Positive K-The Skills Dat Pay The Bills
Ice Cube-The Predator
The Pharcyde-Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde
Nirvana-Incesticide
Dr. Dre-The Chronic
Jawbreaker-Chesterfield King

So all that makes the think: I wonder what kids are listening to now that in twenty years they'll look back and think of how it influenced them in some way? What music is still going to be talked about either way in 20 years?

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Things I've Seen

I really need to start writing these as I watch them, but what can you do? I mean, besides be more timely. Anyway:

Seven Psychopaths (2012)
One thing is for sure - whoever markets Martin McDonagh's movies cannot grasp how to make them look good.  Seven Psychopaths has the same problem as McDonagh's best-known film In Bruges: barring the juicy dialogue, it looks like yet another terrible post-Pulp Fiction Tarantino clone although if a movie came close to that precipice without falling over, it's Seven Psychopaths.

Overall I liked In Bruges better than Seven Psychopaths, although I liked how Seven Psychopaths throws a curveball at the audience. It's as if Adaptation had an affair with a superiorly written, grungy crime thriller and spawned a film that's as much about storytelling as it is about blurring the lines between reality and the actual story being told. In fact, Colin Farrell plays Martin McDonagh (or perhaps a stand-in for Martin McDonagh. Here it already gets fairly meta) trying to come up with his next screenplay, all the while getting involved with dognappers, killers, and, yeah, even a few psychopaths. If anything, it keeps you on your toes and is way more fun than that description implies.

The three main actors, Farrell, Sam Rockwell, and Christopher Walken in one of his best roles in years, are able to run with this writing in pretty amazing ways.  Woody Harrelson is hilarious as a dog-obsessed mob boss, and even Tom Waits makes an appearance with a story of his own and a pretty great punchline. All in all, it is WAY better than the trailer makes it out to be, and it ends up being a lot more original and soulful than you would expect without getting too insider-basebally with the Hollywood screenwriting business of being in love with pithy dialogue and an original story.

Sleepwalk With Me (2012)
I should start by saying that I am in awe of stand-up comics. I know a lot of people would disagree with me here, some of whom write for this blog, but I feel like being a stand-up comic takes a very special set of skills. Maybe I am in awe because I feel like it's something I could never do. Maybe I am in awe because a stand-up comic lives and dies alone up there. They have to deal with the audience's reception all on their own and try to rework bits as they go along. I guess it's why I am even more fascinated by movies about stand-up comics, like Funny People or the documentary, Comedian.

Sleepwalk With Me, Mike Birbiglia's comedy produced by Ira Glass, is about how a stand-up comic finds his voice, and what he gains and sacrifices to do it. People often forget that waaay before you become a Louis CK or a Chris Rock you have to travel around, solo usually, to shitty, small gigs, to college kids and drunks that DO NOT CARE about you. And you hopefully survive and figure out who you are and then things get rolling.  Or you don't and you find something else to do to make a living. That's what this movie is about, those anxieties that come along with making it as a comic. It's Mike Birbiglia, so right off the bat it's very well written, equally funny and sad, but the test is whether or not you accept it as an art form.  In the end, I really enjoyed how it makes the art form of comedy look as frustrating as it seems without ever trying it ourselves.

Children of the Corn (1984)

Yeah, I know. I can't believe I'd never seen this before either. This is one of those lessons in the vast difference between reality and how marketing affects what gets into your 8 year old mind. As an adult who loves horror movies now, growing up I was a HUGE scaredy cat who could hardly make it through the night in the dark which prompted my to censor horror movies that are now on my all-time favorite list.  Back then one of my great thrills was to venture to the Horror section of a video store and look at the rows and rows of VHS boxes. I would look at the art and, if you remember, they would sometimes show a picture of a scene or two on the back. So there were a great many horror movies that I had built up in my head as being the scariest movies ever based solely on the packaging.
Then, of course, you grow up and you realize that it's all just bullshit.

Two cases in point just this week:  last night I watched the original Friday The 13th. I had seen it before, but watching as an adult I can't believe how scared that VHS box used to make me.

And the same was true when I finally caught Children Of The Corn on Netflix Instant this week.  Originally a Stephen King short story, it was all of about five pages long, a succinct and creepy story about kids who form a weird reverese biblical cult and kill all the adults in town.  Little known fact - King tried to adapt it into a full-length feature film but was passed up.  The thing is, there is a kernel of something interesting and scary here, but it all flies out the window in an ejector seat through a rich tapestry of BAD - bad acting, bad kid actors, and bad special effects. If anything, this movie was laughable. In one scene Peter Horton fights off some kids(!) and turns to run away and for no reason runs into a lamp post like he was Shemp or something.  This could easily be ripe for a remake, but could they do that now after, what, seven sequels?  (Seven sequels - Why!?)

