10.18.09

 

 

I love haunted houses. I always wanted to be involved in one. I don’t mean to make fun of this one because it looks really cool, but it’s makes me laugh how all the advertising mentions it’s in an old Linens ‘n Things. Linens ‘n Things actually used to make me pretty uncomfortable without any help at all. I want to open my own haunted house in the beyond part of Bed Bath and Beyond.

 

 My haunted house would be walking around a Linens ‘N Things attempting to find something, never finding it and never getting out.

http://phobiatucson.com/ 

 

 

10.17.09


I have been doing more readings recently. I used to never get stage fright when playing in bands, but there is something about having a guitar in front of you when you are standing in front of people that makes it easier to stomach. Knowing that people hate poetry and the fact that I seem to rub people the wrong way makes me extremely self-conscious. I discovered that drinking heavily takes the edge off. I’m pretty drunk right now, and home early on a saturday night on the computer. Pretty pathetic, I guess. But I feel pretty good about continuing to get up there. I want to improve my public speaking.  

I saw two excellent documentaries last weekend at the Tucson Film and Music Festival. One was called Dig Comics and the other was called I Need That Record. Dig Comics is a documentary about the decline in America’s interest in comic books and I Need That Record is a documentary about the dismantling of record stores. Both were engaging and well researched. Besides being a great doc, I Need That Record had some awesome collage animation in it. These films are really worth seeing if you get the chance.  

Both have websites:

http://www.ineedthatrecord.com/Site/I_Need_That_Record%21.html

http://www.digcomics.com/ 

I got a chance to email a few questions to the director of Dig Comics. That interview is up at Off the Marquee. If you get a chance, take a look. I also put up a list of seven of my favorite horror remakes in time for Halloween. If you think of any great horror remakes I missed, drop me a line.

Issue #52 of  Razorcake is out. I have some record reviews in this one. Plus there is an interview with Lilly Tomlin. I love her. The Cake is always worth supporting. 

Thanks to Keegan Rider and The Living Room for putting on an awesome poetry reading tonight. I’m always psyched to have an opportunity to read in front of people.

  

10.05.09

My last night at De Anza Drive-In

A constellation of discarded jalapeños litter the ground in front of three cola cups standing at attention waiting for the next to the last movie ever to be shown at De Anza Drive-In to start. The theater is closing two years short of its sixtieth birthday and the word being passed around is that developers are already interested in putting down another strip mall. The ticket taker told us that lines had been around the block for the early shows and Pandorum, a moderately entertaining sci-fi thriller, will be starting late. Having snaked through the aisles with our headlights out during the end of District 9, we were lucky to find a perfect spot in front of the screen. Accidentally seeing the end of a movie you didn’t come to see is a common occurrence at the drive it. As Pandorum begins, people snuff joints and abandon the scattered islands of concrete littering the parking lot. Science fiction is particularly appealing at the drive in, as is rum, cola and pretzels. Heavy drinking can make the most intolerable movies entertaining, but tonight it becomes hard to concentrate as milestones begin to play out in secession. The fences blocking the entrance go up. The lights at the ticket booth go out. A crucial moment of dialogue is replaced by the announcement that the snack bar will close “in ten minutes.” As Jupiter makes its way across the sky, one by one the other screens go black. Pandorum wraps, and except for a few people needing jump starts, another precession of Saturday night patrons file out with their lights off to be considerate of those still watching the last show with any life left. Leaning on the back of the truck, I turn away from a depressing string of post-screening previews for movies that will never be shown at De Anza and catch a few minutes of Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds with no sound. Jump-starting a friend’s car is an excuse to spend a few more minutes hanging around as the end of an era passes. As a kid, I always used to perk up on car trips when we passed a drive in, acutely attentive only for the hope of a glance at a screen as we drove by. Nowadays, snobbery and extensive discussions are generally a factor in my movie going experiences. Sitting under the stars for the last night at De Anza, 108 minutes of Dennis Quaid in a space suit was all I needed.  


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