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Saturday, December 31

The 40-Year-Old Virgin

I finally saw this on DVD last night. I was laughing my ass off. I can't wait to view the extras.

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BY ROGER EBERT / August 19, 2005

Cast & Credits
Andy: Steve Carell
Trish: Catherine Keener
David: Paul Rudd
Jay: Romany Malco
Ca: Seth Rogen
Haziz: Shelley Malil
Beth: Elizabeth Banks

Universal Pictures presents a film directed by Judd Apatow. Written by Apatow and Steve Carell. Running time: 116 minutes. Rated R (for pervasive sexual content, language and some drug use).

Here's a movie that could have had the same title and been a crude sex comedy with contempt for its characters. Instead, "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" is surprisingly insightful, as buddy comedies go, and it has a good heart and a lovable hero. It's not merely that Andy Stitzer rides his bike to work, it's that he signals his turns.

Andy (Steve Carell) is indeed 40 and a virgin, after early defeats in the gender wars turned him into a non-combatant. His strategy for dealing with life is to surround himself with obsessions, including action figures, video games, high-tech equipment, and "collectibles," a word which, like "drinkable," never sounds like a glowing endorsement.

Andy is one of those guys whose life is a workaround. What he doesn't understand, he avoids, finesses or fakes. On the job at the electronics superstore where he works, his fellow employees spend a lot of time talking about women, and he nods as if he speaks the language. Then they rope him into a poker game, the conversation turns to sex, and they look at him strangely when he observes enthusiastically how women's breasts feel like bags of sand.

The buddies are wonderfully cast. David (Paul Rudd) is still hopelessly in love with a woman who has long since outgrown any possible interest in him; Jay (Romany Malco) is a ladies' man who considers himself an irresistible seducer, and Cal (Seth Rogen) is the guy with practical guidance, such as "date drunks" and "never actually say anything to a woman; just ask questions." All these guys have problems of their own, and seem prepared to pass them on to Andy as advice; listen with particular care to the definition of "aftercourse." Also at work is Paula (Jane Lynch), Andy's boss, a tall, striking woman who is definitely not a 40-year-old virgin; after asking him if he's ever heard of just being sex buddies, she promises him, "I'm discreet, and I'll haunt your dreams."

Andy would just as soon stay home and play with his action figures. But his friends consider it a sacred mission to end his 40-year drought. In a singles bar, under their coaching, he separates a tipsy babe from the crowd; his alarm should have gone off when she asks him to blow into the breathalyzer so she can start her car. In a bookstore he asks a cute sales clerk one question after another, which works charmingly until she finds out he has no answers. He goes to one of those dating round-robins where a buzzer goes off and you switch tables, giving the movie an opportunity to assemble a little anthology of pickup cliches.

And then there's Trish (Catherine Keener). She runs a store across the mall, where you can take in your stuff and she'll sell it on eBay. Andy knows right away that he really likes her, but he's paralyzed by shyness and fear, and the way she coaxes him into asking her out is written so well it could be in a more serious movie. Or maybe it is; there's an insight and understanding under the surface of "The 40-Year-Old Virgin" that is subtle, but sincere.

On the surface, the movie assembles a collection of ethnic types as varied as "Crash." It has fun with them, but it likes them, and it's gentle fun that looks for humanity, not cheap laughs. Consider the character who unexpectedly performs a Guatemalan love song, or Andy's neighbors, who like to watch "Survivor" with him, although he has to bring the set. The movie approaches the subject of homosexuality without the usual gay-bashing, in a scene where the guys trade one-liners beginning "I know you're gay because" and their reasons show more insight than prejudice.

But the best reason the movie works is because Steve Carell and Catherine Keener have a rare kind of chemistry that is maybe better described as mutual sympathy. Keener is an actress at the top of her form, and to see her in "Lovely & Amazing" and "The Ballad of Jack and Rose" and then in "Virgin" is to watch an actress who starts every role with a complete understanding of the woman inside. Her task in the plot is to end Andy's virginity, but her challenge is to create a relationship we care about. We do. The character Trish is intuitively understanding, but more importantly, she actually likes this guy. Keener's inspiration is to have Trish see Andy not as a challenge, but as an opportunity.

The movie was directed by Judd Apatow, who produced "Anchorman," and written by Apatow and Carell, the "Daily Show" veteran who first developed the idea of a closeted virgin in a Second City skit. The screenplay is filled with small but perfect one-liners (as when Andy is advised to emulate David Caruso in "Jade"). At the end, for no good reason except that it strikes exactly the perfect (if completely unexpected) note, the cast performs a Bollywood version of "Age of Aquarius." By then, they could have done almost anything and I would have been smiling.

GSOTD: One More Time

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One More Time by Joe Jackson

Tell me one more time as I hold your hand, that you don't love me
Tell me one more time as teardrops start to fall
Shout it to me and I'll shout it to the skies above me
That there was nothing after all

Baby, baby, tell me that you never wanted my loving
Baby, baby, tell me that you never, tell me, tell me,
One more time, one more time, say you're leaving, say goodbye
One more time, one more time, say you're leaving, say goodbye

Tell me one more time that we never had a thing in common
Tell me one more time as you turn and face the wall
Tell me I should know you were never my kind of woman
Tell me we were fools to fall

Baby, baby, tell me that you never wanted my loving
Baby, baby, tell me that you never, tell me, tell me,
One more time, one more time, say you're leaving, say goodbye
One more time, one more time, say you're leaving, say goodbye

Tell me one more time your tears are only sad confusion
Tell me it's just been so long and that is all
Tell me one more time that love was only my illusion
You never answered to my call

Baby, baby, tell me that you never wanted my loving
Baby, baby, tell me that you never, tell me, tell me,
One more time, one more time, say you're leaving, say goodbye
One more time, one more time, say you're leaving, say goodbye

Marc Albert's Island Mix

I'll bite (in no particular order):

1. Tom Waits - Raindogs
2. The Pixies - Doolittle
3. The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God
4. Robyn Hitchcock - I Often Dream of Trains
5. David Bowie - Scary Monsters
6. The Beatles - A Hard Days Night
7. Bob Mould - Workbook
8. They Might Be Giants - Flood
9. Bob Dylan - Blood on the Tracks
10. Flaming Lips - The Soft Bulletin

Possible alternates that would make it in would include Flaming Lips (Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots), Stereolab (Emperor Tomato Ketchup), REM (Lifes Rich Pageant), and Queen Elvis.

