Peace The Forks Out

to

Mrs Peacock

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he was legends

cocaine after midnight

he scored FIRST!

Coney Island’s dumpy Astrotower

she studied penis and vagina interactions

beater to deather

laser brain

frack him

cop player times 144

and one of my most favorite & beloveded NY city eateries evers…

Big Nicks

on November 20, 1973, The Who were opening their Quadrophenia US concert tour at the Cow Palace in Daly City, California. about seventy minutes into the show, drummer Keith Moon passed out on stage (apparently he had consumed large tranquilizer pills, meant to be shot at animals, with a large volume of brandy). then Pete Townshend asked the crowd, ‘can anyone play the drums?’ 19-year-old audience member Scot Halpin answered the call, became a member of The Who for a night, then disappeared into rock n roll obscurity/legend/history. ammazin’

Blue Jasmine
I Left My Heart Has Nothing Left In San Francisco
Official Website | Trailers & Mo 
PG-13 | 98 min

Woody Allen‘s recent movies have ranged from unforgettable (Midnight In Paris) to forgettable (Whatever Works) to juss plain forgotten (had zero recollection as to what You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger was about).  And his latest – Blue Jasmine?  As a whole, it’s neither of the three, but of course you should see it, cause it’s a Woody Allen movie, but anyone who does see it will never EVER forget the performance that Cate Blanchett hands in as the title blue-stress.  Oh man, the screen burns with every fiery ember of Cate as Jasmine and her smoldering at-the-ready Chernobyl-level meltdowns.  HOT HOT HOT!!!  She’s a woman scorned, broken, battered, but trying to bounce back.  Will the world let her, or will she burn herself down into pile of alcohol-soaked black ashes?  We’re rooting for her at every (mis)step she takes, even though she’s one of the least rootable characters of 2013.  GO JASMINE!!

So how did Jassy Jasmine bottom out to such a low match point?  She turned a blind eye to husband Alec Baldwin‘s madoff-ing with other people’s monies & philandering all over New York, and before it was too late to open her eyes, she lost everything.  Now she’s begging at the door of Sally Hawkins, her adopted sister who Jasmine could give three sh$ts about.  But times are tough and any family is family when yer down and out and now in San Francisco (new Woody locale, yeah!!).  Hawkins has enuff stuff on her own plate, like trying to feed two kids she sired with ex-husband Andrew Dice Clay (not playing for nursery rhyme laughs, and it works!), and a non-stop yapping greasy new beau in the form of Bobby Cannavale (although his yawk-y character doesn’t seem like the kinda guy who’d be living in the Bay Area).  Of course Jasmine complicates matters for all parties involved, as anything she (or Woody) touches turns into instant-neuroticism.  Things eventually do get better between the sisters, and then they each meet a dashing new man – Jasmine + Peter Sarsgaard and Hawkins + Louis CK, but the likelihood of the forecast staying perma-sunny in a ‘blue’ movie is about the same as the chances that dentist Michael Stuhlbarg or dopey mustachio Max Casella have of scoring with Cate Blanchett

Wowsers Cate Blanchett!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Are you the best actress alive?  Dare we say possibly even bester than the grrrrrrrrrrrrrreat Meryl Streep?  Time will tell for some, but we may be ready to make and stick by such a bold claim.  Streep of course coulda played a perfect Jasmine, and has even worked with Woody before, but I just don’t see a Streep Jasmine giving me movie memory neurosis for time eternal.  Burn baby burn!

Verdictgo: Jeepers MOS DEF Worth A Peepers

Blue is golden currently in NY & LA, and elsewhere elsewhen

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

So Tell Me Again, Why Did You Have To Die? Part I

So Tell Me Again, Why Did You Have To Die? Part II

So Tell Me Again, Why Did You Have To Die? Part III

So Tell Me Again, Why Did You Have To Die? Part IV

Bon Jovi
Giants Stadium II
July 25th

Jon Bon Jovi tells us to have a nice day, but he really means it, and he ensures that you will have a nice day, even if it’s night.  When you go see a Bon Jovi concert, Jon Bon and company (minus Richie Sambora, but his absence hardly mattered) give you their all, and exactly what you want – those acid-washed jean stadium anthems that have somehow survived the test of cheesy time.  Granite, we are no fans of the BJ, and while 2.5 hours of BJ rocking and rolling in his home state didn’t turn us into a convert, we were kinda shocked at how unbored we were.  Unbored!!  You did it Jon Bovi!!!  Those 8ish songs we know and don’t hate sounded great, but we coulda done without the other 17ish songs, which to us sounded like generic Bon Jovi songs with endless ‘heys’ ‘yays’ and stuff and things.  Still, it’s hard not to be impressed at how nice Jon Bon’s smile is, and the bigger ones he’s eliciting from his rabid fanbase.  hairing is caring

setlist

That’s What the Water Made Me / You Give Love a Bad Name / Raise Your Hands / Born to Be My Baby 
/ Lost Highway / Whole Lot of Leavin’ 
/ It’s My Life 
/ Because We Can 
/ What About Now / We Got It Goin’ On 
/ Keep the Faith 
/ (You Want to) Make a Memory 
/ Bed of Roses 
/ Captain Crash & the Beauty Queen From Mars 
/ We Weren’t Born to Follow 
/ Who Says You Can’t Go Home 
/ I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead 
(with ‘Start Me Up” and ‘Oh, Pretty Woman”‘ excerpts) / Bad Medicine 


encore – Runaway 
/ Wanted Dead or Alive 
/ Someday I’ll Be Saturday Night 
/ Have a Nice Day 
/ Livin’ on a Prayer 


second Encore – Always /  These Days