Archive for October, 2007
Not Bad For Another Old Dude

Okay so thoughts on last Friday’s concert with Dennis DeYoung and Glen Burtnik…
Burtnik was the opening act, which was a little worrisome at first simply because I was completely unfamiliar with the guy. He now has at least one new fan. Dude can play and has a great sense of humor as well.
The first song he did was called Kiss Your Ass Goodbye, which appeared on the 2003 Styx album Cyclorama and his 2004 solo album Welcome to Hollywood. I’ve had it in my head ever since. It’s a great little throwaway pop song. Here, watch the video:
So after Kiss Your Ass Goodbye came other songs like Watching the World Go By, Welcome to Hollywood, a very entertaining version of The Who’s Pinball Wizard performed in the style of Johnny Cash (you really have to hear it performed to realize just how much it works), and Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough, the Patty Smyth/Don Henley hit that he co-wrote with Smyth. He would return later in the show to sing Edge of the Century and then stayed to play along on the rest of the set.
Then came who we were there to see, the man himself, Dennis DeYoung. You hardcore Styx people can argue this all you want, but Dennis DeYoung made that band what it is. So if you asked me right now who’d I rather see live, Styx or Dennis DeYoung, I’m going with DeYoung. Styx is simply not Styx without him. And amazingly, at 60 years old, he still has the voice. He was belting out songs all night long and his pipes were just as strong as it was back in the day. And it’s not like he was taking it easy either.
On top of that, the guy is just plain goofy to watch sometimes, with all the prancing and the air guitar stuff he does during performances. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. It made for a very entertaining evening.
The members of his band were no slouches either. There really wasn’t a weak link in any part of the show. I bet all of you naysayers (and you know who you are) would have come away from that show Friday night and agreed that it was very enjoyable. How can you not love a massive Best of Times/Come Sail Away singalong?
Good times.
Douchebag of the Week Award
A 14 year old kid in South Pasadena, California is urging city officials to make the town a "no cussing" zone, because he was bothered by the constant swearing amongst the kids at his local junior high school.

McKay Hatch (yep, that’s apparently a real name) says he’s doing this in part because he didn’t like hearing his friends start cursing after they left elementary school because that’s not who they were, and that they’re just swearing in order to fit in with the other kids.
This kid should join the Truth anti-smoking organization because his approach is just as obnoxious. Just as Truth commercials make me want to smoke to blow it in their pompous non-smoking faces, this kid is going to make every kid who sees him yell out "fartface!"
This whole "movement" is idiotic. They’re WORDS. Words don’t hurt. Underage drinking is a problem. Smoking is a problem. Teenage pregnancy is a problem. But yeah, let’s devote time to make kids stop swearing, because that’s such a serious threat to humanity at this point.
The official site for this movement has a link to a rap video where Hatch and his friends challenge adults not to swear so they can all be friends. Or something. Now I can’t embed the video because the little turd turned off all embedding, ranking and commenting on his YouTube page. But here’s the direct link to the anti-cussing rap video. Awesomeness.
And by awesome I mean it sucks shitballs.
Tonight’s the Night We’ll Make History
Styx concert tonight! Yeah!
Well, okay, not really Styx. But Dennis DeYoung and Glen Burtnik, formerly of Styx.
So it’s essence of Styx.
Pieces of Styx.
Twygx.
Studio 60: What Went Wrong? – Part 1

This past Tuesday saw the release of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip: The Complete Series on DVD. Seeing it called "The Complete Series" was the final nail in the coffin for a show I already knew was dead. But still, it hurts all the same.
For those of you who don’t know, Studio 60 was my favorite show of the 2006-2007 TV season. And putting it all in perspective at this point, it’s easily my favorite since Star Trek: Deep Space Nine closed up shop in 1999. Needless to say, I picked up the set immediately.
