I wish I could get as excited about ANYTHING as much as this girl is excited about the new “Twilight” movie.
As you know, I’m psyched for The Runaways movie coming out next week. I’ve been following the flick and posting stuff on my blog since they first announced it was really gonna be a movie. Always knew the story of The Runaways would make a great film. It looks like they did it right too.
Also excited to read Cherie’s Currie’s book, “Neon Angel” You can preview the first two chapters here. I read the original version of the book released in 1989 but I’m psyched for this newly updated rewrite. Cherie talks about the new stuff in the book in this Spin Magazine Interview.
Most importantly, this clip from Rolling Stone leads me to believe the flick has properly captured the insanity of Kim Fowley.
And YES I would love to accept an invitation to an advance screening of the film! Thanks so much for getting in touch with me immediately after reading this blog entry!
James Cameron Came To My Apartment After The Oscars.
I had kind of a rough night.
Around 3:45 AM my apartment buzzer started going off. Some asshole was hitting it over and over again in that annoying “shave in a haircut” rhythm. I opened the door to find a really drunk and hostile James Cameron standing in my hallway. He was NOT in good shape. Cameron burst into my apartment, sweating and talking a mile a minute. He seemed really pissed off, ranting incoherently about his ex-wife.
When I asked him the perfect logical question of how he managed to get from the Oscars in Los Angeles to my East Village apartment so quickly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and shouted, ”RICH PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT RULES!!!”
Cameron walked over to my desk and began pouring a mound of coke out. ”I swiped this from Quentin!” he exclaimed proudly.
It was at this point I was really starting to wonder why I had let James Cameron into my apartment in the first place. I had never met James Cameron before. Ever. I’m not even particularly a fan of James Cameron. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s a fine director and everything. But having him in my apartment, doing blow in the middle of the night after just losing at the Oscars was a bit much. Honestly, the whole thing was a little frightening.
“Hey, let’s make a movie!” Cameron shouted. “Let’s make a movie right now! Take your shirt off!”
At first I refused his request. However James Cameron is a very persistent man and a powerful director. He can be amazingly convincing when he’s passionate about something. Even more convincing when he has access to a taser gun, which was the case in this situation.
“TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!” he screamed, zapping the taser. Cameron then broke into maniacal laughter for a solid seven minutes. I’m pretty sure it was laughter. It could’ve been tears. I’m honestly not sure if he was laughing or crying. it was this high pitched, girlish whimper. Very disconcerting.
Cameron took out one of those Sharpie markers and started to put all these little red dots all over my chest.
“Mr. Cameron,” I asked nervously. ”What are you doing?”
“Motion capture!”
Before I knew it, James Cameron shouted “Action!” and was filming me with his cell phone.
“Pretend like you’re running away from a giant bear! No! Pretend like YOU’RE the giant bear and you’re running away from a space dragon!”
That’s when I heard a loud “pop” sound. James Cameron stopped suddenly in his tracks, fell to his knees, slumped over and passed out — COLD. Sticking out of his ass was a small tranquilizer dart.
I turned around to see a large biker dude with a ZZ top beard casually walking into my apartment, whistling. The biker gentlemen bent down, picked up James Cameron and threw him over his shoulder.
“Sorry for the trouble.” the Biker said and then calmly left my apartment with a comatose James Cameron.
I locked the door and went back to sleep.
Rough night.
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The great Albert Brooks shares his thoughts on disc jockeys.
@nklepper sends over this video which needs no introduction.
As some of you may know, I am a disc jockey on Sirius XM satellite radio. I can be heard every morning from 6:00 AM - 12:00 PM (EST) on indie rock station, Sirius XMU.
In an effort to make things easier and more efficient, I recently suggested we only play ONE song on Sirius XMU:
Glenn Frey’s, “Smuggler’s Blues.”
It’s on the soundtrack to the 80’s television series “Miami Vice.”
I believe streamlining our playlist to nothing but the song “Smuggler’s Blues” would take a lot of pressure off the audience. I know I personally get overwhelmed by all the different music choices out there. Simplifying the programming on our station to just the Glenn Frey song “Smuggler’s Blues” would make things a LOT easier for both the listeners and the Sirius XMU staff.
I’m not gonna lie. This idea was met with some initial resistance by both Sirius XM management and our subscribers. However I think in due time this innovative new one song, “Smuggler’s Blues” format will be embraced by all.
I’m excited to announce that Sirius XMU will become the all-new “Sirius XM Smuggler’s Blues Radio” on Sunday, March 14th!
Sorry, I know I should blog more. I’m always updating Twitter and Facebook so a lot of stuff I would blog about gets eaten up by those evil tools of social media - MUHAHAHA!
Anyway, I’m sure I’m the last person on earth to blog about this, but in case you somehow missed it too, apparently David Letterman had on Bill Hicks’ mother to apologize to her for cutting Bill’s set from The Late Show in 1993. He then played the unedited set. It’s hilarious.
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