On the note of their "friendship," I really like that Dean line in "Past Tense": "No wonder you guys are such super pals!" Brock's long-suffering groan of resentment never fails to make me laugh.
On the note of their "friendship," I really like that Dean line in "Past Tense": "No wonder you guys are such super pals!" Brock's long-suffering groan of resentment never fails to make me laugh.
We've seen it before, no need to mention it again. Although it does completely rock.
I do find Brock's bitterness jarring, because we've seen at least a couple of times that he cares at least a little about his mission, and more than a little about the boys. He was genuinely shaken when he thought the boys were lying dead inside a dumpster in "I Know Why the Caged Bird Kills," and his reluctant but…
On a recent (meaning sometime during the current season) episode of Saturday Night Live that I somehow managed to watch accidentally, Maya Rudolph was dressed up as Janice in a muppet-related sketch. It was kind of hot. Kind of. Also, Seth Rogen there.
I'm with you Uri; I used to listen Bright Eyes all the time, and then just sort of stopped and haven't gone back. At one point I learned a bunch of Oberst songs for guitar (they're really easy, and fun to play!), and I actually find myself playing them more often than I listen to them.
I've only read it and seen it live. I take it you enjoyed the movie?
Well, yes, but you don't know for certain that 21 and 24 won't die at some point, unless you're either a) psychic or b) Jackson Publick/ Doc Hammer in disguise.
"…wanna see my escape cocoon?"
But with a much more extensive awareness of the world in which they operate. R and G, if I recall correctly, were mostly confused and disoriented by the parts they were seemingly forced to play, but 21 and 24 know exactly what they're into, and that's how they keep survivin'.
The moist, muddy ground.
Hey Barefoot Jim, thanks for me reminding me of that godawful Fogelberg/ Weisberg. When I was a kid, my mom had the sheet music for that album, and her renditions of "Twin Sons" songs for solo piano still haunt my darkest nightmares.
Sure shine that at least some measure of justice exists in our world: Kevin Costner's self-financed attempt at sub-par Frank Capra imitation/ half-assed political satire dies a quick box-office death.