What follows in this series of articles is all simply opinion and conjecture on my part. I have no inside knowledge about the life and death of the show, no clue about how the ratings really work, and I do not think I’m smarter than series creator Aaron Sorkin. But instead of doing a simple review of the DVDs and going on and on about how fantastic it all was, I thought I’d offer up ideas along the way as to why in the eyes of many, something so good wound up becoming a nothing more than a punchline and then ultimately forgotten.
Episodes 1 and 2: Pilot and The Cold Open – Strong Beginnings
The first two episodes of Studio 60 are, well… pretty much perfect television. Smart, funny, clever, well acted, expertly directed, etc. etc. There’s nothing I can point to, content-wise, to explain someone’s lack of interest in this show at this stage. The foundation of the show is laid out, characters are introduced and immediately given depth, new problems arise, other problems are solved and stories are moving along as they should.
But I think the initial problem with Studio 60 was something that happened before it ever even aired. NBC’s marketing department had the idea to make the pilot available online and through Netflix a month or so before it was set to air on television. This created a couple of problems, actually.
First off, there’s hype and then there’s awareness. Awareness is "Hey, I hear there’s this new show coming on that’s behind the scenes of a Saturday Night Live-type show. People are saying good things, maybe we should check it out." Hype is "ZOMG! This show is teh awesome and you MUST watch it!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!11!!" And Studio 60 was generating lots of hype, because so many people had seen it in advance.
Well, people tend to rebel against hype. When something is billed as being the greatest thing ever, some people can approach it with a "Okay show, let’s see how brilliant you really are. Go ahead, try to entertain me!" attitude. They’re not going into it with an open mind, they have an agenda. And if, in their eyes the show falters just once, then they come out of it thinking "That’s what’s supposed to be so amazing? Screw that show."
When the pilot finally premiered, the ratings were strong (averaging 13.14 million viewers). However, the ratings also showed that the pilot "lost a significant number of viewers in its second half-hour". I do not believe that was from a lack of interest. I seriously doubt anyone could only watch the first half of the pilot and then switch it off in disgust.
I think a number of people who had tuned in that first week thought that since the pilot was released on DVD, the first episode to air on regular television would actually be a new episode. And as they realized that it was just the pilot again, they turned to something else. Then, as things tend to happen with brand new shows, some of those people who tuned out lost track of the show and didn’t return the next week. Not a lot mind you, but some.
So the show starts off with a ratings average that’s skewed higher than it realistically should be. This ends up making the ratings drop the next week look even more dramatic than it actually was (the second episode averaged only 10.82 million viewers).
There are roughly 25,000 Nielsen boxes out there that represent the "fast overnight" ratings, which you can tell me are accurate and scientific and all that until you’re blue in the face, but basically the numbers show that maybe two or three people with Nielsen boxes got confused and didn’t tune in the next week. I refuse to believe that the possible mistake of or potential dislike from two or three people is supposed to represent the mindset of 2.32 million.
Had the box been in my home, the ratings would have spiked. So you mean to tell me that removing a Nielsen box from one non-watcher’s home and placing it in mine would mean that all of a sudden 500,000 other Americans are now watching Studio 60?
Initial hype and potential confusion are the two problems with the beginning of Studio 60‘s run, both problems stemming from NBC and not the show itself. You really can’t fault something for being this good. Next time though, things get a little wonky in the creative department, which draws the ire of some of us still watching…
Game Tapes

I’ve lamented in the past about my infuriating memory problems. Here’s another fine example of how my stupid brain works…
When I was in the 7th grade, I received a Nintendo Entertainment System for Christmas. I kept my games organized in the order in which I received them, so I could memorize the titles easier for when friends would ask what games I had. Every time I got a new game, I would add it to the end of the list.
Now, even though that was damn near 20 years ago, I *still* remember the list in it’s entirety: Duck Hunt, Gyromite, Golf, The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, City Connection, Super Mario Bros. 2, Zelda 2, Winter Games, Jeopardy, Hogan’s Alley, Star Force, Castlevania II, Mega Man.
