Saturday, June 16, 2007
Before Josephine Baker
Ladies + Gentlemen
Miss Grace Jones
Before Debbie Harry.
Hmmm. Before Cher?
55? 57? Who fucking cares.
Grace! Get back on the stage! Get back into the recording studio.
GRACE! Where are you? WE NEED YOU!
There but for the GRACE of God...
La Vie en Rose
After Edith Piaf
A brilliant, shocking, intense, eye-opening, "where-the-hell-is-she-now?" show-stopping performance by the inimitable Grace Jones.
Complete with the accordian.
Labels: MYOWNLITTLE WORLD
Cruising, Freddie Mercury + Queen
Larry "fucking" BLing.
Something tells me they won't even dare reference CRUISING.
Friday, June 15, 2007
I can't believe
is the audio
of today's "commercials."
One thing leads to another.
AC + GT?
Anderson and Gary?
Keeping Them Honest?
So. There's a big pink elephant on the telly.
Everyone's looking at it, and no one's talking.
The news isn't.
The death of CNN.
You know those clips you are introducing?
It's not a far stretch of the imagination to know that day doesn't take place at night,
and night doesn't necessarily take place during the day.
I just can't imagine why there's continuous recycling of the "news" clips.
News is dead.
If you didn't do your part to keep it alive,
you participated in its death.
Special Edition of 360º.
"Gary, has anything improved since you filed that report?"
Interviewing each other, for five minues, on what's transpired.
And here's the iPhone commercial.
before cell phones
before "going postal"
Here's that stupid fucking commercial about "high-speed" for Comcast which implies "rubbing mercury" onto one's hands in an effort to make one go faster, move more quickly, in a blur, even.
Doesn't "mercury" poison you?
Do you know where your kids are?
Do you know where they are going?
Do you know who's going to be there?
Better, do you know where they are?
And is "safe" really.
All I can think of is the pool scene.
I'm just trying to cool off.
So, invoke the name of LENNON CHRIST SUPERSTAR, and tag it with a price point of $19.99,
and DARFUR is all set. The problems disappear, you feel better about yourself, and, perhaps,
APPLE and the iTMS is ripping all the way to the bank.
This is one disc I wouldn't purchase off the Rusky websites.
You know I gotta getaway.
Not for nothing, I thought JUNE was [Gay] Pride Month?
What's up with this "Black Music Month?"
I thought February was "Black History" and "everything black" month.
And the term "black" has been supplanted with "African American."
What happened to Pride Month?
Why is it we have to have "months" designated for celebrations for all these groups?
Last I looked, or listened, music was color-blind.
MY EARS DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Coming to a big screen near you!
It's not enough it happened?
What's with a fictionalized version of "what really happened?"
We have a responsibility to watch a movie?
What about reading papers, news accounts, looking through film archives?
A couple of dead soldiers?
One dead soldier?
I guess if TWO SOLDIERS, only, died today,
then ONE is one-half, but it's twice too much.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Katie? Paris? Dan Rather? Judge Judy?
Angelina Jolie? One-half the world's most famous couple?
Really. Larry Birkhead?
From Regis to this?
They HAD to sing.
Don't tell me there was nothing substantive in the air.
What about that woman who died vomiting blood,
on the hospital floor where no one would help her.
Get me the gun.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
About that #$%#$^$!@ TYPO!
Monday, June 11, 2007
So, they see all this stuff in the black rap and hip-hop videos,
and they're drinking and doing drugs, and having sex in front of a videocam,
and they're saying some kid was smart for videotaping all this stuff,
and it's ok for him to get a blowjob ("have oral sex performed on you")
and it's ok for his mother to say he was railroaded...
but nobody said anything about a 17-yr-old being in a hotel,
drinking, drugging, fucking blah blah blah
somebody tell me:
1. what's the drinking age in Georgia
2. what drugs are legal in Georgia
I want to make sure I'm above the law next time I'm in Georgia.
You know, drinking, drugs and all that stuff
Labels: media watch
What was your first big break?
There was a period of time when I was out of work, and homeless in NYC. I called my mother from a pay phone and asked if she could send me a couple of hundred dollars to tide me over. She said, "No, but I'll send you a plane ticket. You can come home and get a job on the loading dock in Jantzen Beach."
