Dramatic ending

Apparently, Bill Gates is set to leave Microsoft in July 2008. I suppose, this kind of news is big enough to make a movie out of. Though, depending on how much budget one has for making a movie, it can dictate the caliber of casting you’re going to see. Or so it seems.

Title: Bill Gates’ Last Day at Microsoft

Starring: Bill Gates, Brian Williams, Jay Z, Bono, Steven Spielberg, Matthew McConaughey, George Clooney, Jon Stuart, Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, Al Gore, and from Microsoft: Steve Ballmer, Christine White, Lisa Brummell, Robbie Bach, Kevin Turner, Ray Ozzie, and Craig Mundi.

If it seems big enough for you, then break out the popcorn, ya’ll! And the box of tissues, too!

Ladies and Gentlemen, by Saliva

Sometimes, there’s just nothing on my mind except the wondrous articulations of head-banging music. Yes, it happens. And that’s what’s been going on with me, pretty much all day today. Just indulging myself with some melodic jackhammering on the loudest dot com on the planet. I just heard one of my favorite songs of the past year… Ladies and Gentlemen, by Saliva. I had to find it on Youtube, right away! This is one of those songs that stops me on my tracks and makes me stand at attention! It never fails, every single time I hear it! It has every element I love about modern rock music. The heaviness, the infectious groove, the Beatlesque melodies and the Industrial sensibilities. All rolled into one. If I’m in a band today, I’d be making and playing music like this one. This ain’t no sissy rock, by the way.

Cloverfield, the review

Well, not really a review review. But I thought I should, at least, give my two cents on the movie.

In a nutshell, I enjoyed it. Just like I enjoyed other plot-challenged flicks in the past, such as Twister and Snakes on a Plane. You know, the ones you watch purely for the thrill; and are allowed to temporarily unplug your brain for the entire duration.

omg!Cloverfield is what they all say it is… Blair Witch Project meets Godzilla. It’s very loud and dizzying. It was shot Blair Witch style. Some guy documenting the whole thing with a camcorder. Well, it starts out with some guy’s going-away party. That goes on for about 15 minutes or so, until a big bang was heard. And that’s when the fun begins. I thought the party actually went a little too long. It’s like a roller coaster ride. The party scene felt like standing in a long line. But then, eventually comes, the ride!

It went on fairly quick, too. The whole movie, minus the long end credits, clocked in at a little over an hour. However, that’s about all you can take. And, the ending was a bit abrupt, I thought. But no worries, I won’t ruin it for anyone.

However, if I could have a little say about possible changes I could make to the movie… I’d like to suggest that the monster, as awesome as I thought it was, could have been simply eliminated, altogether. I come from the Vincent Price school of horror… the scariest thing is what you know is there, but don’t see. Hence, I’m afraid, the presence of a scary-looking creature might have only reduced Cloverfield to the ranks of cliches. But, that’s just me.

Anyhow, like I said, overall, I enjoyed it a lot. That’s it. And for a matinee’s price, my conscience is definitely clear.

Smile, you’re on my camera

This morning, at work, I was tasked with shooting a video of a conference meeting. It was a lot of fun, actually. What I mean is that, it’s fun to be behind the camera and see every detail of what’s going on anywhere I wish to point the lens towards. And anywhere usually means, any person that I feel requires attention at a given moment.

I’m shyNow, I’m not talking about acting here. There’s no rehearsal, no makeup, no costumes. This is a company meeting, for crying out loud! Nobody even expects a cameraman to show up, unannounced. And when someone sees one of those big black things pointing at them, like they’re being held at gunpoint, you can pretty much expect a look of self-consciousness, pretty much all of the time. Especially, when their un-Photoshopped faces are magnified, to their horror, on a humongous wall screen.

I’m not making fun of anybody here, by the way. I would feel the same, if I saw me blown up on a screen, twenty times my real size. Sheesh! I can’t imagine anyone feeling comfortable either. Unless of course, you’re Paris Hilton. Or, God forbid, Gene Simmons!

