Archive for May, 2008

Ten Things I’ve Learned After Living In New York For Almost A Year

May 30, 2008

1. Everybody here has done coke. I mean everybody. Anyone who hasn’t done it wants to do it and is probably about to do it right now.

2. Rollie Fingers mustaches are back in style. They don’t look good on anyone except Rollie Fingers.

3. The City That Never Sleeps goes to sleep around midnight. The only shit open after that are a couple of cafes in the Village and all the dance clubs. If you’re up past three, have fun drinking six dollar expressos and sweating your ass off to La Bouche.

4. There’s no Count Chocula anywhere in this city.

5. The toll plazas will always catch you if you go through the E-Z Pass lane with no E-Z Pass.

6. Staten Island makes most of New Jersey look like Connecticut.

7. Nothing you buy in Chinatown will ever work properly (not even the t-shirts).

8. I kind of like horseradish.

9. All the dogs here are either large enough to be mistaken for small bears or small enough to be mistaken for large rats. There is no such thing as a normal-sized dog in New York City.

10. Middle names are on their way out.

Pork and Beans

May 29, 2008

Okay, I’ve had enough time to think about it. It’s time to start talking about “Pork and Beans.”

I think the real reason people are freaking out over this video is because it features the first pretty good-to-great song Weezer has produced since 2001. “Pork and Beans” has a super catchy melody, the lyrics are introverted/insecure/defensive/littered with pop culture references, and the guitars are mad crunchy. Those are all hallmarks of classic Weezer. I know I can’t stop listening to the damn thing.

So, yay. Rivers got the alternadork songwriting jones back. I am now officially looking forward to receiving the advanced copy of their new album I’m supposed to review for PopMatters. Before, I was kind of scared. Hey, we’ve all seen the cover:

It’s like a Gap ad exploded on the Village People during a promo for “Deadliest Catch.”

Anyway, this “Pork and Beans” video…it’s not all that great. Yeah, it’s cute, what with all those people from the Internetz in there, but all you nimrods comparing it to the video for “Buddy Holly” are off your meds. “Buddy Holly” was monumental not only because of its groundbreaking use of computer technology but also because it took an incredibly uncool property - “Happy Days” - and re-birthed it as something extremely hip. There is a direct correlation between the “Buddy Holly” video and the number of roles Henry Winkler started getting after 1995. There’s no way he would have been in The Waterboy had Rivers and Co. not jacked Fonzie for their Buzz Bin clip.

“Pork and Beans,” on the other hand, just takes a bunch of weirdo crap people already like and puts it on display in what seems like a strange attempt to remind everyone Weezer is still “with it.” I’d expect this kind of thing from Sum 41 or Sugar Ray, but Weezer? I don’t know. With a song this good, they don’t really need a bunch of viral celebrity cameos. Honestly, I feel “Pork and Beans” is only one step above that video they did with the Muppets, and I want to make it clear I am not ragging on the Muppets. I love the Muppets. Every goddamn last one of them (yes, even Lew Zealand). What I don’t like is rock video stunt casting.

I have to admit, though, the K-Fed appearance made me laugh pretty hard. His comedic value remains constant.

So, yeah, there you have it. My official line on the “Pork and Beans” video. I know you were all desperately wondering what I thought. Feels good to finally get all these thoughts off my chest. I’ll sleep well tonight!

A few Weezer-related paternal tidbits from my life: their drummer Pat Wilson looks a lot like my friend Jim Rumpf’s dad. My friend Dave Adelman’s dad hangs out with original Weezer bassist Matt Sharp’s mom. One time when I was in high school, my dad came into my room as I was listening to “Holiday” and demanded I rewind the tape back to the song’s doo wop breakdown (”This is what music sounded like when I was your age!” he told me; believe it or not, I already knew that). Rivers Cuomo is someone’s dad.

Yo, Gimme Some Of That Boat, Son!

May 27, 2008

I just found out “boat” is slang for PCP.  That officially wins as lamest drug term ever.

I Never Want To Be Toasty Again

May 27, 2008

Does anyone know when this “Arrested Development” movie is supposed to happen? I ask not because I’m a huge fan of the show - I’ve watched a handful of episodes and, while they certainly kept me entertained, I wouldn’t jump Snake River Canyon to see any more - but because I’m very desperate for Jason Bateman to stay in the public eye. You see, J.B. is celebrity people tell me I most resemble. I kind of see it:

No one’s ever going to mistake us for twins, but something is going on there. Maybe it would be slightly more convincing if my hair didn’t look like a pile of bird shit in that photo.