Creepy killer kids, abandoned Midwest town, something lurking in the corn - a missed opportunity here, if only Stephen King adapted it to begin with.

-Kevin

Friday, October 5, 2012

Thing's I've Read and Things I've Seen

Well, I have been putting this off for far too long, so I'm gonna unload my backlog into one huge dump starting with books (man, I am a slow reader):

Live From New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live by Tom Shales and James Andrew Miller (14/25 books)


If you are interested in comedy or
Saturday Night Live, or both, this book tracks the history of the show from the beginning until the early 2000's entirely through interviews with current and former cast members and writers (they still can't get Eddie Murphy to participate though).

Weird Al Yankovic once said that every time a critic talks about his music, that critic's favorite era of his music was when that critic was 12 years old. I feel similarly about
Saturday Night Live.  My 12-year old self thought it was the epitome of adult comedy, and for years I LOVED everything about it.  I even loved trying to stay up late to watch it.

The most fascinating parts of the book are the oral history from the people who were there.
My favorites:

1) Yep, people really hated Chevy Chase. And with good reason.
2) Surprisingly, people did not like Harry Shearer either, and it seems he felt the same.

3) Bob Odenkirk was a SNL writer for a while.

4) Bob Odenkirk and Conan O' Brien actually tried to dissuade Mike Myers from doing the Wayne's World sketch.

The Jaws Log by Carl Gottlieb (15/25 books)


Being a 
Jaws fanatic, I am really surprised that I never read this book from 1975. Growing up we had a copy around the house, but I only looked at the pictures in the middle. What's interesting about that old copy were pictures of the shark from the production that were labeled as if they were real sharks. Also, there was a picture of stuntman Ted Grossman that was also labeled to make one believe, at least to a very impressionable young me, that the person in the photo was actually being eaten by a shark.

Here is some of the
original printing to illustrate this, but unfortunately they don't show the Ted Grossman picture. Sadly those pictures have been replaced with new ones in later printings.  Like the writer from the link says, maybe Gottlieb was just trying to keep things authentic, which now comes off as charmingly old Hollywood, even for the 70's.

That said, I keep reminding myself that this came out in 1975 because Gottlieb kept making proclamations about Hollywood and movie making that just didn't seem true, but of course they're not anymore. Gottlieb is obviously a company man, and his stories are interesting enough, but you get the sense that he went out of his way to hide the fact that there might have been tensions on the set.  He does an adequate job covering the hardships of the making of Jaws, such as the local boat owners going on strike, b
ut it seems to come from an outside perspective.

To a
Jaws fanatic this fills in some of the details, but the later making-of documentaries and the Making-Of book by the people who lived on Martha's Vineyard did a far better job.

Final Cut: Art, Money, and Ego in the Making of Heaven's Gate, the Film That Sank United Artists by Steven Bach (16/25 Books)



Then there is Steven Bach who is nothing but candid in his book that focuses on the making of the movie
Heaven's Gate and all the mistakes that were made in allowing Michael Cimino, a great man by himself, go nuts and drive a whole movie studio into the ground. It is refreshing to hear an old school producer like Bach, who has since passed way, talk openly about how much of this was his fault, how he tried to stem the bleeding, and how everything got so out of control on location in the middle of nowhere. The guy isn't Stanley Kubrick and he didn't come up with some masterpiece and yet his hubris and insanity ruined a studio (United Artists went bankrupt). This ostensibly marked the end of the 70's auteur era.

Although this book often goes on tangents about other productions and spends too much time with lesser details, it quickly becomes a fascinating read once it becomes more focused on the actual production and the mistakes made. 


(Sidenote: I love old school filmmakers who call movies "pictures.")


The Postmortal by Drew Magary (17/25 books)


Let me get this out of the way: I am a big fan of Drew Magary's writing. I really like him and his personality, and thus I was very excited to read his first published work of fiction where you can see his influences from other post-apocalyptic literature.


The Postmortal is set in the future where doctors have accidentally found what they call "the cure" which gives people eternal life and eternal youth. They can still get killed by disease or, you know, being shot or whatever, but old age and dying are a thing of the past.