In the phone booth, where I was standing, someone had discarded a copy of Backstage. And as my mother was talking I opened it to the job section, where I saw a listing that read: Woody Allen Fall Project: 1985 SAG Open Call. The date for the union call was that very day. I interrupted her and said, 'Mom, I gotta go. I'll call you back tomorrow.'
I stood in line on Ninth Avenue, outside St. Michael's Church, for nearly four hours. There were 5,000 men at that cattle-call and 3,000 women. When I finally got to the front of the line outside the door to the church, the auditor wouldn't let me in because I wasn't a member of the Screen Actors Guild. So I went around to the back of the building -- I knew there must be a back door -- and I was right. I slipped inside walked up to a union rep, and said, 'I lost my registration card,' so he handed me one, and I fell into line with everyone else.
The line led to a table where a casting assistant sat with a stapler. In front of the table was a piece of tape on the floor. At the other end of the room was this large, white scrim with a blinding light behind it. When you reached the front of the line, you stepped to the piece of tape, faced the scrim some 15 yards away, stated your name, handed you picture, resume, and registration card to the assistant at the table, and then they would bang the stapler down and yell "next." This built up an almost metronomically consistent rhythm of "Joe Schmoe -- pound -- "Next!"
But when I got to the front and stepped to the piece of tape and said, 'Todd Field,' they didn't say "Next." I got scared, certain that someone had figured out that I had crashed the joint, and lost any chance of ever being accepted into the union. I started to walk away, but then this unseen voice yelled, "Todd? Todd Field?" I squinted in the general direction of the scrim. 'Yes?' I said. The voice answered back, "walk toward the light."
I did, and when I got there found two people sitting at a table below a 4k. Two people, that because of the light, you could never see unless you were standing right in front of them. One of them was Ellen Lewis, and the other was Todd Thaler. Todd turned to Ellen and said, "This is the young man I was telling you about." He looked at me and said, "Remember? We met. You were tending bar on the Upper East Side? I've had you in mind for this part, but I haven't been able to get in touch with you. I said, 'Oh, well I've been very busy.' Ellen said, "would you have time to come in to meet Woody Allen tomorrow?" I went in the next morning and met Juliet Taylor and Woody Allen, and they hired me on the spot. It was a few days' work, but I've been working ever since.
Labels: Little Children
Where do you go
when the record's over?
Labels: MYOWNLITTLE WORLD
Three US soldiers DIE in Iraq when a car bomb detonates on a bridge, and yet celebucunt pH not only leads the "news" on the Can't Nail News network, but warrants three stories, maybe four.
It's only reality...it's only reality...it's only reality...it's only reality.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Sunday, 10 June 2007
born 4 May 1960
Restore and rejuvenate
Today during the day you should have a very strong sense of well-being. Your inner self is functioning harmoniously, and you do not feel emotional turmoil or strife. At the same time you are most contented with the familiar elements of your life. You enjoy being at home with relatives and friends, and you like being surrounded by the objects you are used to. You are not in the mood for adventures, challenges and major changes, nor is it necessary to be so. There will be other times for adventure. Now you should restore and rejuvenate yourself in peace and quiet. Physical comfort is especially important to you at this time, but it doesn't have to be lavish. Your need is for a comfortable environment that seems supportive. You want to be surrounded by whatever you feel protects you.
Moon Trine Moon , exact at 15:06
10 June 2007 to 11 June 2007
Connect the dots.
and pick up your life.
Labels: ©2007 orangemercury.com
Eye Ball v iBawl
OUT Films CT (formerly the CT Gay + Lesbian Film Fest)
One of 'em's got real reels.
I mean, BROKEN NEWS
Wow. Did she just wake up?
Or did she wake up and rattle her own cage.
I think her "people" stuck their fingers in their mouths and gauged the direction of the wind. When one dead body too many said "what about me?" they figured it was perfect timing to tell the Celebucunt the US was at war. Again.
NO! They didn't TELL her again.
We are at war, AGAIN.
Celebucunt. I'm kinda lovin' that one.
We now return to our regularly scheduled pablum.
When the Levees Broke
then we are obligated, as fellow AMERICANS, and as human beings, to watch this four-hour+ opus of what continues when the harsh glare of the media lights fade and we've long since switched the channel, with a remote no doubt.
I'm rather surprised the Can't Nail News network permitted Soledad to say her piece in this sharp and unflinching Spike Lee Joint "magnus opus."
Surprising also was the lack of Anderson Cooper in this piece, another courageous journalist lacking the fear to show his human side.