In the interest of posting more often, I’m taking a new approach. You lovelies will still be treated tales of my ridiculous life, only with posts like this thrown in on a more regular basis. I figure it’ll drive me to write more, and keep you guys on your toes at the same time.
Moving right along…
If you haven’t already, you MUST check out Dave Hause’s solo album, Resolutions. Seriously. We might not be friends anymore if you don’t.
Dave Hause, frontman of The Loved Ones (a wicked awesome Philly based punk band) has me completely and utterly hooked on his solo work. I had seen him play a show with Brian Fallon of The Gaslight Anthem back in January of 2010, and couldn’t have been more impressed (also, there is no better venue for an acoustic show than the First Unitarian Church in Philly). Resolutions has quickly solidified itself in my top ten favorite albums, and has been on repeat in my car for a few months now. This is the kind of music that was meant for playing at top volume with the windows down.
Lines That Make Me Sing At The Top Of My Lungs
”You say there’s not a God, Goddamnit I could use a little faith to keep from crawling right out of my skin.” (Track 1, Time Will Tell)
“The winter’s long, I know your heart’s beating with fear. Turn this record on and open up your ears, summer’s coming baby, this could be our year.” (Track 5, Resolutions)
“Come on kid, come on. It’s one foot and then the other. Everybody needs a hand sometimes, everybody needs a brother. Come on, kid come on, I’m reaching out to you. Get out bed kid, face the world, and show us what you can do.” (Track 3, C’Mon Kid)
The vocals on this album are unbelievable, and it really shows what Hause is capable of. Bottom line: Check this out ASAP… and pick up some stuff from The Loved Ones while you’re at it.
As much as it pains and embarrasses me, the 16 Year Old in Me REALLY Wants to see Fast 5.
Ten years ago, Vin Diesel and Paul Walker brought the world of street drag racing to the screen with an overwrought plot, souped up cars, and a love story. I’ll be damned if I wasn’t awestruck at the age of 16, drooling over Paul Walker’s charming good looks as he played the cop with a bad boy edge. In my 16-year-old mind, this movie was, in fact, the shit. I mean, what overzealous teenager WOULDN’T buy into the movie’s sympathetic villain, Dominic Toretto’s speech: “I live my life a quarter-mile at a time. Nothing else matters: not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I’m free.” That’s some deep shit right there (Please tell me you are all picking up on my sarcasm here). The Fast and the Furious was one of those movies that had all kinds of kids begging their parents for the money to put body kits on their decade-old Hondas.
Over the years, we have seen the original move spawn sequels we could have likely done without:
2Fast, 2Furious
The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
Fast and Furious
Now, ladies and gents, ten years after the release of the original, someone thought it a great idea to tie this franchise up with one final (we hope) addition. Fast Five looks like it is pretty much going to suck as hard as all the others, and yet, I feel compelled to go see it. I know, I know. I’m not sixteen anymore. The whole concept has lost its luster, but it’s almost like I need closure. I need to see where Officer Brian O’Connor and Mr. Dominic Toretto end up. I’m fully ashamed of this fact, but I’ll likely pony up an exorbitant amount of my hard-earned money to go see this one. My only consolation here is that, well, Paul Walker is still pretty dreamy.
Speaking of sequels we probably don’t need, I will most likely also be going to see Scream 4. You can stop laughing now.
Insidious… well, it pretty much sucked.
When I saw the trailer for this movie, I was stoked. I should have known better than to get my hopes up for a horror flick made anytime after the late 80′s, but hey, I’m an optimist (sometimes). The previews for this movie had my hopes up that I would leave the theater creeped out and unable to sleep that night (we’ve already determined I’m weird, so let’s not act shocked).
The first half of this movie was pretty creepy. Chock-full of startling moments and flashes of disturbing imagery set the tone, even if the plot was a bit overwrought. I won’t spoil the story for everyone (on the off-chance you decide to waste money and see it), but once the major complication is revealed, the movie became laughable. Scenes that were clearly meant to be frightening were funny. The guy sitting behind me and I actively and openly ridiculed what was happening, much to the annoyance of the people sitting around us. My recommendation: if you want horror, you’d be better off watching a few episodes of those Kardashian bitches running rampant in NYC.
The Philadelphia Flyers seem to have “flipped the switch.”
After watching my beloved Broad Street Bullies fall apart immediately following the All-Star break, I went into the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs hopeful but not optimistic. Throughout the series against the Buffalo Sabres, our goaltending was anything but consistent, our defense was sloppy at best, and our offense needed a fire lit under their ass. When we forced game 7 on Easter Sunday, my optimism returned, but with low expectations. It seems those low expectations weren’t needed, because the Flyers showed up to the Wells Fargo Center last night to take a 5-2 victory, advancing my hopes and dreams of a parade into round 2. Here’s hoping, Philly fans, that the team playing game 7 shows up on the ice for the remainder of the playoff season.