Yeah--nothing terrible "out there," but these are the ones I listen to more than any other and I don't see why a desert island would change that.

Marc

Dave Rajput's Island Mix

(1) Toys in the Attic - AEROSMITH
(2) Foreigner 1 - FOREIGNER
(3) Music Maestro 5 CD's - FRANK SINATRA
(4) Back in Black - AC/DC
(5) Oklahoma - MOVIE SOUNDTRACK
(6) Greatest Hits 2 CD's - DEAN MARTIN
(7) The Glow Of Love - CHANGE feat Luther Vandross
(8) Saturday Night Fever - VARIOUS ARTISTS
(9) The Sun Sessions - ELVIS PRESLEY
(10) The Top Ten Hits 2 CD's - ELVIS PRESLEY

Guntarski's Island Mix

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Here's my rotation (after one cup of coffee) if I were stranded on a desert island. After I was there for a month or so, I'm sure I would have realize others I should have picked:

(1) Henry Rollins - Eric the Pilot
(2) Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes
(3) R.E.M. - Eponymous
(4) Joe Jackson - Look Sharp
(5) Robyn Hitchcock - I Often Dream of Trains
(6) Sublime - 40 oz. to Freedom
(7) Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five
(8) Nirvana - Nevermind
(9) Jonathan Richman - Having a Party
(10) The Replacements - Let It Be

Friday, December 30

Tom Jones' Island Mix

This guy I know at work asked the profound question that every other guy has considered. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, which 10 albums (CDs) would you want to have with you? This assumes you would have the means to play them. (If not, perhaps The Professor could whip something up using a banana, a couple of coconuts, and Ginger's g-string.) Here's my list. There is no "order" to the list, because on a deserted island, who gives a crap about order.

1. AC/DC – Highway To Hell
2. The Black Crowes – The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion
3. Iron Maiden – The Number of the Beast
4. Led Zeppelin – Physical Graffiti (all Zeppelin albums are equally good, but this one’s twice as long)
5. The Who – Who’s Next
6. The Beatles – Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
7. The Rolling Stones – Let It Bleed
8. Guns N’ Roses – Use Your Illusion II
9. U2 – POP
10. Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde


National Treasure

It took me two viewings to get through this film. I'm not sure if this was due to boredom or fatigue. Likely a bit of both. My son even thought this was pretty cheesy. The extras were ok but this is a movie to rent only if you have no other options.

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BY ROGER EBERT / November 19, 2004

Cast & Credits
Benj: Nicolas Cage
Sadusky: Harvey Keitel
Patrick Gates: Jon Voight
Abigail Chase: Diane Kruger
Ian Howe: Sean Bean
Riley Poole: Justin Bartha
Shaw: David Dayan Fisher
John Adams Gates: Christopher Plummer

Walt Disney Pictures presents a film directed by Jon Turteltaub. Written by Jim Kouf, Cormac Wibberley and Marianne Wibberley. Running time: 100 minutes. Rated PG (for action violence and some scary images).

Here is a movie about a fabled ancient treasure from the Middle East, protected through the ages by the Knights Templar and the Masons, and hidden for centuries until a modern investigator follows a series of baffling clues that lead him first to a priceless work in a national gallery, and then to a hiding place beneath an ancient church.

If you are one of the millions, like me, who plowed through The Da Vinci Code, you can be forgiven for thinking they've made it into a movie. And in a way, they have, but the movie is titled "National Treasure." This new Jerry Bruckheimer production is so similar in so many ways to the plot of the Dan Brown best seller that either (a) the filmmakers are the only citizens of the entertainment industry who have never heard of The Da Vinci Code, no, not even while countless people on the set must have been reading the book, or (b) they have ripped it off. My attorneys advise me that (a) is the prudent answer.

That I have read the book is not a cause for celebration. It is inelegant, pedestrian writing in service of a plot that sets up cliff-hangers like clockwork, resolves them with improbable escapes and leads us breathlessly to a disappointing anticlimax. I should read a potboiler like The Da Vinci Code every once in a while, just to remind myself that life is too short to read books like The Da Vinci Code.

The Da Vinci movie, set for 2005, will be directed by Ron Howard, who should study this one for clues about what to avoid. The central weakness of the story is the absurdity of the clues, which are so difficult that no sane forefather could have conceivably believed that anyone could actually follow them. That the movie's hero, named Benjamin Franklin Gates and played by Nicolas Cage, is able to intuitively sense the occult meanings of ancient riddles and puzzles is less a tribute to his intelligence than to the screenplay supplying him with half a dozen bonus A-ha! Moments. An A-Ha! Moment, you will recall, is that moment at which a movie character suddenly understands something which, if he did not understand it, would bring the entire enterprise to a halt.

Benjamin Franklin Gates is named, of course, after the famous software millionaire. His family of historians has been scorned for generations because of its belief that a vast treasure was brought back from the Crusades by the Knights Templar and has been hidden by the Masons -- in this case, Masons who were the Founding Fathers of America. Benjamin's father, Patrick Henry Gates (played by Jon Voight and named after O. Henry), scoffs at the family legend, but his grandfather John Adams Gates (played by Christopher Plummer and named after the inventor of the toilet) gives Benjamin a clue handed down through the generations from Charles Carroll, the last surviving signer of the Declaration of Independence.

This clue, which involves the word "Charlotte," seems baffling until Benjamin has an A-Ha! and leads an expedition north of the Arctic Circle in search of a 19th century sailing ship which, he calculates, must have frozen in the ice and then been shifted miles inland by the gradual movement of the floes. To say the expedition finds the ship without much trouble is putting it mildly; Benjamin digs about a foot down into the permafrost, and then bends over and wipes clean a brass nameplate that helpfully says "Charlotte."

Clues on the ship lead him to believe the map to the treasure may be written in invisible ink on the back of the Declaration of Independence -- a safe place for it, because such a document would be guarded down through the ages. Of course there is the problem of convincing the National Archives to allow you to remove the Declaration from its vacuum-sealed vault and molest it with lemon juice and a hair dryer. Luckily the National Archivist, Dr. Abigail Chase (Diane Kruger), named after her scenes in the movie, is convinced by Benjamin, and together they team up to steal the Declaration before the villain (Sean Bean) can steal it first.

