Red Devil Dawn
I watched Mysterious Skin in the throes of sickness over Christmas weekend and I was not impressed. I guess my expectations ruined it, but I adore Greg Araki and everything he has done to date. I suppose the movie would have sated me had I watched it without knowing of Araki’s involvement, but it left me wondering when he decided that mainstream was the way to go. Or maybe I’m just desensitized. Because, thinking it over, the movie was not particularly tame. Sometimes I don’t think that there’s much out there that will shock me anymore. Things that I find delightfully twisted are usually just disgusting or unfathomable to other people and even then, they are not things I shy from. They don’t turn my stomach, I don’t wince or look away, and in fact I usually giggle the whole way through. Which makes people look at me like I’ve grown a third and oozing eye in the middle of my forehead. But then, what else is new?
This after-work evening is dedicated to Easy News and the Blues: John Lee Hooker, Johnny Lang, BB King, Ry Cooder, Taj Mahal, and Howlin Wolf. There’s just a whole mess of goodness there. And while my ridiculous excuse for an Internet connection struggles with the download, the Trinity Sessions by Cowboy Junkies has been dutifully consoling me.
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A good friend loaned me the Sin City Graphic Novels and I figure I should probably finish them before I watch the movie. Then again, I’ve always been prone to the instant gratification angle, so I may just break down and watch the movie first. I never was a patient one.
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I was flipping through a mini-book of ideas and inspiration that someone gave me once, for what purpose, I’m not sure, but that’s beside the point. It read “Who were your parents when they were your age?” And I realized that I really don’t know…and never will.
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I think tonight I’ll drink. Because I can.