It made me think, though, of how self-consciousness is such a deep-seated characteristic of the human nature. Our choices and decisions are affected, in a big way, by how we think others will react to them. There are positive aspects to this. As well as negative ones. I mean, I would think that it only makes sense for one to shower and dress appropriately, when going to be around other people. But then, who is it really for, when one decides to get a little nip and tuck, just to get rid of those eye bugs that naturally come with age, anyway? Another example is, that it’s only right to lose weight and be healthy. But, to whom are you killing yourself for that million-dollar six-pack, or a weight count that rivals that of your dog?

It makes me think that, we sometimes tend to find our confidence in the approval of others. I wonder if it’s still necessary to drive an outrageously priced sports car when you’re the only person left on the planet? Even when there’s no one around to be envious of you? I wonder if image would still be an issue?

So yeah, self-consciousness. I’m not sure what to make of it, though. Some of it, I think is good. And some, I just think is ridiculous. Sometimes, it’s modesty. Other times, it’s vanity. Sometimes, freedom. Other times, slavery.

There’s so much more I want expound on, regarding this topic, but I’m afraid I’m now getting a little self-conscious myself. About spewing out personal philosophy, that is. I don’t like it. So I’ll stop.

But I’ll, at least, ask… What do you think?

Look ma, no head

look ma, no headAbout a month ago, I remember seeing a trailer for a movie that quickly grabbed my attention. Needless to say, anything that has a scene of the Statue of Liberty’s head rolling down the streets of Manhattan, will surely grab my attention. And that is, regardless of whether or not, the movie is actually any good. The title of this one is Cloverfield, by the way. And it’s about to come out anytime now, if it hasn’t yet. I’m not really sure what it’s about, though. I read somewhere that it’s a tale of a monster, or something, that is told from the viewpoint of a small group of people, who apparently witnessed it. Oooohhh!

Enough said. I’m going.

I love a good spook! And, it really doesn’t take much to get me all excited. Especially when it comes to movies. I mean, I love a good Oscar-winning drama, just like anybody else. But I’d shell out a few bucks on a b-grade horror flick, just the same. Suspiria, anyone?

I remember a roommate of mine from way way back. He’s such a big movie freak that he checks out almost every movie that comes out. Yet, criticizes almost every one of them, as well. Like a bad New York Times review. It bugged the tar out of me that, out of a dozen movies he watches (within a month’s time), he only raves about, oh say, one or two. The rest? Well, he comes home with a big frown on his face, like he just lost big money in Vegas. He’d yak and yak about how awful the actors were. And, how the plot could’ve been improved by this and that. Oh, and if only this director was at the helm, instead of that one, it would’ve been… well, cool. I guess.

Whatever, dude!

And if you don’t mind, I just missed the greatest TV commercial ever!

Wait, I just remembered… I haven’t seen a single movie in two years. That’s right! No movie. No DVD. Nothing. What’s up with that? Is it really possible to live life without movies, in this day and age? It’s almost like saying it’s possible to live life without hearing any music. Well… maybe. Maybe, not.

But I might just go ahead and break the streak this weekend, and see Cloverfield. I just checked right now. It’s coming out on Friday. Sweet!

Would it be good? Would it be worth it? Who cares? As long as I hear people screaming … oh my Gaaawwd, oh my Gaaaawwwd… I’m sure it’ll be worth every minute.

And every penny, too! Hey, that’s what matinees are for. A little insurance. 🙂

Honesty and Insecurity – a story of sibling rivalry

I had a dream. Crazy dream. Actually, I have a lot of them. But, last night was about Honesty. Again.

Honesty is my imaginary bodyguard. He is the strongman who saves the day. Everyday. At home. At work. In the grocery store. You name it! He’s there, ready to defend me with his very convincing karate chops.

The problem is that, a lot of times, Honesty fizzles out like deodorant spray, when I wake up. He flops himself away into oblivion like a terrified chicken being chased by Colonel Sanders.

