I GUESS YOU CAN CALL THIS A REVIEW | SHUT UP AND PLAY THE HITS

 

As soon as I saw my news feed blowing up with tweets and posts about LCD Soundsystem’s SHUT UP AND PLAY THE HITS yesterday, I whipped out my phone, and texted my most reliable music roll dog: ”Dude I wanna go see the LCD doc! IT’S ONLY TONIGHT!! Gonna sell out. Not at a computer. Can you get tix at Arclight??” Low and behold he was on his way to the Arclight to see Spiderman, and snagged us two of the last seats available.

Talk about good timing.

I was lucky enough to see LCD Soundsystem live at the Hollywood bowl a couple summers ago. James Murphy and his self-proclaimed “weird thing” instantly became one of my favorite music acts, and their popularity only seemed to only be growing until they hit us with the break up news out of nowhere–Last show at Madison Square Garden in NYC on April 2, 2011. WTF??!!

I walked into the screening expecting a movie turned dance party like the Chemical Bros’, DON’T THINK, a few months back, but SHUT UP AND PLAY THE HITS was different.  We snuck in a couple of beers and a screwdriver filled water bottle, sat in the front row, and finally found out what the hell happened.

The epic performance and hearing LCD’s hits on whatever “6-track discrete magnetic sound” means aside, I have a lot of newfound respect for the man. When a successful rock star looks in the mirror, and sees the grey patch on his neck, his ability to leave fame in pursuit of love, family and real happiness is breathtakingly admirable.

James Murphy is a legend.

 

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Who needs a stupid plot. This movie’s gonna bring women out in droves. I’m already planning girl’s night out that Friday. Arrrrrrr

 

100 YEARS OF PARAMOUNT: A HOLLYWOOD PICTURE | VANITY FAIR

This is pretty iconic: “To celebrate its 100th birthday, Paramount Pictures assembled 116 of the greatest talents ever to work at the studio.”

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PROMETHEUS – IF THE OFFICIAL TRAILER DIDN’T DO IT FOR YOU, MAYBE THE PAPER ONE WILL…

I have to say this is pretty brilliant. Thank you for the shot by shot precision Travis. You are truly a dangerously unhinged bastard. 😉

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Just Call Me Hitch-ette

As part of my friendship duties, I often find myself giving my homies advice on relationships. It’s probably my tendency to use words like “homie” that makes the guys especially comfortable, but I have to say I kind of love being asked. In a weird way it actually helps me learn about myself, and how I should handle my own relationship problems. It’s true that things are easier said than done. Sometimes I wish I had someone like me to go to, because as good as I am at empowering my friends to make good decision and be happy in their love life, I can’t say I’m able to do the same thing for me. The hardest thing to do is to remain logical about a situation when you’re emotionally invested in it.

That being said, my “expertise” so to speak isn’t entirely absurd. Growing up I had a clear understanding that my parents needed to get a divorce at a very young age. Their relationship was based on a foundation of deceit, their values clashed, and the only reason they stayed together was because my mom didn’t want to lose custody in a country where women have no rights. By the time we moved to America when I was a teenager and they finally filed for divorce, I couldn’t be happier.

My mom’s second marriage however ended up being worse than the first. She met a clinically bipolar man with a prescription drug abuse problem who flip flopped between a really generous guy who took her on nice trips and bought her expensive gifts when they were dating, to a neurotic psycho who cried and accused her of wanting to take all his money after they got married. At this time I was living in Seattle and she was in California. She would call me everyday, a lot of times crying and unhappy, but she was too emotionally weak to leave him, so I moved down mainly because I needed to rescue her. My 20-year-old self rented a U-Haul, packed all her shit up and rented an apartment for us to move into, so she could get the divorce process started again.

Meanwhile, I had a year off from school because I had to gain residency in California, so I started looking for full time jobs that didn’t involve me serving food or selling clothes to people. One day I saw an ad for a job where I could control my own schedule with an expense account and pretty good pay, so I went in for an interview at a Beverly Hills based matchmaking agency that was basically designed to introduce “marketable men” to “eights and above”.  My job was to recruit the girls into the agency from bars, malls and porn conventions. Essentially I was being trained to be a madam.  As a part of my job I learned how to bring women’s guards down so I could pick them up, spent hours asking them about their past relationships, and discovered a whole lot about women’s wants, expectations, and how relationships go from paradise to hell.  At the same time, as much I wanted to help my mom meet someone, I knew the agency wasn’t the right place for her, so I created an online dating profile for her and she eventually met her current husband, who is amazing, on there.

By the time I was ready to start my last two years of college in San Diego, I had to turn down the Agency’s offer to be the director of their San Diego branch. Now I had a different problem. I needed to make the same amount of money working half as much, so I walked into the largest engagement ring store in San Diego, and after three interviews convinced them that based on my experience as a matchmaker and a teenager working at the mall, I was qualified to sell diamonds to prospective husbands. They bought it, so for the next couple years I spent hours every weekend with various guys and couples, pulling on their emotional strings, listening to them talk about their relationships, and making them believe that moment was the right time to apply for a high APR line of credit and max it out on an overpriced engagement ring for their one and only love.  Yes, I killed it there, and as glaringly obvious as it was that a lot of those relationships were going to end in divorce, I did it anyway and put myself though college working 2 days a week. Maybe the reason why I haven’t had a boyfriend since then is karma, but I did learn a heck of a lot about men’s wants, expectations, and the difference between healthy relationships and bad ones.

All this combined with two live-with boyfriends and almost six years of breaking hearts and getting my heart broken in the single world have given me a unique perspective on this crap… but only from the outside. I guess it is true—Those who can’t do teach.