i feel so abused and betrayed. sour patch kids used to be my favorite candy, bar none. but they changed the packaging, and apparently the recipe too, because these kids, they’re hardly sour at all anymore. what happened kids? did someone’s mother decide her children’s taste buds shouldn’t be eroded by your tartly delicious sour-powder, and put an end to my favorite candy-aisle treat, seemingly forever?

well to that person i say damn you. damn you to hell. i hate you perhaps more than i hate the person who similarly betrayed me by discontinuing the old version of laffy taffy that came in squares of about 10 different varieties, and had terrible, awful, wonderful jokes inside every wrapper. i hate you even more than i hate good and plenties, the worst candy of all, and frankly i hope you fall down a well. preferably with alligators at the bottom that are hungry and sociopathic, so they don’t just eat you, they rip you up a lot first. then eat you, but slowly so that you are more scared.

anyone want the rest of these sour patch kids?

[now hearing this: hey mercedesloses control]

intolerable cruelty – 5 stars

i’m on a hell of a run, movie-wise. lost in translation, kill bill, and now this… it’s all too good to be true.

it seemed like everyone who would have wanted to see this with me saw it before i did, and after running out of options i just went out and saw it alone last night (at the los feliz 3, which i discovered has 7.50 admission and 4.50 matinees! another winning revelation; i will be back there).

i was unimpressed by the acclaim from everyone i had asked for a verdict from though, and i was getting a little scared that my beloved coens might let me down this time. the general feeling was, ‘pretty good, but obviously a mainstream attempt from them’, which isn’t exactly glowing.

well i’m here to tell anyone who hasn’t seen it yet to forget all that and go see it. it IS great. it IS hilarious. it IS full of the well-written and complex dialogue that makes me sit up and grin with delight, which i’ve come to expect from these guys. and george clooney plays a great character. frankly, i loved it, recommend it, will loan it to you when i get the DVD, etc. and the Zeta is fiiiiiine. i think i’m only ever going to refer to her as ‘the Zeta’ from now on, because that sounds funny. like the code name of some top secret project.

cursive concert tonight! very excited about that. if they play the wussy version of ‘radiator hums’ again i’m going to slap tim kasher like the whiny emo bitch he is though. and after that, perhaps i will steal the Zeta technology from the CIA and sell it to the russians.

[now hearing this: soulwax hang the dj mix]

vegas, man. the me of two years back would have scowled at the me of now for saying it, but i certainly like going there now. by the second afternoon i was glad i was leaving after only one night, but the one night was a damn good one.

rolled in around 9:30pm, and somehow was nominated the beer car. made the mistake of asking our 20 year old companion to help carry our several armloads of drinks to the counter, and since she wasn’t of age, none of us could buy anything. how technical and dumb is that. part of me wanted to bring her back to the store after we had to go down the street somewhere else and not make the same mistake, then stand outside the first place watching her chug a beer. instead, we just loaded up and went to our hotel room and had several before hitting the strip. perhaps that was the best way to go anyway, cause i was hurting for a drink after the freeway traffic.

left in high spirits though and walked through a few casinos before deciding on one. several people lost fast so we quickly decided on another one. after realizing that on friday night the lowest roulette table we could find was 10 bucks, we sucked it up and sat in caesar’s. i played some lucky numbers and left up 60 dollars, dan lost 100. awww.

since half the party had left already, the remaining 6 of 12 tried leaving caesar’s and got lost in the weird casino layout. after going upstairs for some reason and finding ourselves among a lot of empty banquet rooms, we took an exit door and ended up in the back employee passages of the casino’s underbelly. the walls and floors were all bare white and there was not a soul anywhere, just doors. it felt like the secret passages of the matrix, and us with no keymaster. we must have walked for a good 15 minutes down hallways before ending up in the back at some obscure employee entrance that meant we had to walk around the entire outer edge of the casino to get back to the street. which we did, drunk and laughing, at 4am.

stopping to rest after all that walking, charlotte decided to kick dan into a fountain while he was kneeling down beside it, which left him soaked, her soaked after he chased her down to hug her, and him with a big footprint on his back. he looked as if he were about to shiver to death sitting in the air-conditioned fatburger on the way home. to those of us who stayed perfectly dry, this was all quite hilarious.

sleep at 5:30am, up at 11:30, back down to gamble a little more. i could have walked away 40 more ahead after a table called to me (my numbers came up 5 times before i sat down, and several more after), but kept playing and stopped only 3 ahead. it would have been nice to have made over 100 dollars off the trip but i was just happy not to have lost. after food, josh and i made it home in a killer 3.5 hours, and i went to some bars with jen and michael.

