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How about Phil Hughes and Melky Cabrera for your boy. This is what Mike/Dog are talking about.
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and a great recording too. Thanks for the heads up.
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Wow. I mean, wow.
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34. My head hurts.
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Well, at least I am honest with myself.
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goosebumps thanks so much...
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See, I tell myself the same thing. And then I realize that I don't cut Bono any slack for his ipod commercials (for example) and I can't help but think I am engaged in a mamouth case of rationalizing because I like Dylan and don't like Bono. But yes, I can see the argument. Painting his face, his Christian period, that part in Chronicles where he admits to doing anything he could to confuse people because anything -- even being crazy -- was better than being a saviour. I suppose a sell-out is better than being a saviour too. Like I said, good for him.
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Our entire economy is operating on credit right now. Mortgages, home equity loans, subprime mortgages, credit card debt (especially), etc. People are guilty of using it too much and banks are guilty of giving it out too much. If we end up with a squeeze, there will be a domino effect that rips through every sector of the economy. The fed exacerbates the problem by pumping more liquidity into the markets by cutting interest rates. That delays the problem but doesnt solve it. If the market is left to its own devices (and/or the Fed finally decides it can't cut rates anymore without risking
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Bah. I just clicked on it anyway. Not nearly as horrible as I had feared. Good for him.
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Must ... not ... click ...
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Can we merge this into the what's wrong with this country thread? Unf*ckingbelievable.
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I do not have kids but I do have a cell phone. If I do have kids and I still have my cell phone I would like to think I could live my life like ZenLunatic (who is actually taking a pretty zen approach to life here by living in the moment). But I could not live my life like ZenLunatic. If my (future) kid gets hurt I dont give a flying f*ck about the slapstick comedy I am watching on the big screen. Vibrate me immediately.
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These days? It depends on how expensive your amp is. If its in the $100-200 range, it's probably scrap metal. A decent repair shop, if you can even find one, is going to charge you $75 to open it and look at it (in NYC at least). I think they are usually fixable. The question is: is it worth what it will cost you to fix it?
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Haha, yeah me too. I didn't mean you specifically. Sorry bout that. I only meant that I dont really care all that much -- so my point of view shouldn't necessarily be lumped in with the rest of the crazies on here. I was just pointing out experiences I have had when I asked people to stop. I find that doing that often escalates the problem more than anything. I can't believe that this thread is still going, though. And I am mad at myself for being a part of the problem. I hate myself now. I hope everyone is happy.
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Just a counterpoint to the couple of folks that say "just ask them to stop." I have done this exact thing on several occasions and been told to either mind my own business or to go f*ck myself. The folks that have the audacity to use their cell phones in what I would consider inappropriate places are very well aware of what other people think. They don't care. Do you think they aren't aware that they are on a crowded train or in a movie theater? And don't lump me into the category of folks on here looking to impose the equivalent of capital punishment on cell phone users. I have a cell
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Pitchfork Weighs In and Basically Says the Same Thing I Said (those damn copy cats) Excerpt: But the ticket price was justified by performances from My Morning Jacket, who did "Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You" (I'm Not There director Haynes, who periodically popped out in between songs, could only respond with "Wow") and the Roots, whose "Masters of War" was both chilling and ecstatic. Rapturous Dylan idolatry is not a particularly new or interesting phenomenon, but I'm Not There's pairings were weird enough to keep all eyes focused for twenty-four songs.
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Yeah, but Heath Ledger chewing gun in the microphone when he introduced them? And the guy and girl hugging on stage? And the instruments not working? And the woman twirling? I assumed they were poking fun at the hippies and folkies from the 60s that were his initial fans. Maybe not.
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BTW, do you have any idea what this was all about...? I have to assume this was a joke right? Talk about a trainwreck.
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Yes, this was announced incorrectly. An added bonus of the trainwreck was that Todd Haynes made a bunch of *bad* mistakes. He announced She's Your Lover Now, but that's not what they played. YLT did play I Wanna Be Your Lover. Then, when MMJ was done, he thanked only "Jim James". No, sadly.
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It is probably impossible to imagine, and I am not a good enough writer to describe it properly, but if you can imagine a slow somber rendition of the national anthem (very light drums) with just a softly played electric guitar and the words to the national anthem replaced with "them that builllllllld the big bombs"... into a Hendrix at Woodstock-esque rock out. The entire section I was in finally exhaled when they were done and the crowd that had been virtually dead to that point erupted. I mean an eruption. The three guys from the band came to the front of the stage and bowed and everyon
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Also, many times, a catcher is only as good as his pitcher's pickoff move or ability to get the ball to the plate quickly.
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Last night's show at the Beacon was an odd experience all around. For a movie that probably doesn't have an enormous audience (e.g., the movie is opening in NYC at one of the smaller filmhouses), and for a soundtrack with a lot of bands that aren't exactly mainstream, this show sort of flew under the radar. And so it was, when the lights went down, and half the theatre (if not more) was empty. Literally empty seats. An echo in the theater. Completely bizarre. Todd Haynes was there to speak a bit about the movie. As was Heath Ledger to introduce a couple of the bands. But as the night