Sometimes I remember where I am, and it puts me in my place. I get exposed to the foreign and familiar with such regularity, that I hardly notice the whirl anymore. I was wandering home last night, and decided to hop a cab. Dawn was rapidly approaching, and I had a bad feeling about a dark alley, plus the cab was right in front of me as I rounded the corner, thinking that I'd never find one. It's strange being and feeling alone on the other side of the world in the middle of the night with a bellyful of Becherovka... then you hop in a cab and Chet Baker is on the radio singing My Funny Valentine. It brought me to a screeching halt. I get plenty of familiar music here, but this was something I truly liked. I talked to the cabbie in my horribly broken Czech about how great I think that song is. We agreed that people don't cotton to Jazz or good music in general anymore. I looked out the window...

It seemed to make perfect sense...

Enough self-important musings. Here's more stupid RTP shi(r)t for the kiddies...

If I started a band, I would call it The Damned Monkeytraps. I stumbled onto some fantastic Bob Brozman clips on Youtube. Many of them have better (read as more) musical performance, but this one is particularly delightful, as brother lays it all out.

What else have I been obsessing over lately? Try Goldie Hawn. SOmeone accused me of liking her only because she's hot. I told them to watch Seems Like Old Times. I could list a dozen movies that I absolutely love her in, without even getting to Private Benjamin. It all starts with Laugh-In, because I'm a huge fucking nerd-o, but, I mean, Jesus, that bikini is iconic to me still.

I've also been trying to absorb all of the Zach Galifianakis that I can. He cracks my shit up. Poke around his site and watch the Fiona Apple Video... seriously.

I've been spun a little on Billy the Kid, as well. Mostly 'cause of the movie, and mostly 'cause of the soundtrack.

Oh yeah! Happy New Year, my little piggies!

Happy Birthday, Yoko Ono!!!

Thank you for Australians, Baby Jesus.

Speaking of Antipodea, watch The Proposition. I'd have checked it out, simply because Nick Cave wrote and scored it, but I watched it twice daily for a week because it's... don't know the word, just watch... I still get all gut-wrenched when the elder brother says, "Why don't you ever just... stop me?"

Ciao for now...

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