ood morning weekend LiveJournalers! Last night, after a day of errand running and thrift-store rummaging I came home and promptly fell asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace by 11pm. A late-night phone call from welfy woke me enough to put a few more logs on the fire then go to bed. I woke up this morning at 9:30 am, put on a corduroy jacket to take the chill off and made a pot of coffee. I'm currently waiting on my wife June to pop through the door and ask if the starch in my shirt is okay.
y mom has been recovering from a double knee-replacement surgery for the past couple of months. Yesterday she had a physical therapy appointment in the morning and a hair salon appointment in the afternoon. I tagged along for the day, running the afore mentioned errands and rummaging the afore mentioned thrift-stores. One of the errands was to have my income tax forms prepared and calculated. I was fortunate that there was no line at the tax preparation service of my choice, so I was done with that in about an hour.
My return looks nice. With it I shall thwart the
piracy highway robbery greedy pigfuckers 30% interest being charged me for the consumer credit I obtained when purchasing my old Dell laptop a little over a year ago. The remainder of the balance shall be used to pay down my credit card, which I nearly maxed buying my current laptop.
The thrift store rummaging resulted in the purchase of a striped Brady Bunch shirt and the corduroy jacket which warmed me this morning. I had briefly tried the jacket on in the store to gauge* the cut and fit and was pleased. Upon wearing it post-purchase, I began buttoning it up and it felt weird. This was because the buttons were on the wrong side, meaning I had purchased a lady's jacket. No matter, I'll be wearing it anyway. I like's it.
don't get terribly excited about music as I once did, but there are still things which come along that make me giddy. An album I dearly love was only released in a single print of 1000 vinyl LP's in 1992. It's so rare in fact that Allmusic makes no mention of it, despite my having submitted a Discography correction for the artist not once, but twice. I never bought the album, but became enamored with it while DJ'ing at my college radio station back in the day. An on-line friend of mine provided me with a really horrid mp3 rip a number of years ago, produced from a cassette dub of the vinyl.
Upon discovering the wonderful site Gemm last year, I added the artist to my notification list, so that if any copies of this rare album were added, I would know about it. Last week, multiple notifications began to fill my inbox. Upon following the link over to Gemm, I discovered that the album has been remastered and reissued on CD, complete with 4 bonus tracks from the era it was recorded. Sweet.
I'm not hopeful that anyone will successfully guess what album this is, and frankly, I think there's only handful of you who might be knowledgeable of the era/scene to take a stab at it. In the not so distant future, I will probably make an entry about this album in a more appropriate forum.
ather than continue doing long posts about movies/DVDs, I'm going to start tacking one on to the end of entries or doing small ones featuring one or two movies on days when I don't have anything else to write about. Today is special, since it's about a trilogy: the so-called "Man With No Name" trilogy, which I became inspired to watch after plowing through Robert Rodriguez's own man-with-no-name trilogy. As I ventured into Sergio Leone's gritty vision of the American west, I came to the realization that I had never seen any of these films in their entirety and/or unedited for television.
These films are not a true trilogy in that there is no contiguous storyline. Clint Eastwood's lead role is a different character in all three films (and three different names, despite the informal "title" of this trilogy). This is also true of Gian Maria Volonte's "Boss" role in the first two films and Lee Van Cleef's characters in the final two films. The only constants aside from the director, composer (Ennio Morricone), and lead actor is the iconic hat, poncho, and short cigar utilized by Eastwood at some point in all three films. If you've never seen any of these movies, I highly recommend them: they are classics of cinema and the reason the term "spaghetti western" became a universal term. These films are important because they mark a shift in the way westerns were made: away from the clean-cut Rawhide/Lone Ranger TV-style western and away from the sanitized early film westerns. Leone's portrayal of the West was dirty, sweaty, and smelly. People have facial sores; are legless and hunchback. The cinematography is often breath-taking, especially in GBU.
A Fistful Of Dollars - (1964)
The one that started it all and made Eastwood a star. His name is Joe, and he comes to the dangerous town of San Miguel, a border town with a small problem: two bosses. One of them is a guns dealer, the other is an alcohol bootlegger. Joe pits them against each other working for both as a hired gun. The final sequence of this movie is one of the best showdowns ever.
For A Few Dollars More - (1965)
Eastwood returns as a hired bounty killer named Monco and Van Cleef, as Colonel Mortimer, is his rival in bringing outlaws to justice, dead or alive. When they find themselves chasing a madman convinced he can rob the invincible El Paso Bank, they decide to team-up to catch him and his gang. When Monco learns that Mortimer has a personal interest in the demise of their target, he makes sure that the final showdown is fair and honorable. Like the final sequence from the first Dollars movie is one of the best, the first four sequences of this film are about as good as any.
The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly - (1966)
Leone's masterpiece is a sprawling and epic western set against the latter months of the Civil War in frontier Texas. The themes which this presents for the film, along with more attention to the development of characters to which the audience can attach themselves, make it an achievement that outstrips anything achieved by its predecessors. Lavish sets, with an extras cast into the thousands recreate companies of soldiers in extensive battle scenes. Morricone's main theme is one of the most famous scores in cinema, second-only to Star Wars, MAYBE. The final showdown is a tense and visually gorgeous Mexican stand-off between Eastwood, Van Cleef, and the incomparable Eli Wallach. This is one of the must-see films.
* I had to add the word "gauge" to my Semagic dictionary.