It might not seem that strange to you, just reading it like that. But if you ever meet me in person, randomly ask me to list off the NES games I had when I was a kid. I’ll rattle them off fast and furiously. I’ll never trip up, I’ll never forget a title… the list is stuck in my brain, and I’ve probably forgotten things like algebra and how fire works as a result of retaining this useless fact.
Grindhouse Presents: Talk Talk Blah Blah Talk (aka Death Proof)
I have no doubt that 20-30 years from now, Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez’s Grindhouse double feature experiment will be as infamous in certain circles as the cinematic debacle known as Caligula. Film schools will teach and scholars will write about how from concept to promotion to theatrical release to home video, the Grindhouse project was a colossal clusterfuck in every way, shape and form.

When I first heard the concept for Grindhouse, it sounded like a hands-down winner to me. I figured it would be two 45 minute movies strung together with some trailers and other gimmicks and a good time would be had by all at the movies. Then I read that each film was actually a full length feature. And I couldn’t wrap my head around that.
Both films were released to theaters as one double feature? How does that make any financial sense? Two full length movies for the price of one? Sure it’s a bargain for adventurous moviegoers, but that’s just insane from a box office standpoint.
Quentin Tarantino’s half of Grindhouse, Death Proof, would make a fantastic 45 minute movie. As a two hour feature though, it just goes on and on and on. Much of the dialogue sounds like someone trying to write like Tarantino with a hint of David Mamet thrown in, as characters talk about nothing at all and doing it in "hip" 20 sentence monologues when it would only take a normal person 2 sentences to get the same point across.
The film is essentially two hour long mini-movies with one character tying the two together. Each segment could have eliminated half of the dialogue, kept their climactic action sequences, and then you’d have yourself one great little flick.
The look of the film is meant to represent the worn down prints of the movies that Grindhouse is paying tribute to. Titles are haphazardly changed with cheap inserts, scenes are missing, the film itself is scratched all to hell, etc. I was really digging this look, done entirely artificially during post-production. However, the second half of the film annoyingly jettisons this look for much more pristine visuals.
Speaking of action, the final 15 minutes of Death Proof is genius. The fact that all the stuntwork is real truly helps the film overcome many of its other shortcomings. So the film scores points for that. Also, every minute that Kurt Russell is on screen is great. The man is simply awesome, and his role here reminds us of his cooler days in John Carpenter movies.
Speaking of awesome, I love the running joke of sorts that has Texas Ranger Earl McGraw (Michael Parks) continuing to show up in Tarantino and Rodriguez movies ever since his first appearance in From Dusk Till Dawn… even though HE DIED in that film. I adore this character, and he managed to make me laugh for a good minute here simply by the spin he puts on the word "but…" in his one scene.
Finally, while a good chunk of the first hour of the film feels like Tarantino is just saying "listen to all these cool unknown songs that I like!" I can’t deny that it’s a great soundtrack. I bought it the next day after seeing the film, and I’m listening to it as I type this. The man definitely has an ear for music, as all his soundtracks are perfect examples of how movies can actually benefit from obscure tunes (instead of the 500,000th use of Smash Mouth’s All-Star).
So while the never ending dialogue is annoying as hell and 90% of the movie, the stunts, music, and presence of Kurt Russell and Michael Parks still manage to help elevate this film to a somewhat decent rating. It’s probably my least favorite of all of Tarantino’s films (excluding Four Rooms, which I never really know how to judge), but it’s still better than a lot of the junk that gets released these days. And I might appreciate it more from repeat viewings. Time will tell. Rating: 3 out of 5 stars.
On Halloween
When I was in the 5th grade back in Athens, GA, we were given an October creative writing assignment where the only instruction was that the title of the story had to be "On Halloween".
Apparently I decided that my story was going to be a rip off of the Friday the 13th series, only with my classmates and teachers as the victims.