It's a clever conceit, and I think some of the best parts are when he builds a future world that the characters live in. It's told as a series of blog entries from a diary that is found in 2093.  He's an estate lawyer who gets the cure and keeps meticulous records of what happens thereafter. It moves at a fast pace and there are a lot of convenient characters that recur throughout decades, but it's never too distracting although the end might be a little too "action movie."

Movies

It is so much easier to watch movies than to read books. Eh, I'm just a slow reader. But the movies I have seen have really piled up. Here they are listed from when I saw them starting with one I saw last night:

Looper (2012) 

Easily one of the best movies of the year and one I don't want to tell too much about because it's worth seeing cold. 


movie in which more or less the entire last hour takes place on a farm. That's just one of the ways that Rian Johnson, the director, subverts your expectations. Most of all, Looper asks questions about whether a man’s destiny is locked into place not because the future has already been written, but because of the kind of person he is.
It's a movie of ideas that doesn't skimp on the action with a real emotional heart despite all the whiz-bang flying about. 

On top of the great performances that Rian Johnson gets from Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Bruce Willis, Emily Blunt, and Jeff Daniels, he also manages to get an amazing one from a child, Pierce Gagnon, who becomes a central part of the plot. On its surface it might seem ridiculous, but there is such a deep emotional core working here that it ends up working so well, it just depends (taking a cue from the couple that were walking out debating the movie behind us last night) whether or not you just want to go there with the movie or not.  

Two things: did Rian Johnson intentionally find a kid that sounded nearly identical to the one that plays the kid in the Shogun Assasin movie that is sampled on the GZA album Liquid Swords? It was uncanny if not.  I have never seen the movie but have listened to the album many many times. 
I swear he sounds just like this kid:


And, well until Django Unchained is released and MAYBE challenges this, Rian Johnson might have made the movie music find of the year with this song by a duo from the 60's, Chuck & Mac, called Powerful Love which plays over the end credits. Holy crap is it good:





And he seemed to find it by accident! When a I got home I did a little digging and learned Chuck & Mac were from southern Illinois, sort of big regionally but never hit the big time. They made a couple of records that were mostly relegated to compilations over the years. Here is an interview with Johnson that talks about finding this song.

"And that was not something I was really expecting. That song you use, Chuck and Mac’s “Powerful Love,” is so beautiful and perfect. Isn’t it incredible? It’s such a beautiful song. I literally picked up blind, I think on vinyl on the Twinights [album]. Listening to that song just sticks, then the lyrics somehow attach themselves to the meaning of the whole thing and it ends up jamming in your head and it becomes a really obvious choice, you know? Actually, in pre-production I sent an mp3 of that song to Bruce [Willis] right when he signed on and told him this song is the heart of the movie, and he got really excited about it. I was listening to that song over and over while we were shooting it. That and a lot of Sam Cooke."

V/H/S (2012)

V/H/S is a new anthology horror film in which the stories are tied together by a wraparound story of group of thugs who videotape themselves doing terrible things and break into a man's house to find a certain videotape that an unnamed benefactor will pay a lot of money for. What they find there is a man dead in a lazy boy recliner in front of a bunch of televisions that just have snow showing on them. Like any anthology movie there are ups and downs quality-wise, most of the 5 videos they show have their merits and each plays around differently with the whole found footage idea, an idea which in and of itself can seem pretty played out.  My two favorites were Joe Swanberg's The Sick Thing That Happened To Emily When She Was Young, which is told in a series of Skype chats between woman who thinks her house is haunted and a concerned (potential?) love interest. And then there is Ti West's Second Honeymoon in which a couple documents their trip out West (when is he going to make another full-length? He has so much talent). Besides the washed out nature of the footage and fore bidding geography, this is actually devoid of what one would call traditional suspense beyond two scary scenes that seemed based on what the Manson family called creepy crawling (i.e. breaking and entering to do weird stuff/possiblly murder) Creepy crawling was the inspiration for 2008's The Strangers, another great horror movie. My one qualm is one I couldn't stop thinking about even though I know I should let it go: all of these seemed to be filmed on digital video but then transferred to VHS videotape? What? Why?

