Hodgepodge
Though none of my friends have had any interest in seeing it, I watched “Master and Commander” tonight and I totally enjoyed it, and this is despite the fact that I could barely understand a single goddam word out of Russell Crowe’s mouth. Russell Crowe’s trademark muttering + British accent + 19th century sailor lingo = Seriously, WTF did the Captain just say?
Actually, there were some grizzled old salt type characters who were even harder to understand, but despite it all, I got it and I enjoyed it.
Eddie once asked me if there was one movie, or type of movie, i could be in, what would it be? I said I couldn’t think of one, but if there were two, then they’d be “Saving Private Ryan” and “Goonies”. I love war movies, and a I love team movies with kooky characters and “Master and Commander” was both.
I liked it. I wouldn’t recommend it to just everyone, tho.
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I saw it at the Crest theater (on Westwood, just south of Wilshire) and while we were waiting for the movie to start, there was a woman singing on stage with an acoustic guitar. She was good; I totally enjoyed it. The curtains started parting from the screen in the middle of her last song, and the previews started playing and the lights and the images on her face and body and the music all made for a really affecting composition and I thought to myself: Sometimes moments of real life can be just as fantastical as art.
Then I remembered that this was a movie theater. In LA.
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Now that I’ve finished reading Stephen King for the moment, I got a chance to catch up on some photo-processing. At the last 2 Ill Again shows I’ve seen I’ve taken pictures. The first time around I found myself focusing on Drew, who, I’ve discovered, is both naturally photogenic and interesting:
So at the last show, I went out of my way to focus more on Randy, cause I didn’t get that many shots of him before:
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Two days ago I was in my car listening to the original version of Dyer Maker by Led Zeppelin, diggin it, and thinking specifically (for some reason) about the fact that this is something that Randy would not go out of his way to listen to. I was actually surprised finding out recently that he was a big fan of The Beatles. Randy listens primarily to Hip-Hop and Rap and Jazz and it’s derivatives (soul, funk, etc.) Basically, if a black man didn’t help invent it, he generally doesn’t really take to it.
But when he’s into it, he’s deep into it. He knows more about the music he listens to than anyone I know. If I have a jazz or hip hop question he’s the first person I go to.
Randy’s one of those fellas who appreciates music at a level that i don’t think I’ll ever reach. Visually as I may be inclined, I still love my music, but I don’t think i see it quite the same way Randy does. And my tastes are far more eclectic than his are.
It made me think of the differences between us (of which there are many.) Randy is narrow and deep, and as much as he is so, I am wide and shallow - I know a little bit about a lot of stuff (something that often gives people the impression that I am smarter than I actually am.) Randy knows a lot about a little bit of stuff. I’m making a generalization, of course, I am deep into many areas of my life and Randy’s life isn’t so constrained. These are the weapons of our character. He is a sword and I am a mace. Or maybe a large mallet.
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Katie would be a Tai Chi sword. Ornate and tasseled, of course. Technically a weapon, but really an ornament and meant to be admired.
Rickmond would be a magic missile spell (think Dungeon’s and Dragons.) Doesn’t really matter if they actually exist or not.
Jill would be a dagger from Toledo. Or maybe a stylized throwing dish a la Dark Tower. Unique, stylish, and ostensibly you can eat things off it. <wink>
Eddie would be a Walther P38. Classic, well built, very effective, and fun to shoot.
Amy would be a very strong board with a few nails sticking out of it.
Mike G. would be a laser gun. Not a pistol like you see in sci fi movies, but an actual one. One of the ones that’s the size of a small room.
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What the hell am I writing about? it’s 3:21. I’m going to bed.
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