:: a world of zombies ::

:: Wednesday, February 26 ::

listening to the new Nick Cave Album this eve

Now that's some good listening. Its expectantly croon-y in the vein of 'No More Shall We Part' and it comes with a DVD thus making it fodder for this little corner of the 'net. But since I, admittedly haven't watched said DVD yet, I'll reserve judgement for later. And since I missed the 11th, here is the belated:

Happy New Nick Cave album day everyone.

Were I in charge, new nick cave album day would be the
highest holiday.

Celebration of it would be compulsary by emotional
blackmail, you know, sorta like Christmas.
People would go around on new nick cave album day
dressed to the nines in thier very best new silk
suits, with good will to whiskey. And they would give
strangers fried chicken, because its new nick cave
album day.

The greatest writers of the times (or meidocre writers
that acedemics later deem great, I can never tell
which) would pen tales of miserly old men, who, having
no bad seed spirit, refuse to buy the new nick cave
album on new nick cave album day. The characters of
these stories would be walking cliches of the types of
strangers to which one would want to give fried
chicken, designed specifically to cause the reader to
emote power feelings of swank and an intense driving
desire to be in a smoky pool hall, playing fooseball.
The old man would be visited by Blixa Bargeld that
night, who would take him to Thailand, and buy him a
tailored silk suit, and then they'd drink dark rum and
croon, because its new nick cave album day.

Future generations will tell this story to their kids,
and future movie makers will rehash it using mediocre
celebrities, and start playing those movies from the
time Nick Cave is in the studio, until a week after
new nick cave album day.

And as new nick cave album day became corrupted and
commercialized, and cries came far and wide for all to
be reminded of the true meaning of new nick cave album
day, new nick cave album day would be upon us, and
suddenly no one would have to be reminded of anything,
because they'd listen to that new nick cave album, and
it would be awe inspiring, and they would paint a
random wall green because of it, and they wouldn't
even know why - but it would be because it was new
nick cave album day.

:: das firegod 7:12 PM [+] ::
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so yeah, I've decided to start doing this again.

Mainly because I have something really cool that I want to capture here, because it's screaming out to be documented, even in mere humble weblog format. That and I've actually seen a bunch of great stuff lately that your going to want to know about.

So for the last 4 years or so, I've been chasing a dream. You know, one of those things that you swear you saw on late night television, but you drink a lot, so no one will believe that this isn't some fevered drunken dilusion, like all the other ones. Hell it gets to the point where you're not even sure anymore that you didn't completely make this up. You swear that its real, but each time, you sound a little less convinced that it was.

The latest one for me was a commercial, a Robert Loggia orange juice commercial. I saw it one night, most likely comming home from some club or other when I was living alone on the far north end of Chicago. So of course there was no one with me to verify this.

For the past 4 years I've brought this commercial up time and time again in conversations, usually when Robert Loggia, or Lost Highway is mentioned, because as we all know the Robert Loggia tailgating scene in Lost Highway is the best, most perfect movie scene ever, taken completely out of context, just as a scene, I'd put it toe to toe with any other movie scene filmed at any other time.

So yeah, an orange juice commercial - I'd usually mention it, people would call me crazy, and it would be forgotten, that is until this weekend. Saturday night I was again spouting off about it to a bartender at the Doubble Olive in Grosse Pointe Park (a long way from where the commercial had been originally seen a lifetime ago). And later that night, Amy does what I should have done if I ever thought about the commercial while sober - she types: Robert Loggia Orange Juice into Google. Almost instantly she finds confirmation that the commercial existed, and a transcript of the whole deal.

Finally vindication. On the page where the transcript lives, the writer has a very dim view of this thing that I consider the crowning achievement of mankind thus far, but to each thier own. Anyway without further ado, the Robert Loggia orange juice commercial:

Scene: A family home.



Time: breakfast.



Mother: Billy, drink your Sunshine brand Orange juice. It's chock full of calcium to build healthy bones.



Billy: I don't beleive you.



Mother: Who would you beleive?



Billy: Screen and stage star, Robert Loggia.



Mother: Robert Loggia?



Billy: Yes, Robert Loggia.



Enter Robert Loggia in suit of black with white tie.



Loggia: Hi. I'm Robert Loggia.



Billy & Mother: It's actor Robert Loggia!



Loggia: Drink your orange juice, Billy. It's chock full of calcium to build healthy bones. Do it for Robert Loggia.



Billy: Sure thing, Robert Loggia.



Fade to Orange Juice Logo/black.

So there you have it - I'll have more actual movie stuff later today, but I'm so happy now, happy about Robert Loggia.

:: das firegod 5:42 AM [+] ::
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