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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

mi hermano

talkin to my brother on the phone. He just described someone as 'needs-his-own sitcom-gay.' God I love that kid.

The ties that bind

Recently, and in case you've been holed up with Osama B'laid-in, you probably know that Arrested Development Season 3 has come out on DVD. See, here it is:



Anyway, I was talking to my brother little, and he informed me that the shot that I claimed was in Episode 11 originally is actually there! So for those of you who obsessively buy all these DVDs (just like they want us to), look out for me in Episode #311, entitled "Family Ties." If you need a breief synopsis, basically Michael discovers there's an N Bluth somewhere, then he thinks his birth certificate could say Nichael. Absurd. Anyway, the discovery he finally makes is that he has a sister named Nelly Bluth, played by Jason Bateman's biological sister Justine Bateman. Sound familiar yet? Anyway, when its all said and done, she turns out to SPOILER ALERT be a hooker that George used to have sec with. Yes I said sec.

Anyway, when Justine is describes her "do's" and "don'ts" they swing the camera around the group of eager employees. If you look to the upper left hand corner, there I am baby, smack dab in the 'way off to the side.'

Anyway, I typically wouldn't make any deal at all out of some BS extra work, but this is Arrested Development people, the greatest show of our generation. Well, that and Seinfeld. Oh, and the Simpsons.

Oh, and War at Home, yeah, can't forget them...as much as we'd want to.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

album of the week- week eleventy-twelve



My Morning Jacket - Z

This week's love (thanks david gray for the catchy first 3 words) comes to us from My Morning Jacket. I have a lot to say about these guys, so bear with me, if you please.

Let me start by saying that my knowledge of these guys, this sound, this scene...well, its all very remote. As far as stuff like this typically goes, I just wait til I hear a really great review of the album, sample it, and then if I like, buy.

Yeah, no shit. Its called everyone ever.

Ok ok, but the point of all this is that typically, this whole LA indie sound gets really annoying. Everyone out here is trying to be hipper than the next, listening to shit that is so esoteric that its borderline crap. Where is the fine line of difinity?

I'll tell you where, in each and every person. We all make the choices we do on our own, or so we would think. In reality, its some derivative of what our parents look like, what our friends look like, and the culture that surrounds us. Classic nature vs. nurture situation. We're a product of our environment, plain and simple.

That being said, I didn't want to fall in line with all the indie kids when I moved out here. Cause I looked at these people, clustering them all together, and all I could think was: I live in a city full of posers.

Which leads me to the end of this obnoxiously long-winded forward, by saying that because of my persception of those people, I've never been on the up and up of indie music. So, suffice to say I am what seems like years behind the rest of the world, just now listening to this band, and instantly becoming obsessed like so many already have.

My Morning Jacket...god, just the name is awesome. I see this wonderfully vivid images of my father running over hill and knoll somewhere in maine in the middle of october. Its 6:03 am, just after dawn, but the light has yet to crest the valley. Each stride ever more difficult, he slices through thick layers of fog, plastered to the pastoral landscape as if it were a Paul Coronoyer painting. He doesn't feel the moisture, for his arms are shrouded in layers of light weight breathable poly-cotton blend with pattented collar. Yes my friends, I am referring to none other than the genuine members-only jacket.

And that was my J Peterman for you.

Getting to the music though, (told you I was going to blather on. Yet you still read. What's wrong with you?) these guys really have it together. Relative major 3rds and 4ths and 5ths traversing 3 instruments...really textured sound...a variety in their sound scape so eclectic, you'd think you had a mix of 4 or 5 bands. This album has it all folks. There are also a few tracks that have the rum-pum-pum feeling to them, almost like a sea shanty (chanty? shantee?) or being at the big top. It feels light, frivolous, fun, but the subtle genius stares you in the eye the whole time.

Basically, this album is a Salvador Dali painting, appreciating with every second I lend my ear to it.

Normally I would suggest a similar artist/genre for you folks to chew on, so that if you were nervous about getting your feet wet, or making an impulse buy, you'd have firm ground to stand on. Well...as I mentioned before...that's kind of hard to do here. But let me see if I can try.

In no alphabetical order of any way

James
Wilco
The Kinks
Operation Ivy (see, I told you so)
The Wrens
RogueWave
Phish
moe.
The Grateful Dead
Beta Band
Uncle Tupelo
The Who
The Ramones
Social Distortion
Sonic Youth
Pavement (but more harmonius...where pavement found beauty in dischord, this achieves the opposite)
U2
Coldplay
Keane
all that brit shit

and I could go on and on and on. For a masterful display of what they can do,

Download: It Beats For You

Rating: 9 / 10

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

no hand outs

When I think back on school and all the levels I've conquered (this is videogame metaphor people, so stay with me), the bosses I've fought, lost to, learned their ways, battled, and then finally eclipsed, have come and gone. And in a nostalgic sort of sense, when I think back about the way things were, all I can think is: man, we got screwed. I can trace it all back to one thing; one thing that derives from another: a period of time in our education called 'busywork,' wearing a tiara of 'hand-outs.'

Ah yes, the everloving hand-out. Fill in these blanks, circle true or false, match column A with column B. Its all a bunch of bull shit if you ask me. Like, what were we doing all these for? Does someone, somewhere, have a file of every hand out I ever did? If so, can we go back to that social studies quiz I had in 7th grade and correct the answer I put when the teacher asked "What's the capitol of North Dakota?"

I said Bizmarkee.

Nope, turns out he didn't bite.

I don't know why I thought of this out of the blue, I just hated hand outs cause its like asking a teacher to turn on cruise control. I didn't learn from them, and neither did they.

nuff said.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Grant's mom has got it goin on

woot woot! Publish or perish! That's what they say. And Grant's mom is living proof. Check it, as this blog takes a roadtrip to the outhouse life

Look at her go! Buy that book! But don't tell big brother...

Apparently I'm latino...

Well, I was doing a little self indulgent web surfing, really just making sure my IMDB credits came up when I searched my name...and lo and behold, I stumbled upon this site right here . I'll let you follow the link.

Now, after gazing upon that amazing page, it doesn't seem too odd does it? I mean, I originated the role, so my name should be there. Yeah, sure...now look at the title of the page (located at the top dummie).

Yeah, so look at me ma! Soy Latino! Soy Latinisimo!

Anyway, now I am sure a whole sleuh of people are wondering...if scott's really latino, then what does he look like?

Well I'm so glad you asked...

reflections 5 years after 9/11

This is a time in American history, and perhaps the first of our generation, where we can actually reflect on something that happened during our adult lives. Just like the death of Kennedy, we all know exactly where we were when 9/11 happened...we can still practically smell the room. We can see that same news clips 1000 times over in our heads. And after 5 years, it hasn't gotten any easier.

We take for granted what we have here, years and years of history and war: none of it touching our soil. But it really sinks in quickly when something that large, that dramatic, that catastrophic happens out of the blue, and alters your perspective for the rest of your life.

I don't really have a lot to say here, except that this is a time for reflection. I am sure it would have sunk in more for me, like it has for many of my friends, if I had known someone involved with 9/11, or someone who lost a loved one. The funny thing is though, and perhaps this justifies just how grand of a scale this was, but everyone in America is either directly related to, or once removed from, actually experiencing this first hand.

That to me makes this more real than we could have ever thought otherwise.

Anyway, while you sit there with your ipods and your cars, remember that we don't swerve around bomb holes in the street, we don't wake up checking if we're alive or just dreaming and dead. We never really understand this whole thing until it touches us. That time it did, and it still rings true today.

RIP to all those who fell victim to those awful awful actions.

USA or death.