The Dept. of Useless & Ill-Informed Opinions
Have I ever shared my Coffee Porn?
Reminds me of a site I once saw… http://espressoporn.blogspot.com
Once upon a time, I inherited a Super 8 movie camera from my parents. At the time I was enthralled with the idea of going to film school.
Today the camera lives in the overpriced and overstuffed storage locker that my fiancee and I share, and probably hasn’t been used since something like 1997.
For whatever reason the camera popped into my head a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t think much else about it. Until the other night, when then fiancee and I are sitting on the couch and she’s dicking around with her laptop, and she turns it to me and says how there’s this new trend to have weddings filmed in Super 8, and how people are charging (and, most importantly, receiving) insane amounts for these.
I shot up from the couch, because I was so excited that I couldn’t sit down while talking about it, and realized exactly what I needed to do. I grabbed my laptop and started researching what film stocks are even available anymore.
I went to B&H yesterday to grab one cartidge each of a couple of them, and next weekend we’re going to go test in Riverside Park, to see which we like best. And then we’re going to hire some film student or whatever off of craigslist to film our wedding ceremony next fall (assuming that my camera is actually, you know, functional).
I may even have backed into a little cottage business while I’m at it…
That’s better.
(Man, this song is perfect.)
seconded.
One of my all-time favorite bands… I saw them twice a couple of weeks ago, in Hoboken & then in Brooklyn. In fact, I’ll pimp my photos now:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jsf23/sets/72157622810158809/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jsf23/sets/72157622817548557/
Also, nyctaper.com posted recordings of both of these shows on their site. Good times seeing Sloan live, always…
Going to Greenwich Treehouse tonight… I’ve never not had fun there.
Jawbox, back for one night only...
Jawbox was a hugely formative part of my musical tastes. When I was a kid in the late 80s and everyone was listening to all that hair metal shit (can you tell how much I still hate it?), I listened to classic rock, sometimes even oldies. Loved that stuff, couldn’t get enough, and my father was always more than willing to help educate me.
By high school, I’d found newer music that I wanted to listen to, and they were mostly the usual suspects at the time: Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Primus, They Might Be Giants…
In college, I found Jawbox. I wish I could remember where or how, but I did, and I’m reasonably sure it was Savory that I’d first heard. I was floored, I’d never heard anything like them. Or at least, I’d never liked anything that was similar before.
Once upon a time, I was an intern for a small indie music company. After a while there, I decided that I wanted to move up the ladder a tiny bit, and work for a larger label. I had the gracious help of my then-bosses, who offered to try to get me in the door at whatever label they had any contacts at. I chose Atlantic Records, because they were Jawbox’s label.
Over the next few years, until they broke up, I got to see them live a handful of times, at venues that are now mostly defunct. Coney Island High, Brownie’s, Maxwell’s (thankfully, that last one is still around). I had the fine pleasure of meeting and getting to chat with Bill Barbot a few times, and found him to be just about the nicest guy you could ever meet in the world of rock music.
Anyway, they reunited last night to play on Jimmy Fallon to celebrate the remaster & reissue of For Your Own Special Sweetheart. According to what J. Robbins says, it was truly a one-off; there will be no reunion tour/album. Understandable, if for no other reason than what J. is dealing with these days.
Last night, at 1:30am, sitting in bed with my fiancee and dog, I got to pretend like I was 19 years old again.
One of the reasons Dogfish Head’s Sam Calagione got into brewing in the first place was because he so loved the taste of a Sierra Nevada holiday beer called Celebration Ale. The esteemed brewer Vinnie Cilurzo of Russian River Brewing Company never lets his home fridge run dry of Pale Ale. “It’s a perfectly balanced beer,” he says. But “perfectly balanced” is having a hard time competing with macadamia nuts. Now that hundreds of small-batch and wacky beers are being made (often trying to outhop each other with extremely bitter flavors), the moderately hoppy, medium-bodied ale seems boring by comparison. You can get it at any corner liquor store. It’s on tap next to MGD at nearly every bar. It’s too mainstream for somebody who wants exotic, and too ubiquitous for somebody who equates quality with rarity. ” -
The Beer with the Green Label : Sierra Nevada tries to reclaim its cred - CHOW (via emptyage)
It’s too bad that this is how these “beer fans” now view Sierra Nevada as being middle-of-the-road. I’m a beer snob (and proud of it), and Sierra is my one of my two or three go-to beers.
Sloan (via coffee is for closers)
Patrick Pentland (@dt666) from Sloan (via coffee is for closers)
The Statue’s shadow (via coffee is for closers)
The Statue’s torch, from inside the crown (via coffee is for closers)
