Howdy folks. Well, what did you think of the Harris interview? I won't go on a tirade, so don't worry, and I know that nothing I say will change your unwavering support for her, but I mean....c'mon. Even you guys have to admit that she didn't do very well. Just on body laguage alone, she didn't look confident. She sat slumped, and it showed compared to Walz, who sat next to her much taller, straight backed, shoulders squared. She also kept her eyes down as she spoke, only looking up at Dana Bash toward the end of each question. Guys, this lady just isn't presidential. I don't think she even wants the job, to be honest. There was nervous tension in her voice. Compare her to Hillary Clinton, who can talk policy like an encyclopedia on any subject, with total confidence. I know you guys don't like Hillary because it's not cool to like the Clintons, but I mean, c'mon.......Kamala Harris? She couldn't even get past Dana Bash. I'm not saying she crashed and burned, but she sure looked burnt out. She looked and sounded nervous and scared. And then there's the lying and flip-flopping, and the worst economy of our lifetimes. I know you're gonna vote for her anyway, so good luck. You're probably gonna win. That's the power of the media. Well anyhow...
Question: do you think Walz could be a CIA agent? I'm serious. I mean, what's with the 30 trips to China? Not 5, or even 10...Thirty. He first went in 1989 (love that year) when he was 25 years old, and he even married his wife on June 4 (the anniversary of Tiannamen Square) so it would be "a memorable date" (his words). Thirty trips to China. Who even goes, say, to Paris thirty times? Who can afford to? But China? I think he's full-on CIA, playing The Big Dumb White Guy, and he's acting as a handler for Harris (who even the top Dems know can't be trusted to speak on her own). This is a guy who "let" Minneapolis burn down. Could there have been a backwards strategy to that? If you are shaking your head, thinking "how ridiculous", then you don't know Ten Level Chess. That's what the CIA plays.
I don't have any concerts to report this week, though I might be going to see KK's Priest at the Rainbow Bar and Grill's Backyard Bash on Sunday. I say "might be", because - though the show is ostensibly "free" (you have to purchase a two-drink minimum wristband) - there's still a good chance it will be a fiasco. The tickets say "admission is not guaranteed". This is because it will be a first come/first serve deal, meaning that fans will have to wait in a long line, and when the Rainbow's parking lot is full, that line will be halted unless people inside leave. So, to see KK's Priest, you'd have to theoretically get there by 1pm, to get a good place in line (i.e. to guarantee your admission to the event), and then you'd have to stand there all day, in the midst of a jam-packed crowd of sweaty Nikki Sixx lookalikes, getting your ears blasted by the four or five opening Hair Metal bands, until KK comes on at approximately 8 pm. That's seven hours of standing in a hot parking lot, and it's gonna be 95 degrees. Oh, and you'd also have to stand there through Accept, who come on just before KK. Balls to the wall, anyone? Maybe not. The only other option is to get there at 7 or 7:30, hoping it's not packed to capacity, because if it is you won't get in.
I'd love to see KK Downing, who I last saw with Judas Priest in 2011, but I'm not sure it's worth it to chance driving down there, arriving just before he comes on, only to be turned away because the Rainbow parking lot is already full. There's no way I'm gonna arrive at 1pm and stand there til 8. Now, he's also playing at The Whisky the night before (Saturday August 31), but tickets are 70 bucks. I won't pay that much for a club show, sorry. The catch-22, for me, is that I told Grimsley I would drive to see KK, since he drove us to Jon Anderson and Sammy Hagar. So if he wants to go, I'll keep my promise, but only under the above-stated terms. I'll agree to drive us down there in the evening on the slim chance we'll get in. I'm sorta hoping he won't want to go...
I watched "Lost Highway" for the 3rd or 4th time (maybe 5th, I've lost count), and I finally gave up on trying to decipher it. In some ways, it's David Lynch's most enticing film because it does tease a storyline, right up to the point of the jailhouse switcheroo. Before that, you have a fairly straightforward plot for a Lynch film: Jazz sax player Bill Pullman lives in Lynch's concrete mansion with his sultry girlfriend Patricia Arquette. As the movie opens, he gets a message, through his security intercom, that "Dick Laurant" is dead. This will turn out to be a red herring, because there is no Dick Laurant in the movie. It's Lynch trolling us again, with an incident from his life (google it). The couple then receive ominous videotapes left on their doorstep, filmed inside their house by an intruder, in which more is revealed each time. Finally, Arquette is shown in a porno movie. The next thing we know, Pullman is facing the electric chair for her murder.