After many chases and close calls and quick thinking and fast footwork and hanging from swinging doors and leaping chasms, etc., the heroes find themselves in a collapsing mine shaft beneath a church tomb -- a shaft that must have been created secretly, although it seems roughly the size of Boston's Big Dig. Whether they're on a wild goose chase or find the fortune of the ages, I will leave for you to discover. I understand why it is necessary, in The Da Vinci Code, to conceal information associated with the Holy Grail, but I am less convinced, in "National Treasure," that the treasure had to be hidden because it was so vast that if all that wealth came suddenly into the world it would, I dunno, capsize the economy or cause the brains of accountants to explode.

Cage, one of my favorite actors, is ideal for this caper because he has the ability to seem uncontrollably enthusiastic about almost anything. Harvey Keitel, who plays FBI agent Sadusky, falls back on his ability to seem grim about almost anything. Jon Voight calls on his skill at seeming sincere at the drop of a pin. Diane Kruger has a foreign accent even though she is the National Archivist, so that our eyes can mist at the thought that in the land of opportunity, even a person with a foreign accent can become the National Archivist. "National Treasure" is so silly that the Monty Python version could use the same screenplay, line for line.

GSOTD: Happy Loving Couples

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Happy Loving Couples by Joe Jackson

I've just been to see my best friend
He's got another girl
Says she's just about the best thing
In the whole damn world

And he says can't you see what the little lady's done for me
Says it like he thinks I'm blind
But the things that you see ain't necessarily the things you can find

But thoes
Happy loving couples make it look so easy
Happy loving couples always talk so kind
Until the time that I can do my dancing with a partner
Those happy couples ain't no friends of mine

People say I'm too damn fussy
When it comes to girls
Happy couples say I must live
In a lonely world

Wanna be, wanna really be what my friends pretend to be
Be it in my own good time
Being kind to myself till I become one of two of a kind

Happy loving couples make it look so easy
Happy loving couples always talk so kind
Until the time that I can do my dancing with a partner
Those happy couples ain't no friends of mine

You ain't no friends of mine

You know what I mean
Happy loving couples
In matching white polo-necked sweaters
Reading Ideal Homes magazine
Yeah!

Wanna be, wanna really be what my friends pretend to be
Be it in my own good time
Being kind to myself till I become one of two of a kind

Happy loving couples make it look so easy
Happy loving couples always talk so kind
Until the time that I can do my dancing with a partner
Those happy couples ain't no friends of mine

You ain't no friends of mine
You ain't no friends of mine
You ain't no friends of mine
You ain't no friends of mine
You ain't no friends of mine

Right, that's enough

Thursday, December 29

GSOTD: Fools in Love

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Fools in Love by Joe Jackson

Fools in love, well are there any other kind of lovers?
Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you see, everything you know now
Everything you do, you do it for your lady
Love your lady, love your lady
Love your lady, love...

Fools in love, are there any creatures more pathetic?
Fools in love, never knowing when they've lost the game

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you see, everything you know now
Everything you do, you do it for your lady
Love your lady, love your lady
Love your lady, love...

Fools in love they think they're heroes
'Cause they get to feel more pain
I say fools in love are zeros
I should know, I should know
Because this fool's in love again

Fools in love, gently hold each others hands forever
Fools in love, gently tear each other limb from limb

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you do, even your rock 'n' roll now
Nothing mean a thing except you and your lady
Love your lady, love your lady
Love your lady, love...

Fools in love they think they're heroes
'Cause they get to feel more pain
I say fools in love are zeros
I should know, I should know
Because this fool's in love again

Wednesday, December 28

GSOTD: (Do the) Instant Mash

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(Do The) Instant Mash by Joe Jackson

In the supermarket there is music while you work
It drives you crazy, sends you screaming for the door
Work there for a year or two and you can't get to like it
I don't work in supermarkets anymore

It's so easy, it's so easy
Grab can, lift arm, stack can, turn around
It's so easy, it's so easy
Do the instant mash, do the instant mash
Do the instant mash, make an instant smash
Doin' the instant mash

In the Discorama there's a DJ tries to charm ya
They got flashin' lights to dance to if you're shy
Red for treble, green for bass, they're wired in sequence round the place
You wait till ten, then try take off your tie

It's so easy, it's so easy
Lift hand, flick wrist, drop hand, turn around
It's so easy, it's so easy
Do the instant mash, do the instant mash
Do the instant mash, make some instant cash
Doin' the instant mash

In the cinema tonight they sit and watch the robots fight
The human beings don't have much to say
Robots making lots of cash and all they eat is instant mash
Oh wouldn't you just love to be that way?

It's so easy, it's so easy
Heat it, beat it, eat it, turn around
It's so easy, it's so easy
Do the instant mash, do the instant mash
Do the instant mash, make an instant smash
Doin' the instant mash

Tuesday, December 27

GSOTD: Sunday Papers

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Sunday Papers by Joe Jackson

Mother doesn't go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside

If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TV's on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along

If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about the other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers

Sunday papers don't ask no questions
Sunday papers don't get no lies
Sunday papers don't raise objection
Sunday papers don't got no eyes

Brother's heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldn't print it if it wasn't true

If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers

Sunday papers don't ask no questions
Sunday papers don't get no lies
Sunday papers don't raise objection
Sunday papers don't got no eyes

Sunday papers don't ask no questions
Sunday papers don't get no lies
Sunday papers don't raise objection
Sunday papers don't got no eyes

Read all about it, Sunday papers

Monday, December 26

GSOTD: Baby Stick Around

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Baby Stick Around by Joe Jackson

Come on you people get your dancing shoes on
Reds and yellow and pinks and blues on
Too late, too late
To stay home and sit around

Purple leopard skin and see-through plastic
Whatever you want, but just make it drastic
Too late, too late To stay home and sit around

What you wanna bet
We ain't started yet
Baby stick around
Baby stick around

Pushin' and shovin' and sweat wet leather
Up and down we go chained together
Too late, too late
To stay home and sit around

Somebody tellin' me the latest scandals
Somebody steppin' on my plastic sandals
Too late, too late
To stay home and sit around

What you wanna bet
We ain't started yet
Baby stick around
Baby stick around

Too late, too late
To stay home and sit around

What you wanna bet
We ain't started yet
Baby stick around
Baby stick around

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Sunday, December 25

GSOTD: Is She Really Going Out With Him?