yesterday i lounged and watched akira with josh, which was very strange and as most anime i’ve seen, lacking a very decipherable plot line. very visually impressive though, so who needs to know what the hell is going on.

great weekend all in all. monday is harsh not only because i’m tired and had so much fun friday and saturday, but because apparently i left the dome light on in my car since i unpacked it saturday, and having not driven at all sunday, my battery was drained when i tried to go to work. i had to sit around the garage waiting for someone who could give me a jump (thanks and nice to meet you, ali). will it start when i try to go home today? who knows!

have to get these out into the open before i move on into my glorious weekend — otherwise i’ll probably never remember.

mates of stateour constant concern – 3 stars

(mates of state live – really good)

first the show. i saw them first last year without having really listened to them at any point, but willing to go check them out because i trust joe. he was right about rilo kiley so he might be onto something. that show blew my mind, as it turned out, which is tough for a band to do when i don’t know any of their music to follow along with. so they came back to town, i went back to the show, and this time i picked up a cd.

the sound is unique for sure, because i don’t know many other boy/girl husband/wife keyboard/drum bands, and unique in a good way. the layered vocals reward you for paying attention and the pace switches up often enough to make you feel like dancing between the sad little pauses. i could see someone writing them off as too carnivalesque though after listening to this cd, which i guess i can’t entirely disagree with. only then you’d be likely to miss their live show, unfortunately for you, which takes all the fun songs from their repertoire and turns up the energy a few notches. something about the sight of two people you know are married on stage throwing themselves into songs while half-facing you, half-facing each other — it just makes the whole experience a very positive feeling i would recommend even if you think the cd is ‘just okay’.

(although if i had to repeat this particular show, i would step outside for the band ‘i am the world trade center’. i’m really sorry guys, but pounding electronic beats and a machine that makes a guy’s voice sound like a robot’s voice when he sings does not mean your band is good, even if the girl half of your duo is really cute when she smiles. in all honesty, i couldn’t wait for you to get off stage.)

hey mercedesloses control – 5 stars

i will admit to putting this cd into my stereo the first time and thinking, ‘oh no. they’re gone. it’s over,’ and being sad, because this cd sounded too polished and clean to be the same band i loved for their odd layered guitars and intricate drum fills, and an overall sound that was much more thick with details than a lot of my other favorites. i know that’s partially me wishing hey mercedes was still braid, but that’s always going to linger as long as it’s the same voice singing over a band that’s obviously evolved.

the second time through though, after i was done expecting it to be something it wouldn’t be, i heard it more for what it was, and realized it wasn’t over at all. hey mercedes is growing its own muscles, is all. after my hesitation to accept a tighter, smoother production, the loveable elements were all still there, and maybe even better than before. the lyrical wordplay is still intact, the guitars my sound glossier but they’re still churning out deep chords mixed with admirable picking, and the voice is just as creamy and intoxicating. now i can’t stop listening to it just like the last one.

i know i’m never going to get another frame and canvas; but once i accept that i can start getting really excited about loses control and everything that will hopefully come after it. and this is still going to make my top five for this year, for sure.

and since i’m so nice, and so you can test both cd’s, and for neglecting the pay day song last time around, leaving you with mc chris a little longer than necessary, this time you get two. police police me from hey mercedes and halves and have-nots from mates of state. rock and roll, i’m off to vegas halfway through tomorrow.

i don’t understand something, and it bothers me more and more every time i think about it. maybe someone can explain this or help me figure out how to work around it.

i am a young single male who likes to go to concerts at local small venues. theoretically, when i go to a show at a place like the troubadour or the fonda or anything else (like the mates of state show last saturday), i am surrounded by the exact kind of people i would like to be friends with — or meet and charm and date and seduce and all that. they obviously have similar tastes by the mere fact of being present, are often dressed in the style i’m most attracted to, and most importantly, i know they like doing what i like doing because they’re already doing it right next to me. this should be the ideal way to meet new people.

instead, i stand huddled between all these strangers who seem intent on pretending not to make eye contact, not to be listening to each other’s conversations, and most importantly not to want to talk to anyone but the friends they’ve formed protective little bubbles in the crowd next to already. i think it’s the only time i could possibly be standing rubbing elbows with someone for two hours without having to say a word to them, and with it seemingly acceptable to both parties. the show ends, everyone flees the room like it’s about to be fumigated, and i go home, alone.