People were commenting on JG2/Bateman connection as early as the late eighties, when Jason was setting young teen hearts aflutter on forgotten NBC chestnut “The Hogan Family.” I, of course, reaped no benefits from this physical similarity at the time beyond the amazement of my mother and a few neighbors. All the girls in my elementary school were into Kirk Cameron (goddamn powerhouse ABC lineup).

Recently, a British tourist in Times Square made it a point to tell me I had “a look” of Jason Bateman. I have to tell you, that’s pretty cool. The guy starred in one of television’s most respected and well-received programs (known at least two countries over)…and I look like him! Purely for my own ego, “Arrested Development” and Jason Bateman’s career renaissance both need to continue. Anything to avoid another decade-plus Bateman drought.

That was a rough time. In the absence of Jason’s sexy, befuddled presence, my face is unfortunately most often associated with a sub-sub-sub pop culture fragment that was the “All Your Base Are” of its day.

Seriously, I never, ever want to be the “Toasty!” guy again.

Anyone who played video games for more than half an hour in the nineties knows who I’m talking about. In “Mortal Kombat II,” whenever you pulled off some kind of sick uppercut combination, this guy would pop up:

This rather nondescript white guy would quickly shout, “Toasty!” in a shrill falsetto and disappear back into the nether regions of the game. His name is Dan Forden and he actually programmed the sound and music for “Mortal Kombat II.” Considering the fact Dan was on screen for less than three seconds in any given game of “Mortal Kombat II,” it’s hard to imagine anyone being able to firmly say he looked like anyone else in the world or vice versa, but it happened. To me. A lot.

I remember hanging out at Gator’s Dockside in DeLand, FL, my sophomore or junior year of high school with a handful of friends. “The Hogan Family” had been off the air for four long years. Mankind as a whole could barely remember it, much less its teen star Jason Bateman.

My pals and I were taking turns playing “Mortal Kombat II” in the Gator’s game room when this little digital asshole suddenly, inexplicably popped up at the bottom right hand side of the screen. Immediately, all four of my friends did a double take and proclaimed that I looked just like this shrieking weirdo. At first I was skeptical, but the more we played, the more Dan Forden’s tiny visage appeared.

Jesus, we do kind of look alike, I thought.

Not THAT much, though. Well, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Nobody likes this game anymore, so I’ll probably never hear this again.

As my father loved to yell at me when I was a child, WRONG! A short time later in my Journalism class, this goofy surfer kid named Shawn Van Kleeck flipped a goddamn biscuit when he met me.

“You look just like ‘Toasty!’”

Thus it began anew. Thanks to Shawn, a whole group of freshman shouted, “Toasty!” at me every time I passed them in the halls until I graduated. I’m kind of surprised no one signed my yearbook with that immortal phrase. Hell, I’m surprised I wasn’t voted Most Likely to Interrupt a Video Game with an Unnecessary Adjective.

The truly fucked up thing is this shit didn’t end when I left high school. Dan Forden really made an impression on an entire generation of gamers. All I had to do in college was say the word “toast” and someone would inevitably make a “Toasty!” joke, look at me, and tell me once again that I look like the motherfucking “Toasty!” guy. Hell, sometimes I got it when what I actually said “roast” or “boast” or “talk show host.”

Can you imagine a more asinine, pointless celebrity anyone could look like? It’s like having a dog that looks like Spuds McKenzie. Sigh. I eventually accepted God’s cruel joke and responded to the “Toasty!” masses the only way I knew how:

Let me tell you, after I made this image and put it on the Internet, people lost their goddamn minds. I used to have a website that was my name dot com. Every fucking day at least one person would surf in searching for info on the “Toasty!” guy, see this picture, and send me a message that said, “Hey, you do look like Dan Forden! LOL!”

This, despite the fact I’m wearing SUNGLASSES and a RED shirt in that picture. I guess they could just sense the Dan Forden radiating from my general being.

Dan, if you’re reading this, I hate you. You ruined high school for me. I didn’t get to go to prom because of you, I was a virgin until I was nineteen because no girl wanted to fuck the “Toasty!” guy, and my father had a heart attack and died when he found out you existed (luckily, he magically came back to life two minutes later). I hope you run out of “Mortal Kombat” money and Goro stomps your balls into powdered milk.

Jason, if you’re reading this, keep up the good work and don’t turn down anything. Otherwise people might start telling you you look like Dan Forden. I’m sure that would drive you to suicide (or worse).

Poetry & Michael Keaton

May 22, 2008

Two things I have a passion for. This week, anyway.

My latest Crawling Ear boasts seven album reviews in haiku form. My personal favorites are the ones I penned for House of Pain and Crispin Glover (yes, that Crispin Glover - he put out an album in 1989 that I plan on reviewing at length sometime very soon).