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Is She Really Going Out With Him? by Joe Jackson

Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold
Look over there! (Where?)
There's a lady that I used to know
She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me,
There's something going wrong around here

Tonight's the night when I go to all the parties down my street.
I wash my hair and I kid myself I look ***really*** smooth
Look over there! (Where?)
Here comes Jeanie with her new boyfriend
They say that looks don't count for much
If so, there goes your proof

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me,
There's something going wrong around here

But if looks could kill
There's a man there who's more down as dead.
Cause I've had my fill
Listen you, take your hands off her head
I get so mean around this scene

Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me
There's something going wrong around here

Joe Jackson Albums

Below are a few of my favorite Joe Jackson albums. I recently began overplaying "Look Sharp". My 6 and 16 year olds both really dig this album.



GAOTW: Joe Jackson

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Joe Jackson (born August 11, 1954 in Scotland as David Ian Jackson) is a British musician. Jackson is probably best-known for the 1982 hit song "Steppin' Out", which still gets extensive FM radio airplay, and for his 1979 hit, "Is She Really Going Out With Him?"

He started off learning to play the violin but soon switched to piano. From the age of 16 he played in bars, and won a scholarship to study musical composition at London's Royal Academy of Music. Jackson did not like the prospect of being a serious composer, and moved towards pop and rock.

His first band was Arms and Legs which collapsed after two unsuccessful singles. He then spent some time in the cabaret circuit to make money to record his own demos.

In 1978 a producer heard his tape, and got him signed to A&M Records. The album Look Sharp! was recorded straight away, and was released in 1979, quickly followed by I'm the Man and Beat Crazy in 1980. He also collaborated with Lincoln Thompson in reggae crossover. "Breaking us in two" from his album Night and Day is still, to this day, considered by some to be one of the greatest songs to be written, by anybody, anywhere. It was this song that immortalised Jackson.

The Joe Jackson Band was very successful and toured extensively. After the breakup of the band, Joe took a break and recorded an album of old-style swing and blues tunes, Jumpin' Jive, featuring songs of Cab Calloway, Lester Young, Glenn Miller, and most prominently, Louis Jordan. He went on to record Night and Day, an album that paid tribute to the wit and style of Cole Porter (and less directly, to New York City) and was his last album to hit the Top 10, peaking at #4.

He recorded another record that was heavily influenced by jazz, pop and jazz standards, and salsa, Body and Soul, which hit #20, containing the hit "You can't get what you want ('til you know what you want)".

Jackson followed with Big World, a three-sided double record (the fourth side consisted of a single centring groove and a label stating "there is no music on this side"). The instrumental Will Power set the stage for things to come later, but before he left pop behind he put out two more cerebral and celebratory albums, Blaze of Glory and Laughter and Lust. For some years he drifted away from the pop style, going on to be signed by Sony Classical in 1997, which released his Symphony No. 1 in 1999 for which he received a Grammy award.

Night and Day II in 2000 lacked strong pop hooks though, as usual with Jackson, displayed fine lyrics and some elegant songwriting. Volume 4 in 2003 reunited the original band and was well received. A promotional CD, bundled with the initial release, of the 'live' band playing some of Jackson's strongest material was widely admired.

Jackson is also an author, having written A Cure for Gravity, published in 1999, which Jackson has described as a "book about music, thinly disguised as a memoir". It traces his early musical life from childhood until his 24th birthday. Life as a pop star, he suggested, was hardly worth writing about.

Discography

Look Sharp! (1979, A&M) #20 US, #40 UK
I'm the Man (1979, A&M) #22 US, #12 UK
Beat Crazy (1980, A&M) #41 US, #42 UK
Jumpin' Jive (1981, A&M) #42 US, #14 UK
Night and Day (1982, A&M) #4 US, #3 UK
Mike's Murder (1983, A&M) #64 US
Body & Soul (1984, A&M) #20 US, #14 UK
Big World (1986, A&M) #34 US, #41 UK
Will Power (1987, A&M) #131 US
Live 1980/86 (1987, A&M) #91 US, #66 UK
Tucker (1988, A&M)
Blaze of Glory (1989, A&M) #61 US, #36 UK
Laughter & Lust (1991, Virgin) #116 US, #41 UK
Night Music (1994, Virgin)
Heaven & Hell (1997, Sony)
Symphony No. 1 (1999, Sony)
Summer in the City: Live in New York (2000, Sony)
Night and Day II (2000, Sony)
Two Rainy Nights (2002, Great Big Island)
Volume 4 (2003, Ryko)
Afterlife (2004, Ryko)

Saturday, December 24

War of the Worlds

Against my better judgement I rented this movie. Partly because my son digs over the top alien movies but also I do as well. I should have followed my trend of avoiding Tom Cruise films like the plague. The movie was ok but the ending was rushed and weak. Check it out only if you have seen every other alien invasion movie ever made!

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BY ROGER EBERT / June 29, 2005

Cast & CreditsRay Ferrier: Tom Cruise
Rachel: Dakota Fanning
Mary Ann: Miranda Otto
Robbie: Justin Chatwin
Harlan Ogilvy: Tim Robbins

Paramount Pictures presents a film directed by Steven Spielberg. Written by Josh Friedman and David Koepp. Based on the novel by H.G. Wells. Running time: 118 minutes. Rated PG-13 (for frightening sequences of sci-fi violence and disturbing images).

"War of the Worlds" is a big, clunky movie containing some sensational sights but lacking the zest and joyous energy we expect from Steven Spielberg. It proceeds with the lead-footed deliberation of its 1950s predecessors to give us an alien invasion that is malevolent, destructive and, from the alien point of view, pointless. They've "been planning this for a million years" and have gone to a lot of trouble to invade Earth for no apparent reason and with a seriously flawed strategy. What happened to the sense of wonder Spielberg celebrated in "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," and the dazzling imagination of "Minority Report"?

