Broken Flowers and Bill Murray

Now, if you are looking to be rewarded like you were in Lost in translation by some titillation. You will be. If you are looking for mid America scenery you will notice that most of the landscape Bill's characters traverses looks suspiciously like Jersey or somewhere off the Sawmill Parkway or GSP as he tracks down ex girlfriends. If you are looking for some resolve other than the basic mantra to live in the now. Don't go. Stay where you are. Broken Flowers erges you to run away from your same old way of doing things. Don't be the idiot that stood up at the end asking for his money back, when nothing gets resolved in the same old Hollywood fashion. Take a moment because you are never going to find out which of his 20 years worth of ex's and plife atterns sends him on his quest.

Slip on loafers and the 12 oz beer

Sometime when walking in the city, in a rush to go nowhere life threatening, my shoes fall off. I’m afraid that this might happen before getting on a train. Down in the crevice where all that electrical crap is, It would probably be worse in the AM than PM when headed home. The solution I imagine would be to just take off the other shoe, weather permitting of course. But if it were to happen on the way to work, there could be an issue. I’ve lost my Hornsby notebook cd this way in the 23^rd street Path. It just bounced down the tracks. And I schemed for weeks on a strategy to retrieve it without getting down in the muck and electrical, until it suddenly was not visible any more.

 

There are so many choices, when unplugging’ from the Big Agency, the decompression question always comes up. Is it a 12 oz train ride evening or 16 oz? Will a simple bag of chips satisfy the lunch skip or is it a biggee fry or a whole damn meal. Ah, the choices of dear old Newark Penn take-out services are almost endless.

 

 

 

Non-stop action, moviergoer and aviso

I am toast and it did not help that I hung for awhile after the show and drank and yapped it up with the guys: John A and big Al from Pulaski, mix maestro Shawn Overby and the Ort brothers. Shit, I was toast on Friday closing up some Agency work stuff for the weekend.

The show last night at the Brighton Bar was a great release. Jaco never changes his beard just gets longer and grey but the diehard punk in him lives. That guy can tell some stories from all sorts of angles. Hard to explain the performance high, something gets releases from the energy and swet. Eventhough it 'felt like was 1999' with all the familiar faces in one room. It did not feel retro. The music is still vital and I am glad I am enjoying it as much. We stuck mostly to goodnight sweetheart material and few from the more recent Our lady of the Highway, as we've vowed not to prematurely perform the newer tunes until they are ready to played live. On the bill were Moviegoer and they were awesome. The batteries for the toy instruments they would play thru their pick-ups have long since died but there is talk of bringing some semblance of sampler for their next and last reunion show. Thankfully there was some new music by Benny's new band Non-Stop Action. Walter got heckled by Ben when he requested that ben dance some more. Their tunes are gilting like Jehu and vocals and lyrics are clearly assembled like the asphalt craftmanship of Bill Gerwick. Hard to explain I suppose.