Also, here’s sixteen hundred words concerning parts Michael Keaton could have played in the new Batman movie. I’m serious about that Katie Holmes one. Dead serious.

Crazy Ass Dream: Advanced Indy 4 Screening

May 21, 2008

Here’s a topical dream for you: I attended an advanced screening of the new Indiana Jones movie with my parents. It was at Steven Spielberg’s house, I think, and the movie was projected on a tiny screen on his back porch.

The opening credit sequence was thirty minutes long and bled into the first scene - Indy cleaning somebody’s pool while simultaneously looking for his famous hat. Right after that, there was this weird “Three Stooges” montage that hinted Larry, Curly, and Moe would be making an appearance in the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Said montage featured the classiest photo of Larry Fine I’ve ever seen in my life. He was in a tuxedo, bending over a table of dignitaries as if to say, “How do?”

Did I mention this was apparently taking place on Christmas Day? There was a Christmas tree and people were slowly exchanging presents as the film rolled. I think I saw Harrison Ford there. He looked very happy.

I don’t remember anything else about my dream version of Indy 4. I assume the rest of it was just as crazy as those first parts. I eventually found myself in conversation with a nearby friend about our favorite movies based on historical events. I offered The Untouchables. She said something like The Blues Brothers. Then I woke up.

P.S. - Still haven’t found the time to watch all the older Indy movies again. What can I say? I’ve been busy juggling an’ shit.

To The Guy Selling Candy Outside Wholesale Liquidators Who Threatened To Kick My Ass

May 20, 2008

I’m sorry I had to push you away, but it should be noted that you were the one who initiated the physical contact. Your attempt to shake my hand went beyond the parameters of personal comfort and civility. I feared at that moment the force of your body might send mine to the ground. Instinct took over and I retaliated.

I apologize sincerely if my reaction caused any serious harm or injury that resulted in your inability to peddle Fruit Roll-Ups on the Lower East Side. Next time we meet, however, you would be wise not to extend your hand so far into my airspace. I assure you, I took Tae Kwan Do in the third grade and I sort of remember at least one deadly combo move.

While I have the attention of the homeless/crazy/drug-addicted community, please note that children under five generally do not carry any money. Hence, you should not waste your time addressing them in your quest for humanity’s pocket change. It’s an embarrassment to both parties.

Thank you for your time. God bless.

Unsolicited Simpsons Review: Bart the Genius

May 20, 2008

With America’s favorite yellow family all over the news this week (their new ride opened at Universal Studios yesterday; news broke today that the cast is apparently asking for another pay raise before Season 20 starts), why not post my second completely unwarranted and entirely unnecessary “Simpsons” review? Show me a reason not to and I’ll show you my five-sided fistagon!


Episode #2
“Bart the Genius”

Original airdate: January 14, 1990

Plot: Bart exacts his revenge upon a fellow classmate by swapping tests; this lands the spiky-haired Simpson in a school for geniuses where he clearly does not belong.

Iconic element(s): This episode marks the introduction of Bart’s less-hilarious-every-time-you-hear-it catchphrase “Eat my shorts.” The famed “Kwyjibo” also stems from this outing, a term Bart claims is slang for “a big dumb, balding North American ape with no chin and a short temper.”

Jokes that made me laugh out loud: Homer’s lament at the opera (”Geez, no beer, no opera dogs…”).

Notes: Thematically speaking, “Bart the Genius” covers a lot of territory. Aside from teaching us that cheating is bad because it might paint you into a corner where kids who are smarter than you will con you out of your lunch via scientific mumbo-jumbo, it also highlights the following important life lessons:

- One out of four Americans hates playing Scrabble
- Weiner is an acceptable spelling of wiener
- Word problems can be frustrating enough to lead to petty crime
- Intelligent people often like lame humor (”R D R R!”)
- Father/son kisses are generally pretty awkward

All true, all extremely valuable.

This is the “Simpsons” episode that established the fact Bart was America’s newest bad-ass. Look out, citizens of 1990! This kid steals bus stop signs! He vandalizes his school during recess! He mixes acids and bases! Ooh, what a lil’ stinker! He makes Dennis the Menace look like Beaver Cleaver, so watch your back, Father Knows Best! This kid has a slingshot and no respect for authority!

Of course, Bart was a little more fleshed out than all the critics would have liked to believe. Regret and guilt nag at Marge’s special little guy throughout his first flagship outing, eventually leading to a heartfelt confession at journey’s end (Homer, naturally, is enraged by his son’s lies, which spurns the classic naked green chase sequence that concludes “Bart the Genius”). Sure, Bart would have his epic misadventures in years to come, but the kid clearly had/has some pathos.