The movie adopts the prudent formula of viewing a catastrophe through the eyes of a few foreground characters. When you compare it with a movie like "The Day After Tomorrow," which depicted the global consequences of cosmic events, it lacks dimension: Martians have journeyed millions of miles to attack a crane operator and his neighbors (and if they're not Martians, they journeyed a lot farther). The hero, Ray Ferrier (Tom Cruise), does the sort of running and hiding and desperate defending of his children that goes with the territory, and at one point even dives into what looks like certain death to rescue his daughter.

There's a survivalist named Ogilvy (Tim Robbins) who has quick insights into surviving: "The ones that didn't flatline are the ones who kept their eyes open." And there are the usual crowds of terrified citizens looking up at ominous threats looming above them. But despite the movie's $135 million budget, it seems curiously rudimentary in its action.

The problem may be with the alien invasion itself. It is not very interesting. We learn that countless years ago, invaders presumably but not necessarily from Mars buried huge machines all over the Earth. Now they activate them with lightning bolts, each one containing an alien (in what form, it is hard to say). With the aliens at the controls, these machines crash up out of the Earth, stand on three towering but spindly legs and begin to zap the planet with death rays. Later, their tentacles suck our blood and fill steel baskets with our writhing bodies.

To what purpose? Why zap what you later want to harvest? Why harvest humans? And, for that matter, why balance these towering machines on ill-designed supports? If evolution has taught us anything, it is that limbs of living things, from men to dinosaurs to spiders to centipedes, tend to come in numbers divisible by two. Three legs are inherently not stable, as the movie demonstrates when one leg of a giant tripod is damaged, and it falls helplessly to the ground.

The tripods are indeed faithful to the original illustrations for H.G. Wells' novel The War of the Worlds, and to the machines described in the historic 1938 Orson Welles radio broadcast. But the book and radio program depended on our imaginations to make them believable, and the movie came at a time of lower expectations in special effects. You look at Spielberg's machines and you don't get much worked up, because you're seeing not alien menace but clumsy retro design. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to set the movie in 1898, at the time of Wells' novel, when the tripods represented a state-of-the-art alien invasion.

There are some wonderful f/x moments, but they mostly don't involve the pods. A scene where Ray wanders through the remains of an airplane crash is somber and impressive, and there is an unforgettable image of a train, every coach on fire, roaring through a station. Such scenes seem to come from a kind of reality different from that of the tripods.

Does it make the aliens scarier that their motives are never spelled out? I don't expect them to issue a press release announcing their plans for world domination, but I wish their presence reflected some kind of intelligent purpose. The alien ship in "Close Encounters" visited for no other reason, apparently, than to demonstrate that life existed elsewhere, could visit us, and was intriguingly unlike us while still sharing such universal qualities as the perception of tone. Those aliens wanted to say hello. The alien machines in "War of the Worlds" seem designed for heavy lifting in an industry that needs to modernize its equipment and techniques. (The actual living alien being we finally glimpse is an anticlimax, a batlike, bug-eyed monster, confirming the wisdom of Kubrick and Clarke in deliberately showing no aliens in "2001").

The human characters are disappointingly one-dimensional. Cruise's character is given a smidgen of humanity (he's an immature, divorced hotshot who has custody of the kids for the weekend) and then he wanders out with his neighbors to witness strange portents in the sky, and the movie becomes a story about grabbing and running and ducking and hiding and trying to fight back.

There are scenes in which poor Dakota Fanning, as his daughter, has to be lost or menaced, and then scenes in which she is found or saved, all with much desperate shouting. A scene where an alien tentacle explores a ruined basement where they're hiding is a mirror of a better scene in "Jurassic Park" where characters hide from a curious raptor.

The thing is, we never believe the tripods and their invasion are practical. How did these vast metal machines lie undetected for so long beneath the streets of a city honeycombed with subway tunnels, sewers, water and power lines, and foundations? And why didn't a civilization with the physical science to build and deploy the tripods a million years ago not do a little more research about conditions on the planet before sending its invasion force? It's a war of the worlds, all right -- but at a molecular, not a planetary level.

All of this is just a way of leading up to the gut reaction I had all through the film: I do not like the tripods. I do not like the way they look, the way they are employed, the way they attack, the way they are vulnerable or the reasons they are here. A planet that harbors intelligent and subtle ideas for science fiction movies is invaded in this film by an ungainly Erector set.

March of the Penguins

My daughter had to see this movie. Unfortunately, I was the only member of my family who was not bored to death by this documentary.

http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?

BY ROGER EBERT / July 8, 2005

Narrator: Morgan Freeman

Warner Independent Pictures presents a documentary directed by Luc Jacquet. Written by Jordan Roberts. Running time: 80 minutes. Rated G.

After a long summer of feasting, their bodies stately and plump, the emperor penguins of Antarctica begin to feel, toward autumn, a need to march inland to the breeding grounds "where each and every one of them was born." They are all of a mind about this, and walk in single file, thousands of them, in a column miles long. They all know where they are going, even those making the march for the first time, and when they get there, these countless creatures, who all look more or less the same to us, begin to look more or less desirable to one another. Carefully, they choose their mates.

This is not a casual commitment. After the female delivers one large egg, the male gathers it into a fold of his abdomen, plants his feet to protect the egg from the ice below, and then stands there for two months with no food or water, in howling gales, at temperatures far below zero, in total darkness, huddled together with the other fathers for warmth. The females meanwhile, march all the way back to the sea, now even more distant, to forage for food, which they will bring when the spring comes, if they know it must. When the females return to the mass of countless males, they find their mate without error and recognize the cries of chicks they have never seen.

"March of the Penguins" is simply, and astonishingly, the story of this annual cycle. It was filmed under unimaginable conditions by the French director Luc Jacquet and his team, including the cinematographers Laurent Chalet and Jerome Maison. There is not much to choose from in setting up their shots: On the coldest, driest and (in winter) darkest continent on Earth, there is snow, and there is ice, and there are penguins. There is also an ethereal beauty.

Although the compulsion to reproduce is central to all forms of life, the penguins could be forgiven if they'd said the hell with it and evolved in the direction of being able to swim to Patagonia. The film's narrator, Morgan Freeman, tells us that Antarctica was once a warm land with rich forests that teemed with creatures. But as the climate grew colder over long centuries, one lifeform after another bailed out, until the penguins were left in a land that, as far as they can see, is inhabited pretty much by other penguins, and edged by seas filled with delicious fish. Even their predators, such as the leopard seal, give them a pass during the dark, long, cold winter.