I can remember writing it at the time and never once having the thought that what I was writing might be considered "wrong". And at the time, people thankfully took at as it was intended to be taken… a 5th grader’s version of Friday the 13th with his friends as characters and no malice intended. But I have no doubt that if I was a kid today and wrote this exact same story, I would have been expelled.
The story was popular amongst my friends, and shortly thereafter I decided to make it a running series, writing a new chapter every so often. My best friend Chad did illustrations (which looking back at them now are really, really good for a 5th grader), and pretty soon we had ourselves a schoolwide phenomenon. Kids I didn’t know would come up to me on the playground asking to read it, and then asking to be in it, even if it just meant getting killed. I was a god amongst children. I was… oh, sorry. Got carried away there.
Now I tried revising the story several times during my childhood, all the way up to high school. Elements of later versions even made their way into a screenplay (which I’ve since abandoned). But that first, serialized version, written on my Radio Shack Color Computer 1 and printed on alternating green and white paper from my slow as hell dot matrix printer, is probably the most memorable version.
And so, against my somewhat better judgment (and because I needed a topic for today), I present the original version of that first chapter in my Jason story. I’m reprinting it completely as is, despite my struggle to correct my awful 5th grade sentence structure and other problems.
On Halloween
One Halloween, ten years ago, me and my four brothers Inky, Blinky, Jason and Darth were sleeping in our beds at Camp Gonnawatchyoumama. Jason woke up and decided to go swimming. Jason slid into the pool and screamed for help. Ms. Jones, the camp counselor, ran out to help but it was too late. Jason had drowned.
On the girls side of the camp, Heather, Jodi, Cyndi and Kelsey were playing football when they heard something behind them. Jodi turned around. A knife hit her across the chest. The other girls screamed. Then they ran into the boys side of camp, jumped into our cabin and under our beds.We yelled, "What are you doing here?!" "Somebody killed Jodi! And he’s coming after us!" Cyndi yelled. Vaughn shouted "Nonsense!" and ran outside. He got his head chopped off. Cyndi said, "See, I told you!" "Cyndi shut up!" we yelled. We ran to Ms. Jones’ cabin. We heard the shower and saw Ms. Jones dead.
Cyndi said, "I like Ms. Jones’ clothes!!" so she hopped to the closet. Jason jumped out and killed her. We ran back to our cabin. I slipped on Vaughn, hit my head on a rock, and was knocked out. The next thing I knew I saw our cabin burned down. I also saw Kelsey in front of Jason saying "Peace". So Jason chopped off her fingers. He ran to the bushes. I took Ms. Jones’ corvette and drove off.
I drove to the Air Force and told them to blow up the camp. So they did. Then I drove to a police station. I jumped out of the car and ran inside. I started explaining. They said "Did you get something out of your mama’s purse?" After they heard my story they insisted that I killed everyone. So they threw me in jail with a drunk. He said, "What ya in for?"
"They think I killed 10 people!"
And scene. Wow, that’s hideous. Rewriting that made me cringe. Such basic logic problems like how everyone’s sleeping yet the girls are out playing football. Or how Jason drowns but then immediately goes on his killer rampage. No build up, no legend, just 30 seconds later he’s a killing machine.
Or how the story takes place "10 years ago". I’m the hero of the story at age 1?
I gotta admit though, I still love the name I came up with for that camp and how the Air Force just blew it up because I told them too. And the phrase "I slipped on Vaughn"? Genius.
Internet People
I love when the internet starts feeding upon itself. You may recall the insane moment a few months ago when Chad Vader sang Chocolate Rain. This is another example, a tribute to damn near every viral video to hit the web. Ever.
I fear the day when the internet runs out of things to mock, and the Leave Britney Alone Guy turns his attention to himself and screams "Leave Me Alone!" for 7 straight minutes.
Not the Best Way To Answer a Reporter’s Questions
I think whenever I get hit with questions I don’t want to answer, I’ll respond like this guy does. It almost seems to work, like it has some kind of immediate mesmerizing effect on the reporter who then manages to shake it off and continue with his line of questioning.





