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Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Baltimore
Birthday: 9/21/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: karaoke, nintendo entertainment system, vinyl, the beatles and other British bands with dead members
Expertise: none really, making people laugh at me...
Occupation: Accounting/Finance
Industry: Retail
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  heftysums2
Member Since:
9/30/2003
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Diner
By Steve Guttenberg, Daniel Stern, Mickey Rourke, Kevin Bacon, Tim Daly
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"You're confusing a friendship with a woman... and love."
This movie perfectly and absolutely nails the Baltimore experience. The
combination of Northern free thinking and Southern chaste just mixes
together in the Chesapeake somehow, and creates what this movie
perfectly portrays: a perpetual bevy of confused young men, torn
between chastity, sex, and friendship. The male ego revels in the
trivial, be it sports or music minuatiae since it's a absolute respite
from the incomprehensible female personality. So we hold dear to our
friends, friends that we've hung out many late nights sorting life out
in these diners, now bastions of a past none too far away from the
current.
ALSO: the actual diner in the movie is right across the street from "Sonar." That wasn't where it was filmed but it was moved there after. Neato.
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| Metallica painted themselves in a corner from artistic birth. Same
trouble with the Beach Boys and their silly name. How can a band
continue to grow when absolutely defined by the band name that made
them popular? With Metallica, obviously it's always got to be *metal*,
which despite many many bands attempting to re-define the genre over
the years, there's only SO much that can be done within the confines.
You can be another kind of band and dabble in metal profusely, but
always have an out. Metallica is stuck in this never ending pubescent
cycle, much like their typical fanbase of young 'uns first discovering
them based on shock value and immaturity OR the middle aged dudes
failing to realize their mullets devolved into skullets back in 1992.
Maybe this is the root of my fascination with Metallica, a band forever
struggling (mostly poorly) against type and with three absolutely
classic records held perpetually over their heads as a *metal* Rosetta
Stone. Little did James Hetfield know that when he sang "I'm trapped
under ice!!" that that's where the fans would want him to stay for all
rock history: frozen in time in 1984, denims and shirtless, drunk and
full of youthful anger.
"Death Magnetic" is the best record they've done since "Master of Puppets." It's true, deal with it, keep telling yourselves that "Nothing Else Matters" is SOO much cooler than "More Than Words."
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| The news article:
http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/57525729
[The review in Maxim's March issue gives the Crowes' "Warpaint" a rating
of two-and-a-half stars out of five. The band posted an exasperated
statement on its Web site last week saying the Maxim writer hadn't
heard the entire album because advance copies weren't available. The
Crowes' manager, Pete Angelus, said the magazine explained that its
review was an "educated guess."]
Well I see where the critic is coming from, really. So I decided to review their new album without hearing anything from it-- or in fact ANY of their albums. To wit:
"This record, their
first release since 2005's holiday single "Back Door Santa," deftly
combines the classic Black Crowes sound with that of Seventies rock and
roll. The lead single "Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution" perhaps
paraphrases a little too heavily from Marc Bolan and as such comes back
a little too heavily glam for this reviewer. Put away the glitter,
Chris and bring back the whiskey and the sharp choruses you are known
for. The guitar sounds are incendiary throughout however-- Rich
Robinson has entered brave new territory, a Gibson through a Marshall
stack-- and this should prove to be defining sound of rock n roll for
the new millenium." 4 stars, Dave Beckner, The Record Room.
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| I went to the library, picked up some tax forms and signed out two "Star Wars" hardbacks-- one of which I had reserved and the three studio albums from Whiskeytown, Ryan Adam's former band.
When did I become a sad stereotype?...
... don't answer that, Constant Readers.
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