"This is a love story," Freeman's narration assures us, reminding me for some reason of Tina Turner singing "What's Love Got to Do With It?" I think it is more accurately described as the story of an evolutionary success. The penguins instinctively know, because they have been hard-wired by evolutionary trial and error, that it is necessary to march so far inland because in spring, the ice shelf will start to melt toward them, and they need to stand where the ice will remain thick enough to support them.

As a species, they learned this because the penguins who paused too soon on their treks had eggs that fell into the sea. Those who walked farther produced another generation, and eventually every penguin was descended from a long line of ancestors who were willing to walk the extra mile.

Why do penguins behave in this manner? Because it works for them, and their environment gives them little alternative. They are Darwinism embodied. But their life history is so strange that until the last century, it was not even guessed at. The first Antarctic explorers found penguins aplenty, but had little idea where they came from, where they went to, and indeed whether they were birds or mammals.

The answers to those questions were discovered by a man named Apsley Cherry-Garrard, in one of the most remarkable books ever written, The Worst Journey in the World (1922). He was not writing about the journey of the penguins, but about his own trek with two others through the bitter night to their mating grounds. Members of Scott's 1910-1912 expedition to the South Pole, they set out in the autumn to follow the march of the penguins, and walked through hell until he found them, watched them, returned with one of their eggs. Cherry-Garrard retired to England, where he lived until 1959; his friends felt the dreadful march, and the later experience of finding the frozen bodies of Scott and two others, contributed to his depression for the rest of his life.

For Jacquet and his crew, the experience was more bearable. They had transport, warmth, food and communication with the greater world. Still, it could not have been pleasant, sticking it out and making this documentary, when others were filming a month spent eating at McDonald's. The narration is a little fanciful for my taste, and some of the shots seem funny to us but not to the penguins. When they fall over, they do it with a remarkable lack of style. And for all the walking they do, they're ungainly waddlers. Yet they are perfect in their way, with sleek coats, grace in the water and heroic determination. It's poignant to watch the chicks in their youth, fed by their parents, playing with their chums, the sun climbing higher every day, little suspecting what they're in for.

GSOTD: Great Rock & Roll Swindle

http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/

By Sex Pistols

People said we couldn´t play
They called us foul-mothed yobs
But the only notes that really count
Are the ones that come in wads

They all drowned when the air turned blue
´Cos we didn´t give a toss
Filthy lucre, ain´t nothing new
But we all get cash from chaos

The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock´n´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now

E.M.I. said you´re out of hand
And they gave us the boot
But they couldn´t sack us, just like that
Without giving us the loot

Thank you kindly A&M
They said we were out of bounds
But that ain´t bad for two weeks work
And 75,000 pounds

The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock´n´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now

The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock´n´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now

I just wanna play with my band
Are you good enough for me
Hi ya boys I´m the choosen one
Can´t you fucking see

I´m a jealous god and I want everything
And I love you with a knife
I´ll take you, if you´re ready for me
And I´ll give you my life

The time is right for Nickey´s Special
The greatest rock´n´roll star
The time is right for me, now

Christmas Countdown: Day 1

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Twas the Night before Christmas as performed by Henry Rollins

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Friday, December 23

Christmas Countdown: Day 2

http://www.benfolds.com/

Lonely Christmas Eve by Ben Folds

I'm not so bad
I just hate to see a good time had
By everyone but me.
On this lonely Christmas Eve
I hear them up and down
And up and down the street.

They're making
Noise noise noise noise.
How I hate their happy noise.
There's only one thing I hate more
Come to think of it.
And that's the people who keep
Making it.

Feast feast feast feast.
They'll have more than anyone could ever eat.
Me, I'm stuck here with my cream of wheat.
There's no one here to feast with me
On this lonely Christmas Eve.

Don't they know I'm up here all alone
In my cave up in the hills?
How I wish that this would go away,
This dreadful holiday
That they call Christmas day.

When they're done with all their Christmas noise
And they've had their Christmas feast
Just when I think that I might finally
Get a moments peace they start to

Sing sing sing sing.
Now I'll never get no sleep.
I'm screaming out the window
But it don't do no good.
They sing and sing and sing
All through the neighborhood.
Sing sing sing.

They take their little break and then
They do it all again.

It's a lonely Christmas Eve.

GSOTD: Bodies

http://www.sing365.com/music/

Bodies by Sex Pistols

she was a girl from birmingham
she just had an abortion
she was a case of insanity
her name was pauline she lived in a tree
she was a no one who killed her baby
she sent her letters from the country
she was an animal she was a bloody disgrase
body i'm not an animal
body i'm not an animal
dragged on a table in factory
illegitimate place to be
in a packet in a lavatory
die little baby screaming fucking bloody mess
it's not an animal it's an abortion
body i'm not animal
mummy i'm not an abortion
throbbing squirm, gurgling bloody mess
i'm not an discharge, i'm not a loss in
protein, i'm not a throbbing squirm
fuck this and fuck that fuck it all and
fuck the fucking brat
she don't wanna baby that looks like that
i don't wanna baby that looks like that
body i'm not an animal
body i'm not an abortion
body i'm not an animal
an animal
i'm not an animal...
i'm not an abortion...
mummy! ugh!

Thursday, December 22

The Strokes: Year End Update

www.thestrokes.com

hello everyone,

just a quick note before we leave for the holiday season....

want to say THANK YOU to all the fans in BRAZIL, ARGENTINA, and CHILE for coming out and supporting the band on the most recent south american tour...

and of course, THANK YOU to all the fans from tokyo, sydney, london, paris, berlin, amsterdam, stockholm, milano and madrid for doing the same on our most recent world promotional tour!

some news....

as some of you might know by now, THE STROKES' the new album, FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF EARTH, is due to be released worldwide at the very top of the new year.

album out JAN 03 for the U.S.A

(for exact release dates of other territories around the workd, you can view the front page of www.thestrokes.com... Juliet's idea, looks quite nice!)

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if you can't wait and want to order it now, you can pre-order online from INSOUND here: http://www.insound.com/noteworthy/promo.php?p=530

anyone who pre-orders the album here will receive a free "JUICEBOX" 7" vinyl, with b-sides "Hawaii" (previously unreleased) and "Juicebox" (live in Santiago de Chile)

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speaking of the "Juicebox" single...

