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I Want To Be Stuck In An Elevator With…

3 Apr

Stephen Colbert
Not only is he naturally hilarious, he’s ubersmart, rather handsome, and I get the sense that Stephen Colbert is a geek, deep down inside. I would quiz him on how he had the sheer nerve to stand up to Mr. Bush at the infamous White House Correspondent’s Dinner, tongue firmly in cheek, as well as how he keeps all the material he has to write and produce every night so fresh.

Ultimately, I would shake his hand, letting him know that I am yet another one of the iGeneration masses who use himself and Jon Stewart to gather news in a hilarious, but relevant, way.

 

Michel Gondry
“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. “The Science of Sleep”. And countless influential commercials, short films, projects and collaborative efforts. How can you not love Michel Gondry?

Really, I don’t know where I’d start. How did you envision filming that one scene in “Eternal Sunshine” where Jim Carrey keeps walking back and forth on a darkened street, and Kate Winslet gets “erased”? What does it really mean at the end of “The Science of Sleep” when Gael García Bernal falls asleep in Charlotte Gainsbourg’s bed?

 

Coco Chanel
She was not just a fashion designer.

She was an arbiter of class. She died single, childless and ludicrously rich in the Ritz Hotel en Paris, and the world mourned her. I’m certain it’s because we all thought that fashion would go to the dogs after this.

Where would I begin? How did you know that the combination of cream and black tweed would look so sharp? Why choose a camellia to be your signature symbol, as opposed to a more obvious rose? How come your enamel jewelry looks so damned amazing, when everyone else’s looks shoddy and thrown together?

 

Bill Murray
The man needs no introduction. There are too many films, shows, appearances to tell him that I loved him in. There are also too many things he says that can put me in stitches. But truly, if I had but one single moment with Bill Murray, though he may never tell me, but I would ask nonetheless:

What did you say to Scarlett Johansson at the very end of “Lost In Translation”, when you leaned into her, whispered it so intimately, leading her to cry?

I must know!

 

A Real, Live Geisha
In the 1920s, there were approximately 80,000 geisha in Japan. Now, in the modern age, these numbers have fallen to somewhere between 1,000 to 2,000.

I want to know everything about their lives, as if I was trying to become a human recording of their amazing existence, before the “flower and willow world” they live in withers away in the face of the reality that maintaining geisha lifestyle, training and culture are seriously expensive.

Tell me everything! Demeanor, kimono, makeup, hair, dance, song, accoutrements, and even how they manage to keep balanced and strutting along smoothly on those geta sandals. I feel as if they are celebrities, keeping a tradition alive in a small, sheltered pocket, as the rest of the world encroaches upon them, slowly and surely.

 

Vampire Weekend
Seriously? I’m saying realtime jam session within the confines of the elevator with the “whitest band”, as StuffWhitePeopleLike.com’s Christian Lander declared them in a Salon.com interview. Ha!

Let me drum my fingers on the elevator banister as Ezra Koenig belts out the lyrics to “The Kids Don’t Stand A Chance”, or “Oxford Comma”, and I would fangirl out like crazy.

 

Graham Norton
He may just well be the funniest British man, ever. Truly.

Watching his show “So Graham Norton” on the BBC has left me in stitches. His inappropriate remarks delivered with a side of “devil may care” attitude, as well as the funny games he thinks up to involve his audiences, such as “Bring The Ugliest Gift You Have Ever Gotten To The Show”, and giving them prizes accordingly, leads me to believe that the man would be immensely entertaining whilst stuck inside a elevator.

 

Ewan MacGregor
I have given you very good reasons for the past 7 men and women that I would like to meet. Now let me give you a very blatantly carnal reason for this next one.

Gah.

Ewan MacGregor. Yumm…

“Moulin Rouge”, “Trainspotting”, “Emma”, “Down With Love”…I don’t even need to get into his role as young Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Just, yumm….

 

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Monday Nights Are Ideal For Face-Melting Fun.

25 Mar

Ah, I went to the best show ever at The Troubadour, again…!

I love these PoorPeople-friendly, $12 School Night shows at the Troubadour that start late as hell, 10pm+. They’re made for me, the unemployed, laid-off girl who, if she were employed, would absolutely never be able to make these shows, what with my morning commute starting at 4:45am.