The Master (2012)

Talk about a movie I couldn't stop thinking about days after I saw it, mostly because it was so hard to wrap my head around. Even since I have been going around reading people's views on it and I still have a hard time coming to grips with what Paul Thomas Anderson is trying to do here. Maybe I am just not smart enough. But the easily seen good I can get out of the way: it looks amazing and the performances by Joaquin Phoenix, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Amy Adams are all uniformly good. And if you go into this thinking you are going to see a movie just excoriating scientology (here called "The Cause") you are going to be really disappointed. I don't think that Anderson DOESN'T think Hoffman's "Master" is anything but a charlatan. BUT he does have the chops to show how people would end up following him, even though he can't handle it when he is questioned. The scenes where Phoenix and Hoffman are just talking in one of their sessions are mesmerizing. My problem is I don't feel like it goes anywhere in the end. Phoenix is obviously a broken man, he was broken before World War II, and World War II managed to do even more damage. And for some reason Hoffman is too blind to see what everyone else around him does: Phoenix isn't changing and isn't getting better and would ultimately be a hindrance to whatever Hoffman is trying to do. Maybe that's the point in there, somewhere? I don't know, which is a copout, but I really don't. I will say this: I like Paul Thomas Anderson, and since we live in a world of contests I will say that I did like There Will Be Blood Better. But this confounded me in a wholly different way. A word of warning: if you weren't a fan of Blood, you will definitely not be a fan of The Master.

Battle Royale (2000)

Yeah, I can't believe I hadn't seen this before either. And I knew of it before The Hunger Games became a thing. And I guess I can't discuss one without discussing the other. I mean, there are definitely similarities, but there are also certain similarities between both of these movies/books and Stephen King's The Long Walk. In the future teenagers are forced into a contest to the death, by the government, (actually they weren't really forced in The Long Walk, but you get the idea) as a way, basically, to control people. But I think other than a few basic similarities, like the premise, that's where it ends. The approach, particularly movie wise is much different and I probably enjoyed Battle Royale better than the movie version of The Hunger Games. What was interesting to me, and was probably a revelation in 2000, was the mixture of crazy, bloody violence and teenage drama that seemed basically ripped from a John Hughes movie. It seems like something that shouldn't work but for whatever reason it does here.

Coma (1978)

I've mentioned before that people from the Boston area, me included, get particularly excited about seeing movies filmed in and around the Boston area. And while this is no gritty Friends Of Eddie Coyle-type movie, it is fun to see Boston in the 70's.

How about the movie in and of itself? Well, it's based on a Robin Cook book from the 70's and directed by Michael Crichton of all people. It has the post-Watergate conspiracy feeling of the time, where a hospital in Boston has an unusual amount of patients going in for routine procedures and ending up in comas. (Sidenote: One procedure was an abortion, which seems pretty radical nowadays.) I thought this was a neat little thriller and mystery.

S21: The Khmer Rouge Killing Machine (2003)


Hoo boy. Being that this is a Cambodian movie filmed in Cambodia with Cambodian people, it took me a while to get some bearing on the movie, which focuses on what went on in a certain prison, S21, by reuniting both the former guards and prisoners as they talk openly and explicitly about their experiences. One of the former prisoners (above) is a painter that paints his memories of S21 as a way of catharsis and engages with the former guards asking direct questions about what they did. It is unreal but it is also, as you might imagine, very sad. The filmmakers are even able to get the former guards to reenact how they used to torture and abuse prisoners. I am not even sure it brings about any real catharsis for the guards, because they still uphold the same flimsy excuse that they were following orders and thus are not to blame.

To compare it to my life is trite to the point of being offensive but watching this followed by news of the Embassy bombing in Libya sent me down this spiral of hopelessness for humanity. I am glad I watched S21 because ultimately it is important to learn from the past no matter how difficult it is to endure.

-Kevin

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

My Evening with Lil B (told with bad cell phone pictures and videos)


This is one of the few times in my life I entered a show without not knowing at all what to expect. I mean, of course, it happens you walk into a show and the crowd is a lot younger, or a lot older or a lot more different than the idea you had in your mind. It happens. But I had no idea what to expect when I walked downstairs at the Middle East in Cambridge to see Lil B. I had no real idea of what his demographic may or may not be. This show existed for so long in the theoretical that it was odd that it was finally time to go see Lil B in a an actual building in Cambridge. I felt compelled to go see Lil B because, well, in a way, because he is so strange, because I only felt like he existed on the internet and the rest of the time he is flying around in the clouds on the back of a pink pegasus or something, every day just dropping jewels into his Facebook status updates and occasionally dropping 800 track mix tapes which he pulled out of some leprechaun's golden cauldron and dropped it on us. It was like being invited to actually see Bigfoot and having him and her show up and it wasn't just a dead bear some rednecks were passing off as Bigfoot. He was there in front of us., like for real. Lil B seems to inspire this sort of small, rabid fan base/fascination. So when Pat told me he was coming around, somewhere so close to me, I knew I had to go. And here's the weird part: I was never that enamored with his music exactly, but his personality (or persona) was just amazing to me. I know it is dumb to some people, but for some reason he makes laugh, and makes me feel good in a weird, genuine sort of way. And it was a night where I later figured out I probably needed Lil B right at that moment.