THANK YOU to all the fans in the U.S. who have given us our FIRST #1 in... well.... basically anything! the JUICEBOX cd-single is the #1 selling single in AMERICA this week on the BILLBOARD TOP 100 SINGLES SALES chart...

it was released DEC.13th nationwide, and includes the b-side "Hawaii" and the uncensored director's cut of the video for "Juicebox" of course, it's still available at stores across the country...

here's a couple things to let you know about, and then i'll be back on JAN 03 with a complete update on what to expect in the upcoming months from THE STROKES:

***U.S. "NOT-SO-SECRET" SHOW DATES***

on top of the release, the band will be doing a few SMALL VENUE sneak- preview shows in the U.S.... we won't be announcing WHERE the band is playing into a few days prior to each show

JAN 03 - Chicago
JAN 05 - Seattle
JAN 06 - Los Angeles
JAN 09 - Atlanta

for most of the tickets to these shows you'll have to win by listening to the local modern-rock radio station in the days leading up to the show...

however, some will be sold as well, but again... you'll have to listen for details on the radio station to figure out how/where/when you can buy or win tickets..

for all info on these shows, tune into the following radio stations leading up to the show....

Chicago, Q101
Seattle, KNDD "THE END"
Los Angeles, KROQ 106.7
Atlanta, tune 99X

don't worry if you miss out on these shows, we'll be back early in 2006 for a FULL US tour..

***T.V. STUFF***

Jules will be interviewed on Jim Shearer's "T-Minus Rock" show on MTV2 in the U.S. everyday on the week starting JAN. 02 the show airs 11am Mon. - Fri. that week...

we'll be taping a half-hour special with FUSE TV on JAN. 12th as well, for broadcast at a later date...information TBA on that...

--in the U.K....

at MIDNITE in London on New Year's Eve, MTV UK will air an exclusive hour-long concert by THE STROKES that was taped in front of 100 fans in London on our recent trip overseas...

***TOUR DATES***

as you can see from the TOUR section at www.thestrokes.com, we have already announced and sold out an exclusive UK tour...

this is what is coming soon....

U.S. tour dates will run from LATE FEB - MID-APRIL...

we'll be announcing that shortly....you can watch www.thestrokes.com just around the album release and we'll announce in the TOUR section...

we're also planning a CANADIAN TOUR to happen shortly after the end of the U.S. tour...so hang on there, Canada... please ease up on the hate-mail...yes, we DO know you exist, and you're beautiful...but we won't route you in with the US tour, you're gonna get your own sweet package of dates...

MAY and JUNE, looks like the soonest we'll be able to make it back to Europe...so we hope to see you then...

JULY and AUGUST, we have our minds set on australia and japan...

south america, you JUST had us... so you'll have to hang out for a bit... but we hope to see you again soon in 2006.

ok....

i'll be back on JAN 03 with a more in-depth look at what to expect, where to see the band, and what is going on....

until then, everyone enjoy their year end holiday celebrations...and
have a safe and happy new year!

-ryan
the strokes
wiz kid mgmt.

Christmas Countdown: Day 3

http://www.all-good-tabs.com/

Wesley Willis - Kris Kringle Was a Car Thief

Once upon a time, Kris Kringle stole a beat-up Maverick parked by my house
He used a screwdriver to jimmy the lock
After that, he then jumped into the stolen car and started up the motor
He drove away the stolen car in hot pursuit

Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle was a car thief

Kris Kringle sped down West Fullerton Avenue in hot pursuit looking for hookers
He was firewalling the throttle
When the Chicago police officers spotted the stolen Maverick as it zoomed past them, they turned on their siren
Then they went after the beat-up stolen Maverick

Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle was a car thief

The police pulled Kris Kringle over
Kris Kringle tried to escape from the police
He was arrested for auto theft
He was whisked away to jail

Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle was a car thief

Kris Kringle was a car thief

Kris Kringle was a car thief
Kris Kringle was a car thief

Mitsubishi, the word is getting around

GSOTD: Problems

http://www.sex-pistols.net/

Too many problems
Oh why am I here
I don’t need to be me
’cos you’re all too clear
Well I can see
There’s something wrong with you
But what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don’t come to me if you need pitty
Are you lonely you got no one
You get your body in suspension that’s no
Problem problem
Problem the problem is you

Eat your heart out on a plastic tray

You don’t do what you want then you’ll fade away
You won’t find me working nine to five
It’s too much fun a being alive
I’m using my feet for my human machine
You won’t find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all you needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated

Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do

Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem

In a death trip I ain’t automatic
You won’t find me just staying static
Don’t you give me any orders
For people like me there is no order

Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you’d solved all your problems
But you are the problem

Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
I’ll leave it to you
Problem ther problem is you
You got a problem
Oh what you gonna do

They know a doctor
Gonna take you away
They take you away
And throw away the key
They don’t want you
And they don’t want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do
Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem

Wednesday, December 21

Christmas Countdown: Day 4

http://www.sing365.com/music/

Punk Rock Christmas Lyrics by Sex Pistols

Let's 'avit!
Oi!
Yeh!
Its gonna to be
A punk rock christmas this year,
Even santa's gonna be
A Sex Pistol for a day
All those christmas trees swinging safety pins from their leaves

It's gonna be
A punk rock christmas this year

Farah Fawcett will change her hairstyle for a day,
The Queen will sing
Anarchy In The UK
and old Mick Jagger will adopt
A strangle and a swagger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby

Rick Wakeman will take up the electric guitar, ha
And Johnny Ramone will get a sled for a car,
Theres a group called The Damned, they say
Who play the four wise men in a play, in a play, IN A PLAY!!

It's gonna be, haha
A punk rock christmas this year
Even santa's gonna be
A Sex Pistol for a day
All those christmas trees swinging safety pins from their leaves

It's gonna be
A punk rock christmas this year

(Santa) What do you want for christmas,
Little boy?
(Sid) I want a Damned LP
With Eddie & The Hot Rods on the back,
I want a colour TV so I can kick it in
I want an Ace guitar,
And a subscription to Punk Magazine
(Santa) What else do you you want for christmas,
Little boy?
(Sid) I want two copies of God Save The Queen
With a picture sleeve
(Santa) With a picture sleeve?
(Sid) YEAH, WITH A PICTURE SLEEVE!
(Santa) If you're a good little boy
Your wish will come true
(Sid) YEAH, WELL IT BLODDY WELL BETTER!

