Today George Jones died. I’ve always a tendency to dislike country music for the sheer number of irreconcilable douche bags – three chords and high school heartbreak a song do not make.
George Jones was none of that.
Brad Paisley may have a hard time identifying with a black man through words more eloquent than a fifth grader, but a man like Mr. Jones – a true musician and writer – is never crippled thus.
Here, Mr. Jones, in exactly 24 short lines, full of simple words, and reeking of emotion, defines love like men have been trying to do since the dawn of creativity.
Thank you, George Jones.
May you find a peace in death that few find in life.
Tiffany & Co. usually only stokes my interest in a historical sense – the windows on this church were made by Tiffany – but here they’ve managed to capture my attention in the 21st century by sending it back to the 20th.
Cuff links from the Ziegfeld Collection:
Named for New York’s legendary Ziegfeld Theatre, this collection captures the style and sophistication of the 1920s. Cuff links in sterling silver with black enamel finish.
Detroit, MI. A possible location for our horror flick.
One week ago today, I rushed – flew – home from work, showered and headed out the door to my first production meeting. We would be making a horror film, somewhere in Michigan, for as little as possible. It was for this reason that I flew down the worst road in town, by the lake, the big part of the river really, and rendezvoused with Karl – the man who had made me a part of it all. Continue reading
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I love this album. One of the first things I said about it was, “That it sounded like alot of other things, but it was still The Strokes.”
“The Strokes embrace falsetto, synth dance music, and, apparently, the 1980′s in their new album, Comedown Machine.” – Esquire, April 2013.
I meant that. It sounds like The Smith, like Devandra, and Franz. And it’s poppy, and punk, and folky. Continue reading
For years I have wanted to work with film and to become familiar with the intricate world that fuels the industry. I’ve played around with it, made little things here and there, and even tried to get serious – all in the past.
That changes today. A little while ago I asked a friend of mine, who is a well versed and accomplished filmmaker to take me under his wing. True to form; when you engage the world, it will engage you. This friend happened to have a film in the works, one which was already entered in a film festival – or rather had a berth, at least. It’s a horror film, one that examines the satire and humor inevitably found in all good horror.
This will not be the first collaborative project I’ve worked on and I already know that this is the best way to get work done and to grow as a person. He has billed me as writer for the project and tonight I’ll be attending the first production meeting with him. For the opportunity alone I am excited. To actually work on a film, one people will see, is even more exciting.
When I was uploading the video of Nick beating on his drums, I came across this gem from years ago. The sound’s been cut except for the burp, but that hasn’t been altered at all. Original volume, length, and one hell of an impact. Thanks, Red Bull for providing the burp. Shot on the same Sony Digital8 that the last video was.
Looks like Nick’s day on the blog.