So, where to even start? I'll start with the crowd, I guess. One thing that didn't surprise me: I got there during his opening act and for the life of me I can't remember their name, but they were all young, all seemed to have dropped their first mix tapes, and what came through was like listening to Azealia Banks, they were young and they were having the BEST time. I mean they might not have been exactly my cup of tea but their enthusiasm was infectious. So this was funny though: it was an all ages show (of course) and at the Middle East they have a raised area with a bar where they can easily corral the drinkers and keep the young ones out, that was my destination. But there was definitely a LOT of people on the floor, I don't think it was sold out, but there was also a fair amount of people up in the 21 and over corral but I am pretty sure the non drinkers (under agers) outnumbered us old timers. What was fun, though, is that people were AMPED. This comes as no surprise that Lil B would inspire such enthusiasm, even up with the oldie oldersons  people were singing/rapping along and dancing all night.
Here is the crowd on the floor before he even came on just as an example:

I messed up and missed his actual intro, but even when he was announced with a loud siren sound (it sounded like something from a Public Enemy album) and he came out to flashing lights and people went nuts.
This is right after he came out

I know exciting stuff. But here's the thing part of the magic of seeing him, at least to me is how his personality translates into his live show. Well, his onstage banter was pretty much straight out of Facebook updates, and here the thing about Lil B, I guess this is where the line is drawn with a lot of people (I mean besides his music) What I liked about him especially seeing him this night, is that his persona does not seem like a put-on. If I found out it was I might be sort of surprised when I shouldn't be, I mean it was cultivated on the internet but who knows. In a strange sort of way, I like his overt positivity and a corny way, I think that it's a good thing to hear, I mean it affected me in s strange way being a cynical 35 year old, but I'd like to think that he was instilling something no matter how strange to the younger kids there. I mean the way he talks would have been and sound corny coming from say a teacher or something like that, but coming from Lil B.  it becomes cool. If that makes any sense.  I think for me I am a sucker for this sort of thing, getting into hugely posh hardcore/straight edge music when I was in my teens and it has affected me ever since. Even being as big of a hater as I can be, there's is still that part of me that enjoys the super corny, super positive vibe put out by some people. I dunno I am just glad it exists and I am glad that young people are hearing it. And this night was no different, he was on fire. He had us yell stuff like, "Yell: I love life!" and "Let's give a shout out to all our brothers and sisters and all the new babies being born" and, of course, talking about being based and how, "We are all on this based journey together." And how his music is supposed to be fun, "We talk about sex a lot. Even if you don't wanna have sex. My music can be sex for your ears." I wish I had recorded or jotted it all down because it was beautiful, really. In a really strange way, it was, maybe I was hormonal but it hit me in the right spot just at the right time.
Oh and the music: oddly enough Lil B's music has always been the lesser part of the equation for me. Beyond, again, being funny and all. But it might have just been the live experience, in general, but I did enjoy it more in the live setting. I mean who really knows though? My ears rang for a day after due to all the bass.
And then he invited EVERYONE who wanted to either have stuff signed or get a picture with him to come and hang out and come up on stage. Which I am sure the security at the Middle East really loved. At first I was just sort of inching my way to the stage on the floor but changed and went back up through the old person corral where security took pity on us and let through the side. I mean I waited for 45 minutes I don't know how long he was ultimately here. But I thought that was also really cool of him and also indicative of, again, the kind of enthusiasm he garners from his fans. (Confession: being an old person I almost left but was like, "Nah, I need to do this")




Lil B and the crowd waiting to get stuff signed/get pictures with him.


Me and the Based God.
So, I went and got my picture taken and I will reveal here that I got all tongue tied and what came out was, "I love you Based God" which is really embarrassing. And Lil B hugged me and said, "Thanks so much for coming out." It was awesome.

So I dunno, I get it. I understand both sides and I understand not being into him. But there is something so weird and joyful about his whole thing that I am such a sucker for it. And I can't put my finger on exactly why. But there are worse things than reminders to enjoy life the best we can.

-Kevin