We're gonna give ya
A punk rock christmas this year
And I'm gonna give you
A nice sweater all ripped to shreads,
Get mum and dad a sheet
Get some safety pins for their cheeks
It gonna be
A punk rock christmas this year
A punk rock christmas this year
A punk rock christmas this year
A punk rock christmas this year
A punk rock christmas this year (You know you love me like you do)
A punk rock christmas this year (Whole country's going to the dogs)
A punk rock christmas this year (The only thing that's left)
A punk rock christmas this year (Yeah, a punk rock, rock an roll)

GSOTD: Pretty Vacant

http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/

there's no point in asking
you'll get no reply
oh just remember a don't decide
i got no reason it's too all much
you'll always find us out to lunch
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty
a vacant
don'y ask us to attend
'cos we're not all there
oh don't pretend 'cos i don't care
i don't belive illusions
'cos too much is real
so stop you'r cheap comment
'cos we know what we feel
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
ah but now and we don't care
there's no piont in asking
you'll get no reply
oh just remember a don't decide
i got no reason it's all too much
you'll always find me out to lunch
we're out on lunch
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty ah
but now and we don't care
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
and we don't care

Tuesday, December 20

GSOTD: Liar

http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/sexpistols/liar.html

Liar by Sex Pistols

Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
Tell me why tell me why
Why d'you have to lie
Should've realised that
Should've told the truth
Should've realised
You know what I'll do

You're in suspension
You're a liar

Now I wanna know know know know
I wanna know why you never
Look me in the face
Broke a confidence just to please
Your ego should've realised
You know what I know

You're in suspension
You're a liar

I know where you go everybody you know
I know everything that do or say
So when you tell lies
I'll always be in your way
I'm nobody's fool and I know all
'Cos I know what I know

You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
I think you're funny you're funny ha ha
I don't need it don't need your blah blah
Should've realised I know what you are
You're in suspension you're in suspension
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie

Christmas Countdown: Day 5

http://www.sing365.com/music/

Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel by South Park

Kyle: Okay Ike, you're my little brother, so I have to show you how to celebrate Hanukkah. This is called a 'Dreidel'. You spin it and see where it lands, and you sing this song..

I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play.
Oh, Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
Kyle: Now you try it Ike. Just spin it with your fingers like this..
[ike sings mini song to the tune]

Cartman: Hey, what the hell are you doing?
Kyle: Oh, hey Cartman.. We're playing dreidel, you wanna try?
Cartman: Sure!

Cartman: Here's a little dreidel
That's small and made of clay
But i'm not gonna play with it
'Cos dreidel's fuckin' gay.

Kyle: Hey, Shut your mouth, fatass!
C: Jews, play stupid games..
Jews, that's why they're lame.

|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel
|| I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel
|| With Dreidel I shall play.

Stan: Hey, what's going on? Oh, it's that hanukkah thing..
Cartman: It's soooo amazing! You spin this thing on the ground and it goes round and round, I could watch it all day..
Stan: Let me try..

Stan: I'll try to make it spin..
It fell, i'll try again.

|| K: Oh, Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.

|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.

|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame!

Sheila: Hello Boys!
Kyle: Hi mom!
Sheila: Oh, how precious! You boys are all playing dreidel.. now you know that dreidel is a time-honoured tradition for the hebrew people.
Cartman: Yes we know, Ms Broflovski, it's so very insteresting..
Sheila: Now when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
You'll know, our people always win!
|| Sheila: 'Cos when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame!

Kyle: Oh, hi dad!
Gerald: Hello everybody.. say, can I join in?
Kyle: Sure..
K: I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall..
Everybody!

|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| Sheila: Now when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, on that show..

|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame!
|| Sheila: 'Cos when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, on that show..

Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
You're so hot, on that show..
Courtney Cox, I.. uh?
Kyle: Dad, we're singing about a dreidel.
Gerald: Oh, sorry..
Sheila: We'll talk about this later, Gerald!

|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| Sheila: Now when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, on that show..

|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Drei-del-I-shall-plaaaay!
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, I-will-try-a-gaaaiin!
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that-is-why-they're-laaaame!
|| Sheila: 'Cos when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our peo-ple-al-ways-wiiiiinn!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, Court-ney-I-love-yooooou!

Rolling Stone's Top 100 Guitarists of All Time

The list

Monday, December 19

Iconz: December Fish-Mix

http://www.fishbase.org/

Fish,

How's that December CD coming along? Andrew "El Mozote" may or may not be finalizing that long awaited November CD as this weekend his first child was born. I'm sure, now that that's over, he will be back on task. After you, the schedule is as follows

* January - Manny "Tiny Bubbles" Torres
* February - Your Humble Narrator
* March - Jones
* April - Emmet
* May - Love Pickle (who will soon be an AZ resident)
* June - Berzerker Dan
* July - El Mozote de Soccer

Also,we need more opinions on the blog. Now since El Mozote became a dad, I'm the only one out there.

http://polyestericonz.blogspot.com

Have a good holiday!!

T.E. Linnig
linnig@cox.net
http://azosos.blogspot.com/

GSOTD: Anarchy in the UK

http://www.sing365.com/music/

Right ! NOW ! ha ha ha ha ha

I am the antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos I

I wanna BE anarchy !
No dogs body

Anarchy for the U.K it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
your future dream is a shopping scheme cos I

I wanna BE anarchy !
In the city

How Many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos I

I wanna BE anarchy !
THE ONLY WAY TO BE !

Is this the M.P.L.A
Or is this the U.D.A
Or is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the U.K or just
another country
another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name
Get PISSED DESTROY !

Christmas Countdown: Day 6

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Holly Jolly Christmas as sung by Burl Ives

Have a holly jolly Christmas
It's the best time of the year
I don't know if there'll be snow
But have a cup of cheer

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
and everyone you meet

Oh, the mistletoe hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't here,
Oh, by golly have a holly jolly Christmas this year!

Have a holly jolly Christmas
It's the best time of the year

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And when you walk down the street,
Say hello to friends you know
and everyone you meet.

Oh, the mistletoe hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me!

Have a holly jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't here,
Oh, by golly have a holly jolly Christmas this year!