Okay then, Minneapolis. That beer is called Surly Darkness and it’s made about three miles from the club we just played. Had a great show too.
Wisconsin……cheeses christ!
The cheese store is called Fromagination and wow is it spectacular. I’m having a bowl of red pepper/tomato soup into which I have had them grate some St Pauline capri.
A nifty but noticeably unsatisfying jewish movie for jewish people about jewishness and jewish things on top of which they had a hard time thinking up an ending again.
At first it seems like a very astute movie about the true nature of relationships, but on a deeper level it’s about how great Tony Blair was and how Bill Clinton was a real shitbag.
Gross. Cheap tales of misery. And death and poverty despair, etc. Like when they get kicked out of their last little hovel and they find the two babies and the little boy hanging in the closet from cords around their necks with a note that says “becuz we are too menny”. Oh good one, buddy that deserves a sideways smiley face 🙂
This entire work seems bent on making one point, which is that marriage is a bad idea. That’s it. What an horrible man to drag readers through all that crap just to make such a point. And ya know what’s worse? I still don’t believe him. Wtf?!
Anyhoo, the guy is an amazing writer so I’m gonna do a little research and see if The Madding Crowd is his only non-tragedy. Jezuz I feel like I’ve been through the wars.
Oh and btw, I read “Tess” only up until she gets raped by the wealthy shitbag dude.
Alright, I’m having a fucked up relationship with ol’ Tom Hardy now. He’s a sado-masochist. I think I hate him……or rather am disappointed and a little grossed out by how he chose to spend his genius. He seems to have totally derailed to total bitterness at some point.
I have tried to start three more of his bigboys and all of them are simply tragedies wherein good and wonderful people are slowly tricked and trapped into small and mean peoples awful little worlds. It is a slow and painful demise based mostly on our vain desires for other people and how its always the wrong people that we desire most. We die dirty cold wet and starving and sad and lonely.
Gross.
Damn, I can’t put myself through that right now in my life but I just love reading this guy’s sentences. They’re just amazing. And I love going into this guys world and being there for hours.
Far From the Madding Crowd has got me. I have about 100 pages left and it’s really just amazing.
I don’t even like this story but Hardy is such a phenominal writer of sentences. Jesus can the guy make ’em. Sentences. His are my favorites.
The atmosphere is intoxicating, too. Complete and intoxicating. When I think about this book during the day it makes me want to stop whatever I’m doing and read more. I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I’m done. Read “Tess” I spose.
If you bother to read this just be forewarned that it starts slow. Really slow.
It took me exactly my entire flight home from Adelaide to Sydney to San Francisco to Portland to finish this kinda-silly pop adventure tale. Perfect for airplanes. The airplane movies of books.
I found it strange how many people asked me “how’s yer day been” yesterday in Sydney. Ironic because that day had been spent exclusively in vans, airports and airplanes. “Bad” would be the most accurate answer when one includes the fact that I was, and still am, recovering from losing my voice almost entirely.
Well it’s a new day, we’re in Adelaide (“Rad-elaide”) and I’m going to hopefully nap until my voice returns. I will be aided by Thomas Hardy’s “Far From the Maddening Crowd”. Let’s just say that ol’ Tommy was a writer of a “windy” nature so I should be out cold in just a few minutes.
I’ve hitched a ride early with Cut Copy so that I can hopefully play drums with Dan Black.
Uffie told me she’s partied every night. Somehow she still sings exactly like her records. Damn. I’m jealous…. and yes the dude on the left is rocking the keytar.
Kelly from Block Party’s other band. A little more electronic on record but kicks a lot of ass live. He rode back to the hotel with us last night. He’s got a cool vibe.
New Young Pony Club. Fuck yes. Badass chick drummer and a real sick disco bass player. I’ve dug every song so far but I’m gonna have to split in ten cuz we’re about to play.
Now, about this book.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote a little thesis called “Why They Read Hesse” which describes it perfectly.
Then add some superpowers and alien intrigue.
I’m not saying I didn’t like it, but it’s definitely for kids. Also, the first half is more well-written than the second half. The book Is part of a forthcoming series, which desperately wants to be made into a movie, by the way. Lastly, the name of the author is the fictional wiseman of the other planet and if the author actually remains anonymous I shall be both impressed and jealous. But I have my doubts.
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