But then one day he's replaced in his cell by Balthazar Getty, an auto mechanic who is screwing the girlfriend of a Hollywood mobster by the name of Mr. Eddy. And the girlfriend is Patricia Arquette.
The best role in the movie is Robert Blake as the devil. You'll remember the creepy scene where he introduces himself to Bill Pullman at a party. Too much time is spent on the porno aspect, and there is one scene thrown in for commentary on L.A. tailgaiting, a typical Lynchian mix of violence and comedy.
But even though he spends way too much time on the movie's second half and the relentless gauzy porno shots, it's still one of DL's most hypnotic movies, and the first few times you see it, you'll be compelled to make sense of the plot. You'll swear there's a mystery to be solved...but it will turn out, after several more viewings, that you are only half-correct. There's a mystery, all right, but there's nothing to be solved, because the meaning of the mystery is up to you. Lynch has said in interviews that it represents a dream. It's super cool that he used his own house as a main location. The photography and acting are top notch. Even Gary Busey gets a turn. It's a great film; it just doesn't mean anything.
Question: Do you guys remember the Superball, by Whammo? They were the company that made the classic Frisbee, and in 1965, they also had a handball-sized black rubber ball called the Superball, and you could literally bounce it over the roof of your house so it would land in your backyard. I had a Superball when I was six, and not only did I bounce it over our roof, but I took it inside to the hallway that connected our living room to the bedrooms, and I threw it as hard as I could against one wall, horizontally, so that it would rebound quickly and with force against the opposite wall, and because hallways are narrow, this created a "drumming" effect between the two walls. The Superball had so much power that it went whambambambambambambam between the two walls of the hallway before finally dropping to the floor. A variation on this was to close the hallway door and do it with the lights out in pitch darkness. You had to be careful that the Superball didn't bounce back and hit you. Kids had a blast with the Superball, but then a year or two later, Whammo diluted the formula, and Superballs thereafter were less powerful. Maybe too many parents complained of broken windums or holes in the hallway walls. I imagine there might also have been kids with missing or broken teeth from bouncing a Superball that came up and hit them in the mouth. It was made of Vulcanized rubber, and had a special, compressed core. I was reminded of the Superball when thinking of another awesome toy from the early 1960s. Remember those plastic rockets that you filled with water and pumped full of air to cause pressure, then you launched them - like the Superball - over the roof of your house and into your backyard? Man, we had the coolest toys back then...
Finally, you might remember that at the end of the last blog I mentioned 2009. That's your cue to ask: "Now, what could've happened that year, Ad?" Are you skeptical? I mean, after all, it was 20 years removed from 1989. Well, you may recall that I was housesitting in 2009, at a home in Reseda. And it has recently been brought to my attention that Something Happened to Me in That House, something bizarre and terrifying. I've always known about the terrifying part, but the Bizarre Part has been new to me. That's your cue to ask, "How could it be new, Ad? Is this another case where you didn't remember something?"
Yeppers.
Folks, I got Hyp! no-Tized! in that house. I could tell you what happened to me after I was hypnotized, and I could even reveal who hypnotized me, but you'll have to wait for my next book. This is a true story, 100% fact, I even have witnesses, and if they would cooperate I could prove it. 15 years have passed, so the person responsible would not likely go to prison, but they should have because he or she didn't merely hypnotise me but did it against my will, after drugging me first, and then he or she proceeded to do "other things" to me, figuring that I'd never remember it due to the Roofie they slipped me and to post-hypnotic suggestion.
Good grief, Charlie Brown. I'm beginning to wonder if I've just been a punching bag or a toy for other people all my life. It's for certain that I'm susceptible to hypnosis, and that certain people have known that. But I'm still glad I'm me and not those other people, because bad stuff is coming for bad people. Not from me, of course, but from God. God is gonna get 'em. You wouldn't want to be one of them, trust me. And you definitely wouldn't want to be one of the bad guys from 1989.
Peace and love to everyone else, though. Stay tuned.
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