then on other nights, there is no show, so i go to a pub for a few beers and hoping to maybe engage some new people. i sit with my buddies and scan the crowd, and see several desparate unattractive people trying too hard to get attention, and a handful of overly made-up people that are good-looking, already getting more attention than they ever seem to want. so i tell myself no, no one here strikes me in any way, so why bother the awkwardness of trying to force a conversation with someone i very apparently have nothing in common with. not surprisingly i still go home, alone.

so how can there be no better way to overlap the two situations: one where i’m supposed to try to meet new kids, but am surrounded by the wrong crowd, and one where i’m in just the right crowd, and no one wants to be met? i will assume my fair share of guilt on perpetuating this; i’m not specifically outgoing in these crowds either. but whenever i honestly go out on a limb and try to involve someone nearby in a conversation, i more often than not get an affected acknowledgement that says, ‘i’m going to pretend i didn’t quite here what you said, but at least nod politely and turn away’, or the occasional questioning glance that tells me i must have accidentally spoken in one of the alien tongues i’ve been practicing, because this person certainly can’t seem to understand how or why i would be talking directly to them.

i can even understand why people leave as soon as the encore ends. it feels final. who would want to stand around a room from which all the energy has purposefully just been used up? as much as i’d like to mingle with the crowd afterward, i’m basically with them in this urge to exit the room just like the artists exit the stage — on a high note right at the end of the show.

one solution would be more time between sets, which admittedly gets old, but this is probably exactly because there’s nothing to do in those intervals if no one wants to talk to you, so you’d rather they got on with it. maybe it’d be fine if there were some air of socialization instead of just anticipation for the next act. but then you’re taking the emphasis off the artists and into the crowd, which maybe isn’t the right idea either. i’m perhaps equally annoyed with people that go to shows and don’t seem to even care at all about the fact that there are bands pouring their hearts into playing music for them.

a smaller step would be at least not to play deafening filler music between sets, which some places are guilty of, and which drives me insane. i’m willing to submit to ear damage and having to suspend all conversation to see a band i like do what they do, but please don’t cause me auditory pain from a recorded track, as well as making even the least involved conversation a matter of shouting into someone’s ear. that’s just unneccessary. but, the clubs that don’t make this mistake still never leave any real social time in the mix, and like i said before, maybe they shouldn’t. the show is and should be about the bands. it’s not a play date.

which is why i have a better solution. if the clubs themselves don’t seem to want to do this, i’ll just have to sweep in and start my own business. a bar/cafe either above, next to, or across the street from all the venues i frequent, where it is essentially established tradition to migrate from the show to the bar afterward. i don’t see why clubs don’t do this already, if they could potentially capture another few hours’ worth of drinks sold after the usual 11:30-midnight closing number, at a time where people are more likely to get drinks to pass the time anyway without a stage show to distract them. they work around the fans’ need to end the concert experience by leaving the venue room, but capitalize on their desire to stretch the night out, because i refuse to believe that all these 20-somethings go right home afterward at only 12am. this way they could all just do it in one place and only increase business for the club, right? and of course people like me would reap the endless benefits.

my dissatisfaction doesn’t all just stem from wanting to meet girls either, i swear. it just feels like this potentially rich array of like-minded people is wasted because everyone’s afraid to talk to each other. so i’m hoping you don’t mind if i bump into you at the next show and try to say something, heaven forbid. but if you do, the beauty part is that you can ignore me completely and it won’t even seem out of the ordinary.

it’s seemed to me like all i’m writing any more are movie reviews broken up with the occasional book review. i’m getting kind of sick of that (even though i plan to write a few more in the next couple days), because it feels boring and repetitive, and i only know so many adjectives. so if it’s okay with you, i’m going to stick mainly with things i have a strong opinion on as far as write-ups. maybe i’ll just make a little sidebar thing for netflix ratings for all the other stuff i just watch to pass the time (examples: chinatown – 3, the ring – 3). i don’t know really. if i upgraded to moveable type i could do a whole separate page and all that badass stuff, but guess what, i don’t really want to right now.

anyway, as the other part of the equation, i need to tell more stories and write down more ideas and funny things i see. maybe i should complain more about girls, but maybe not. regardless, more writing hopefully. i think i should have a little more free time coming up this month, so let’s hope it works out.

all the same, there should still be a show/cd review up later or tomorrow. it’s not like i’m giving them up for lent or something.

my boss sort of insisted i take a day off last week while she was out of town in return for all the long nights lately. i took her up on it and mostly wasted the whole day, except for being free to see a discount matinee (only $4.75? it’s like i’m back in the 80’s!) of the freshly released kill bill. oh man.