Bishop Allen were amazing…they sounded ridiculously face-melting and I re-lost my voice (after just barely nursing it to health, quashing the DeathCough from Hell) for screaming and singing so loud that night. The crowd was wild, and we all had a great time lingering around having drinks with bandmates and meeting nice folks. @BoxSpring facilitated the whole event and @scbound and I had a great time catching up with him IRL, as well as his friend George. Hanging out in the front bar, we also happened to meet Phantom Planet guitarist, Darren Robinson, who is on tour with Miniature Tigers. I confess! I did not even know who he was. He was funny, he tried to steal a water I bought my brother, and so I randomly started chatting with him like he was any other interesting person in the bar. I can never turn down a convo with someone who catches my attention like that.

Oops. Anyway, he was too gracious–after playing a set and driving nonstop to get to Los Angeles, only to pack up to get to San Francisco that night, I would go insane, not chat nicely with people in the bar. He gave me a Phantom Planet guitar pick he had on him. Sweet. When we all left the bar, the artists all went outside, piled their instruments and all their et cetera in huge vans with U-Hauls attached to them, and went off into the night to play a gig in San Francisco. Somehow, that realism is still not enough to wash away the giddiness that comes with a great night of music.

I still can’t believe it was on a Monday night. Sometimes, very rarely, it is a good thing, being unemployed.

More photos of our night here, including pictures taken with Bishop Allen themselves.: Bishop Allen at the Troubadour – 23 Mar 2009

Oh, How You Tear My Heart Asunder.

16 Feb

Have you ever listened to a song a million times, had it in heavy rotation on your iPod, and remember listening to it in college…

But then, one day, on an off-chance, you hear it randomly, and it not only suits your mood for the moment, but encapsulates your feelings?

You realise 
Cause she’s too nice to you 
And you’re too nice to her 
If you don’t let each other get buried 
Cause you know comes a time 
When love will unwind 
Somebody suffers what’s new, still you 
Do you know that it’s over 
Love can damage your health
 

Ah, Télépopmusik, that French electronica group from way back when. How you tear my heart asunder and make it ache so.

While We Are On The Subject Of Frenchmen…

14 Jan

While we are already on the subject of Frenchmen, let me further divulge–there was another.

He was a record exec with Universal. I fell in love with him (for a few weeks), almost entirely because during one of our earlier meetings, someone at a party we were at set their iPod to play “They Say It’s Wonderful” by Johnny Hartman with accompaniment by John Coltrane, for us from a boomingly loud but absolutely fantastic sound system–hanging out with record execs, go figure–while everyone else at this party discreetly and conveniently evacuated the premises to “go outside to have some cigarettes”.

When I was afforded a chance, I snuck over to the iPod to get a peek at the artist and album. I’m very glad I did so. It was worth the throwaway whirlwind romance. 😀 

As it was fairly obvious to us both soon thereafter that it was not “meant to be”, the Frenchman and I evacuated each others’ lives. But Johnny Hartman most certainly did not, and neither did this album. It’s timeless.

Have a listen.

Alhough to this day, there is one teensy part of me that remembers Matthieu & the heart palpitations felt on that old, beat-up leather couch in Hollywood when I hear this song. And it will always….at least until I fall in love with another to this song. 😉

The Bonus Factor in AC Newman.

8 Jan

AC Newman will be at The Troubadour on 26 Feb, a show I have tickets to. I meant to see only Dent May, originally, but after listening to this track, wow, I’m really looking forward to the whole night.

Where The Bluebird Sings To The Lemonade Springs.

26 Dec

Random Swedish guys playing/singing “The Big Rock Candy Mountain“. I love it! They’re actually better than most of the Americans singing this same song on YouTube.

Well It’s Been A Long Time, Long Time Now / Since I’ve Seen You Smile

19 Dec

Anyone who knows anything about anything knows that La Blogotheque is pretty much badass when it comes to being first (or near first) on the indie music radar. Par example, Eileen recently wrote a great La Blogotheque post about Vampire Weekend.

So its no surprise to see that they first captured Beirut in a Takeaway Show back in September 2007.

Totally beautiful.  An aimless wandering of Parisien streets with the round-cornered townhouses so signature of a Takeaway Show that simultaneously reminds you of  the gorgeous street scenes of Paris.