I mean, he’s not like this surly nightmare.

You know what’s strange about this episode? After Bart switches tests, we never see what kind of hell Martin goes through with his erroneous results. Do his parents ground him from Computer Camp? Does the school put him in a remedial class? I feel like they missed a great opportunity for some awesome gags there. Who knows, maybe they wrote some stuff and it got cut out it.

I’d also like to point out that the depiction of Krusty on the cereal box seen in “Bart the Genius” is frightening as hell. Jesus Christ. Off model much?

One more thing: did any of the palindrome kid’s palindromes actually work? I don’t think they did. I’m too lazy to look at the show again to make sure, but I found myself repeating them a few times in my head during that scene because some of the letters weren’t adding up.

Grade: Three R D R Rs (out of four).

Late Night With Not Me

May 13, 2008

Yesterday, it was formally announced that Jimmy Fallon (he of “Saturday Night Live” and “Idiot Boyfriend” fame) will be taking over NBC’s “Late Night” program when Conan O’Brien moves to “The Tonight Show” next year. This is a crushing blow to me personally. Back in 2005, when the first rumblings of a vacant “Late Night” chair were heard, I launched an online petition to convince NBC I was the right man for the job.

I was certain the twenty-some odd signatures I garnered would impress someone high up at the network. Apparently not. I suppose having been previously employed in television worked in Mr. Fallon’s favor. God, I knew I should have taken that job as an intern on “Moesha.” I don’t know, it just felt beneath me at the time. Sigh. I’m so stupid.

Unfortunately, I cannot find the link to my old “Late Night” petition. A quick Google search turned up nothing. I fear it’s lost to history. Gone forever are my friends’ generally supportive comments and the few oddball declarations from “Tom Cruise” and “George Lucas.” Oh well. In my own petition’s absence, I officially lend my name and support to the following causes:

Mark Hamill Should Have His Own Reality TV Show
Bring Back Mayor McCheese
Petition For A “Roseanne” Convention
Petition For A “Star Wars” Theme Park

I respect NBC’s decision and would hereby like to congratulate Jimmy Fallon on his new job. Way to go, Jimmy. Here’s to a successful run. Please feel free to use any of the following ideas I was saving for the first season of “Late Night with James Greene, Jr.”:

- a weekly game of “Spin the Bottle” with the show’s guests
- an entire show filmed at an abandoned amusement park
- an entire show filmed under water
- an entire show filmed in an airport lounge
- “Wig Night,” where everyone (audience included) has to wear a wig
- “Rap Night,” where every guest has to rap whatever they say
- “Karaoke Night,” where every guest has to sing what they say
- fly girls
- fly guys
- Gary Coleman in a robot costume
- Todd Bridges fighting Gary Coleman in a robot costume
- an entire show filmed at Larry Hagman’s house
- “Nude Night,” where every guest is naked

Good luck, Fallon. I’ll be watching to see if any of this stuff turns up.

Recycled Indiana Jones Jokes

May 13, 2008

From yesterday. I’m saving the environment with these hilarious quips:

- I found episodes of “Father Dowling Mysteries” more intriguing than Indiana Jones and the Look Who My Dad Is, LOL. I mean, come on. Last Crusade came out in the Summer of 1989. Its competition was Batman, Ghostbusters 2, UHF, and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. The best they could do was Sean Connery and some Biblical cup? Sorry, Dr. Jones, but if your movie didn’t have Slimer, the Joker, Rick Moranis, or “Weird Al” anywhere in it, I just didn’t give a shit!

- I hear the dead alien at the end of the new Indy movie is E.T. That might be enough to get me in the theater. They should go all out. Put E.T. in a Delorean with a lightsaber, the little girl from Poltergeist, a piece of the ship from Amistad, and a copy of 1941 on DVD. That’s called full circle. Harrison and Shia exchange confused glances, Russians drop a few nukes and blow the entire planet up, credits roll with totally slammin’ Indiana Jones-related DMX track. That’s how it has to end if they expect it to be on par with the other movies. Is it too soon to whisper Oscar?

- I’m pretty sure in that new trailer Indy moves Marion directly into the path of that giant spinning thing towards the end. What a dick. I guess he didn’t see their reunion lasting.

- Alternate Indy 4 titles: Indiana Jones and the Holy Shit, Did That Box Say Roswell?; Indiana Jones and the Why Is This Questionable Greaser Following Me Around?; Indiana Jones and the Hey, Karen Allen Is Back! Alright!

I might go buy the Indy trilogy today. I hear the extras on the new set are pretty killer. Only time will tell where I take my stimulus check. Thanks, lousy economy!