kill bill: volume one – 4 stars

dead-on macho soundtrack. foxy lead assassin chick. swordfights. blood everywhere. if this were a badass-rating system and not a movie-rating one, it would get a five for sure. i loved this movie, and the two hours flew by so i couldn’t believe that it was over when the credits dropped (and did they ever drop on this one or what?). i think i would have rather sat through a four-hour movie all at once because it was so delightful to watch. i think my only complaint is that since it was only half a movie i really thought it needed more of everything to feel complete, but perhaps after being able to view it all as a whole it will gain what it’s missing. i suspect though that even seeing both halves will leave me with the same opinion: it’s more of an exercise in style than content, but goddamn is that style a blast to kick back and watch for two (or four or five) hours.

lost in translation – 5 stars

okay, objectively, maybe it doesn’t deserve such a high mark. but i give five stars to movies i plan to buy and watch multiple times, and this is one such film. the mood is set with perfection to the loneliness and longing of being surrounded by millions of strangers. bill murray is terrific as usual and scarlett johansson is cute as hell with a lot of personality on screen. i’ll admit it right now, movies that make me laugh and feel sad in the space of a few minutes always get a little bit of favortism from me, and even if people tell you it’s slow in parts they must not be realizing that that’s kind of the point. now i want to visit tokyo, or failing that, go see this movie again.

wonder boys – 3 stars

it was solid, it was about writing and lying and wasted talent, so i can say that i liked it for sure. katie holmes seemed out of place as a character that also seemed out of place in the film’s story — are there really students that rent a room in their professor’s house? — but i did laugh. michael douglas looks like a wreck though, i can’t believe he gets to sleep with catherine zeta jones on a regular basis (in theory).

a fistful of dollars – 4 stars

i don’t think you can not like this movie and still claim allegiance to the united states of america. even though having seen yojimbo first and knowing this was essentially a remake with guns and italians-posing-as-mexicans instead of swords and robed japanese men, i am having a hard time deciding which version i liked better. clint might win on the grounds of two pieces of evidence though: one, telling the bad guys they should apologize to his mule before shooting them dead, and two, the metal plate scene where he just won’t die and taunts the hell out of his nemesis (before also shooting him dead).

[now hearing this: the avalanches]

yesterday was a big deal. sure, as everyone knows, california recalled their governor (which i voted against), and installed an action movie star in his place (which i also voted against). but on the very same day that new music by several of my favorite bands come out — it’s almost too much for a night. but being a good citizen, i rushed home from work to cast my ballot. it went smoothly and quickly. then being a good scenester, i went smoothly and quickly to amoeba to pick up the new hey mercedes, on top of the new ted leo, and wishing i had enough money for the new dismemberment plan or new death cab for cutie. oh, decisions.

it’s a whole big deal of a week, in fact, cause this friday, a new quentin tarantino and a new coen brothers movie comes out… holy geez my media gauge is overloading. how’s a guy supposed to keep up with all this good shit coming at once?

and speaking of some good shit, here are a few movies i have seen recently that i pass on to you as recommendations…

[now hearing this: ted leo – ‘tell balgeary, balgury is dead’ EP]

let’s put some coal back in the ol’ train, shall we? i missed you the past week, ol’ girl. didn’t get any quality time together, did we. well, we’ll ease back in with some easy stuff.

a wild sheep chase – haruki murakami – 4 stars

the single longest session i spent reading this book was a friday night when all my friends were doing other things or out of town. friday nights with no one to talk to get kind of weird, i think, because you spend all week gearing up for it and when nothing happens you feel so detached. your insides are ready to get up and go and your outsides have nothing to tell them. so i walked a half mile or so down to the barnes and noble at the yuppie mall, sat in a corner with a blended coffee drink, and ripped through this book for about an hour and a half. my thinking was that sitting alone and reading in a public place is at least slightly less lonely than sitting alone at home and reading.

that’s the sort of feeling that went perfectly well with this book, too. i imagine the nameless protagonist — whose anonymity i only realized halfway through during a conversation about nicknames between he and another nameless character — feeling exactly the same way for the better part of the book. he’s not unhappy, but he’s not excited about anything. he’s clever and funny but he doesn’t seem to have any direction or goal or preoccupation for himself even though he wishes he did. so he drifts into this little adventure that’s sad and interesting but most importantly, something to do.

for a japanese novel, it was either translated or written extremely well, because i had to keep reminding myself to picture the characters as japanese, and the book’s language was part of why i enjoyed reading it so much. the way they talk and the things they think are so honest and likeable, i wanted to spend time with them. i don’t know if i gained any insight into life as i know it from reading this book, but i was sure glad to have someone so pleasant to pass that friday night with, even if he was fictitious.