Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.

Just saw "Ring of Fire." I enjoyed it very much, though much of the Oscar buzz I think is premature. BUT Resee Whitherspoon does deserve her own statue - she was fantastic and adorable. And DAN JOHN MILLER played Luther Perkins, who played with Johnny during the first half of his career. WTF? Detroit represent.

Thanks to our friends and wikipedia, I learned some interesting Johnny Cash facts:

- "A Boy Named Sue" was actually written by Shel Silverstein. Yep, "Where the Sidewalk Ends".
- "Ring of Fire" was actually written by June Carter and Merle Kilgore.
- Johnny's next door neighbor was Roy Orbison. Roy's house caught fire in 1968 and killed two of his three young sons.
- From 1969 to 1971, Johnny has his own television show on ABC.
- Johnny only went to prison seven times, all for just one night.

Check out the full biography. It's a good read.

No more television magic

I'm sure you've all read about the bad news...I guess pay cable really is the only outlet for smart comedy to survive in. It truly was one of my favorite shows. And I'm not big on the half-hour comedy, unless you count Scrubs and The Office. Brilliant. RIP, Bluths. And Bob Loblaw. And Barry Zuckercorn. And Super Dave Osbourne as The Surrogate. Shit, THIS SUCKS.

But you know what doesn't suck? BON JOVI, BABY! Friday will be full of fist-pumping and loud singing...then it's girl talk on Saturday. I haven't had Thai food in MONTHS. Seriously, can we get this week moving a little bit faster, please?

My motivation is seriously down to ZERO right now. Uh...plugging along...okay, away I go. At least I get to come home to Harry Potter tonight. Yeah, I know. Last in line again.

Friday Friday FRIDAY

A hot cup of green tea. Clartin coursing through my body. Green Day's "Bullet in a Bible" live DVD. All is right with the word. Billie, Mike and Tre are blowing my mind. Staying in is the new going out.

Must rest before Ron and I kick ass tomorrow night in euchure for cash prizes.

If it's anything like camping, I'm so screwed.

Oh, "St. Jimmy"...see ya!

No more pitty

Shit man, I cannot ever live by myself. It messes with my head. I need human contact and conversation. I spent all weekend flapping my jaw, screaming and throwing people across the room during my workshop and talking over bar noise. Oh, mighty green tea, take me away!

Listening to Living Things "Bom Bom Bom." I've read about them for a while now, but this is my first taste. Dirty guitars that make your hips shake. Best.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEW "LOST"!!! It can only go uphill from here! I miss my weekly fix of Matthew Fox. And friends and beer.

The end of Bark in the Park is almost in sight. Met with the editor today and got very excited. Got lots of new ideas and tried out all kind of effects. This is really what I miss about production - the post. Post-production is where my adrenaline goes through the roof and where all the hard work pays off! Okay, going to geek out and make a disc of Prime Ministers/Sensitive Clown. Brandon got a taste of PM on Saturday, now we gots to feed him. Hope to see all the kool kidz this Wednesday.

Soul bearing time.

It's probably the Interpol song I'm listening to right now that has any influence in my attitude right now. In browsing through my favorite blogs, I've come across a common theme - life wasting. Most of us went to college, are holding jobs and now have many adult responsibilities. But we still enjoy the little things, right? Girl's night, or getting together to watch our favorite television show, or just getting together at someone's house, indulging in tasty drinks and tastier conversation. I do have my moments where I wonder if I'm missing out on something, what about the future, am I capable of more, why shouldn't Ron and I just pack up and move somewhere 'hip' and 'progressive?' I loose track of myself sometimes.

I want to get back to where I was. I could find the silver lining in anything, smile every day and enjoy what life was going to throw at me. I want to find that person again. Now, stop right there. I really like living in the D-troit suburbs. I love my friends. I have the best friends in the world. I love my job (KNOCK ON WOOD KNOCK ON WOOD THROW SALT OVER MY LEFT SHOULDER POO POO POO). I love my Smerigan (all together now...aaaaawwwww). My family is awesome, when they're not crazy (but who's family isn't?) So why do I spend some days bitter and anxious and snarky? This might be coming from spending an entire week alone in the office, then coming home at night to animals who aren't great at holding up their end of a conversation. As I'm writing this, the Killers "Smile Like You Mean It" is playing. Funny.

Good advice, Brandon. I'm doing my best in keeping my mind sharp and to have an active interest in something, whether it's music or crafts or podcasts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find my spark. Sometimes it just takes a few posts to give me a swift kick in the ass.

On a lighter note, Cynthia and Jax and I started a goth band a few years ago called Black Patten Leather Cofin Purse. Our first album was called "Lament." I think we're getting back together. Coming soon to a City Club near you.

The Return of...

Coming soon: The Super Fucking Awesome will rise again. And it will be good.

New Music Tunesday

I admit that most of the time I'm behind the times when it comes to 'new music.' When it's new to me, it's ususally about three to six months after the music broke. I've spent some quality sampling time on iTunes tonight and here are the 'new' bands that I'm really, really digging:
The Magic Numbers - Head-boppy, sort of hippie-ish, and they're bearded! Aside from the ladies, that is.
Go! Team - I really can't describe their sound - hip hop, DJ, beat-driven...it don't matter, it just makes me want to dance!
The Mountain Goats - Irish folky - simple and happy.
The Black Keys - I know, I know. I'm soooooo behind.
The Kills - they surpassed the sexy bar set by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Their live show put me over the top.
Maximo Park - um, you mean these guys are The Kaiser Chiefs? Same great sound, less filling.

And now, for all you ladies, James Blunt. He looks like Tim Wheeler's cute younger brother. Very Pete Yorn-y, ballad-y. Smiles are the name of the game. Thank you, MTV2 Advanced Warning. You and Subterranean make MTV worth watching.