Thighs Wide Shut

Fleetwood Mac
Madison Square Garden
June 11th

Guitarist Lindsey Buckingham is 59, singer Stevie Nicks and drummer Mick Fleetwood (3rd coolest grampy behind Leonard C & Neil D) are both 61, and bassist John McVie is 63, but they certainly don’t look their age (must get the number of their personal trainers, and whomever takes care of their skin), or act their age. Our parents are slightly older, but there wouldn’t be a chance in helga that they could rawk out as much or as hard as Fleetwood Mac still does, let alone stay up past 10pm. Wees was kinda reluctant to see them in the first place, see-sawing for years before finally biting the bullet and buying tickets, and after basking in their eternal glow last night, the only question is why did we wait so long to add them to our ‘see them before they or we die’ list (McCartney’s up next)? That questions stings a little harder now knowing that vital member Christine McVie retired juss a few years back… although they still gave big love to her tunes, but sadly, not to our personal flavorite Mac track ‘Hold Me’. No matter, as the remaining members brought their A+ game, as ‘Tusk’ kicked it more than a Tusken Raider and ‘Go Your Own Way’ had us clapping more than all the people in the world with gonorrhea. We hactually woke up this morning and were still clapping. Our non-stop thinking had nothing to do with tomorrow, and was all about last night. Btw, the Clintons totally ruined that song. Btw, Carrie Fisher totally looks like Stevie Nicks, but unfortch she hasn’t aged as gracefully. And btw, Mick Fleetwood totally ruled the school in The Running Man

btw 4, Mac Tonight totally waz the bestest 80s McDonalds mascot

Phish
Jones Beach Theater
June 5th

duuuuude, we saw Phish for the very first time last noche (our concertmate, who forced us against our last will and testicles to go with him, has seen em 100ish times), and since you’re reading this it means we hactually survived the patchouli oil spills (and periodic rainstorms), AND to be unperfectly honest, we hactually had a rip roaring time, even though we hadn’t a clue what songs Phish were playing or why everyone had a beard thicker than Zach Galifianakis or why the bearded men, and women, were all dancing like a bunch of douche bags. it was a night of many firsts, including watching a grown man play a vacuum (it’s not as cool as it sounds, and the way it sounds isn’t cool), watching many grown men urinate in sinks, and also, don’t think we’ve heard a guy puke as hard and as long as we did during a second set pee break. speaking of sets, here’s our guess as to what they played…

(real set list)

+ mug shots of VA Phisheads

[via Everything Is Terrible via Newbower of Power]

Blur, not in their own words

we wanna put the ‘in’ in India [NSFW]

free audio walking tours of film & TV locations in NY [The Film Soc]

apparently the fake James LeGros/Dead at 21 star can sing, and didn’t die at 21

the tears of a clown

kids love playing with earthquakes

Daichi for Beatbox Battle Wildcard

& peace the forks out 2

(John Arthur)
David
Sharing Is
Carradine

1936 – 2009

Outrage
Closet Cases Opened
Trailers & Mo | Official Website

There are gay people everywhere! In sports! In politics! In cars! In utero! In Uranus! But back to the politics thing… There are indeed gayz people in politics, but it’s not so crystal Pepsi clear as to who is boner fide gay cause our country isn’t all that lady gaga for gaylord perrys, which is totally stoopid cause gay people are juss like you and we, but they like to make love more than you do, and usually do it with people of a similar sex. Anywho, back to the/our point: there are gay people in politics. Unless them gay pols are comfortable in their own skin, like takin it in the MASShole Congressman Barney Frank, mos keep that kinda hot button info in the closet (like MJ shoulda done with this video). Now staying closeted is understandable cause our country is totally gay, but in a lame way, not in a gay way, but it is completely uneggceptable when such people end up with voting records that are steep deep in opposition of gay rights and recognition. And that’s what Kirby Dick‘s doc is all about, the outting of several Washingtonian playas (sometimes with flimsy evidence and hearsay, although it’s interesting to hear what they say, including Jim McGreevey) who need to be outted by others cause they may be gay and if they are indeed gay then why are they so against gay people? That’s what most openly gay people want to know, and they are OUTRAGEd!! And even if yer straighter than George Strait, it’s umpossible for you to walk away not feeling the same way

Hip 2 Be Full Circle: every time we hear the word ‘hypocrisy‘ (as heard in the film about a flozen times) we think of the early 90s Michael Franti fronted group, The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, and every time we think of them we think of their incredible Dead Kennedys cover(ish) ‘California Ãœber Alles‘ [d] (this particular version is a remix that appeared on the DK tribute album Virus 100)

Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers

What Goes Up
(this is too ez) …Must Come Down
Trailers & Mo | Official Website

Remember teacher turned Challenger astronaut victim Christa McAuliffe? If you lived in the 80s you moist certainly do and if you didn’t live in the 80s, then have you truly lived? Seriously, have you? We had New Coke, Max Headroom and Max’s Video from The Lost Boys and you didn’t. Sorry, we got off track here, so back to the point: there are gay people in politics. Wait, we already went there, done that, been went done. OK. What Goes Up is not really about Christa McAuliffe, although she’s the background that keeps us slightly interested as to what’s going on in the foreground. Reporter Steve Coogan arrives to McAuliffe’s New Hampshire hometown, days before the shuttle’s launch, and as soon as he’s settled in to town, so does the film, and anything cinematic about it. Coogan meets and gold bonds with a bunch of kids who are deeply wounded after their beloved teacher suddenly dies (wait, this is a story about 2 dead teachers?), and the wordy word fest begins and never ends and the film reverts back into it’s original source material, a play. By the intermission, you’ll probably have had enuff (fythighs – movies don’t have intermissions anymore… last one we remember with one was Spike Lee’s Malcolm X… speaking of, here’s an online article about that movie from 1991!! was there even an internet in 1991? was there life before the internet? actually there was, it was the 80s and Max Headroom was drinking New Coke)

While the film qwikly loses it’s luminosity, it’s bright young cast doesn’t fade out for a second. There’s Hilary Duff (we love that she keeps trying like crazy to shed her ye olde Disney ways with edgier roles, and for the most part of her young career, it’s been working), Olivia Thirlby and Josh Peck (another Disney alum), and yes those last two were in The Wackness together and this film is kinda like that film cause it’s a bit wack, but it also has a lil bit of jazz hands, at the hands of Molly Shannon, so it’s also a bit like Coogan’s mildly amusing, but ultimately underwhelming Hamlet 2. What Goes Up is like The Letness Wackham 2. You bet it is! Sure wish writers Robert Lawson and Jonathan Glatzer (also handling the directing duties) brought McAuliffe’s tragedy to the front of the line, cause her story deserves its own movie and this movie coulda been that movie. Also, another movie wethinks this movie shoulda coulda would been would revolve around the nutty ultradynamic duo of Ingrid Nilson and Andrea Brooks. They’re like the Grey Gardens gals, but both young and out of the house, and as we all know, girls are more fun outta the house than they are in the house (see Rachel Ray’s $40 A Day as an example vs her unwatchable shows where she’s stuck in a studio). C’mon, tell us you don’t want to see a whole movie based around this character…

Verdictgo: Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

What Goes Up opens today in limited release, where Outrage is already fortunate

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

Leonard Cohen
Radio City Music Hall
May 16th

…THEN WE TAKE BERLIN!!!!

Where to begin? How about where our infatuation with Leonard Cohen, everyone’s man, and the illest Canadian Jew mt EVERest (and 2nd coolest Jewish grandpa mt EVERest, behind Neil Diamond) began. The year was 1990, and hot off the heels of Heathers, Gleaming The Cube, The Wizard and Young Guns II Christian Slater, with his devilish middle finger attitude and killah hair do, was winning the hearts of women everywhere, and thumbs up from every male in the land (including our soon to be Bar Mitzvahed a$$), and them hearts and thumbs throbbed even larger when Pump Up the Volume pumped up… the volume! That movie was beyond the stizzle badizzle, and surpassed Chip n Dale’s ‘Two Chips & A Miss’ as the most re-watched thing that our VCR ever saw. Anywho, Christian Slater was mad cool, like a coolcumber, and his underground radio DJ character, Happy Harry Hard-on, was even coolcumberer (TALK HARD!!!). He PUMPED up mad awesome tunes, the mos mad awesomestest being Leonard Cohen’s ‘Everybody Knows’ and ‘If It Be Your Will’. The PUTV soundtrack featured ‘Everybody Knows’, but it was an asi asi cover by Concrete Blonde, and so we searched elsewhere, found and discovered all that is holy, all that is Leonard Cohen, who may not have the finestest singing voice, but maybe the bestest talking voice in the whirld… besides James Earl Jones and the Micro Machine Guy. Our long LC journey culminated with us being the youngest peoples at Leonard’s well over 2.5 hour show, sitting in the very last row, at Radio City Music Hall (bestest large venue of balls thyme). Tickets weren’t cheap, but even if you were a sucker who ponied up $250 for the orchestra seats, it was well worth the price, hispecially since they got a better look at Cohen constantly on his knees, serenading the giant Oriental rugs underneath him. The set list was a like a dream come true, although we were mad vexed when he let his hottie back-up crooners, the Webb Sisters, sing ‘If It Be Your Will’, instead of him. BOOOOOO. Also boo was the crowd who never got as into it as we did. We know this was more like a performance than a concert, but c’mon, Leo effin rox the cox and the 1919 Black Sox. If you haven’t given into Mr Cohen yet, there’s no butter thyme than now. Sadly, that is not the case with Leonard Part 6, although mumbles was the case that they grave us