This video is a great representation of the song, and is something that is very close to my heart. Having been surrounded by countless musicians living the life depicted I know a bit about the attempt to maintain normalcy around themselves while traveling miles away from their loved ones. It also aligns pretty closely with a story I look to explore further sooner or later.
Jason Segal took the stage during the Swell Season’s set last night in LA and proceeded to sing a personal, heartfelt song in which he gave out his number (315-329-6673) and requested that someone go home with him. If this is the direction of the new Swell Season, I really need to check out their new album. (via buzzfeed)
Harry Shearer and This is Spinal Tap are appearing in Richmond on November 22nd for One Night Only, and I suggest buying your tickets now before you regret seeing 1/3 of the World’s Loudest Band for the rest of your life. (Having seen Guest and McKean at a Mighty Wind premiere this will complete the trifecta for me.) The event features a Q&A, screening of the film, and a meet and greet and is only $22. The money goes to WRIR, so you’ve really got no excuse not to support it. Check out this Richmond Magazine interview with Shearer.
I’ve been working with Chop Suey & Gallery 5 to bring the first of hopefully a few film screenings to Richmond. We will be screening Visioneers, starring Zach Galifianakis on Tuesday November 17th, 7pm @ Gallery 5 - $3. Check out the trailer, and know that you are in for an odd and dark trip. Much thanks to b-side entertainment for being at the forefront of supporting alternative film distribution methods. Help us bring more events to RVA by RSVPing to the event.
High Fidelity: What really matters is what you like, not what you are like. Books, records, films, these things matter. Call me shallow. It’s the fucking truth.
Maybe The Secret is real. I just quoted this a few hours ago.
Rob: What really matters is what you like, not what you are like. Books, records, films, these things matter. Call me shallow. It’s the fucking truth.
High Fidelity (2000)
They fucking do.
The weird thing is that, as I get older, it doesn’t seem shallow. Most, if not all of my friendships, have just slightly beyond the “saying hello for the first time phase” a moment of exquisitely nerding the fuck out over some piece of popular (or better yet, unpopular) culture. This, of course, leads to ricocheting through a bunch of other things, but it’s still probably part of how my brain organizes my social universe in a way that is both fascinating and potentially damning.
The caption for this photo SHOULD be “I love it when a plan comes together” but I can not apply that here. I remain extremely skeptical over this production, even though I will probably find myself in line opening day. And that’s because they probably won’t do advanced screenings cause it’s probably gonna be one of those…. But here’s to keeping hope alive. (via Canal Freak.)