Although, I know he’s there when I’m awake, it’s hard to believe he really is, now. In my heart, I know he exists. And, of course, he does! But I think he’s afraid to show himself somehow. I’m not so sure why. Could it be because he’s actually a scary looking dude, with scars on his face and all over his body? I never really saw him that way, though. Or maybe, he’s just afraid people would judge him by his words. After all, they sound too good to be true, a lot of times. Trust me, I know.

sibling rivalryYou see, when I was little, Honesty was not imaginary, at all. He was real. He was everywhere I was. All the time. Willing to be the silly, yet simple friend that he truly was. But as I grew up, I noticed him become more and more withdrawn. I would ask him what’s wrong, and he would always snap back with… nothing. Hmm, that doesn’t sound like the Honesty I know. I was a little disappointed by this, in fact. One day, he confessed to me that he has a twin. An evil twin, as he coined it. I was a bit taken aback by this revelation.

“What? Why are you telling me this, just now? What’s his name, anyway?”

“Insecurity. His name’s Insecurity,” Honesty uttered, in a trembling whisper. I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. Sorry. But, why would someone have such a geeky name? I thought. Anyhow, I asked Honesty again, why he’s telling me this, just now.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you,” he said, “but Insecurity would lock me up, everytime. And then, he would walk about pretending to be me. Then, he would brainwash me, so that I won’t remember anything, later.”

“That’s awful,” I stated indignantly. “You mean, all that smiley, goofy face wasn’t yours, after all?”

Honesty said that it wasn’t him that was keeping me company, all the time. Especially, as I grew older. Nope. The fake stuff that was going around at the time, was rampant! He said, “My brother was in high demand! And he delivered with gusto! Ya know… Fake smiles. Fake tears. Fake reality! He’s a real trendsetter.”

Excuse me? Oh, fantasy island. I see! De plenn, de plenn.

Geez! I can’t tell you how devastating it was for me to discover this. To find out that though Honesty may be strong, Insecurity is much, much stronger, indeed. And deceptive, at that! And that he also wanted Honesty gone, forever. Oh my! How much more criminal could one be? Now, I had to go through a lot of hoops just to see if it was Honesty or Insecurity that was really on my side, at a particular moment. It was not easy to tell. And very frightening, indeed!

But that was a long time ago. It’s been sometime now since I had seen him face-to-face. Although, his spirit has always stayed with me. Like a painting or an old photograph, I will always be reminded of what he looks like. But more importantly, I was left a promise that he would always be there (albeit, in spirit) whenever I need his karate chops to scare off those venturing to hurt me. However, there’s a clause. That is, only if I get smart enough to recognize, if the ever conniving Insecurity ever gets in the way; that I would be brave enough to kick his butt (so to speak), so Honesty can do what he does best. Protect me from harm. And at the same time, teach his little big brother (or big little brother; whichever works) a thing or two about reality, as well. And, I’m happy to say… so far so good.

At this time though, my alarm goes off. Six a.m. I am now on my own, once again, in the middle of the great unknown.

Or, am I? Let’s go find out! 🙂

Feeling unplugged

Okay! Time for another music blog. Time to let the music do the talking, once again.

unpluggedBack in the summer of 2005, I recorded a few cover tunes, as I had been running dry on creativity. I included the Thin Lizzy classic, “The Boys Are Back In Town,” since it was one of those tunes I used to play live, at open mic nights. Unplugged! It was sort of unique to play it with an acoustic guitar, as it is truly well-known for being a rock anthem (I can imagine it being blasted in an Irish pub). But people seemed to liked it a lot.

I originally wanted to record it, 50’s doo-wop style. After all, if you listen closely to the original, the vibe is pure R&B (blame it on Phil Lynott! 😉 ). But, I couldn’t pull off anything soulful enough, to pass as doo-wop. So…

Hey, let’s all raise our Guiness Stouts, and sing along, shall we?

Uh one, uh two, uh one, two, three, fohhh…

Peggy Sued

Well, not quite. But, almost.

News came out yesterday regarding Buddy Holly‘s widow. Apparently, she is threatening to sue the woman, whose name was made famous by her late husband’s classic tune, “Peggy Sue,” from selling a book about her friendship with him.

This is so rock and roll! Buddy would be proud!

Hey, it even deserves a little tribute from one of the greatest bands of the 90’s, I think.