I'd rather be the pauper of Scranton than the King of Wilkes-Barre
Slots are on there way to your local Pennsylvania community. Thanks Governor Ed Rendell.
please place your $ in slot.
collect the $ in the form of a nice enjoyable tax refund.
Gambling as a taxation on the poor.
Sin tax just another regressive tax
My first trip to Buffalo.
My first NFL football game.
My first taste of Bubble Tea (banana).
My first time having my spaghetti “parm’d”.
A good time was had by all.
I really miss Gene Wilder, not that he’s dead or anything.
He was a really funny guy. He hasn’t done a movie 15 years.
I mean really. I have no real affinity towards Willie Wonka (new or old) and the remake hasnt sparked my interest, but I thought i might re-spark his career.
I watched The Producers last night for the first time – quite a funny movie. He was hilarious. I started rolling back through the abyss of my favorite Wilder movies: Silver Streak, See No Evil, Here No Evil, Stir Crazy, The Frisco Kid… but nothing topped him with Mel Brooks: Blazing Saddles, The Producers, and Young Frankenstein.
Seriously what happened? Where are you, Gene?
Tell Mel Brooks to get back to directing… he hasen’t done anythnig since:
“some people like to rock, some people like to roll”
i didn’t know ringo starr directed this, therefore i accept the blame in being excited about renting this. well i’ll start off by saying this movie really demystifies [tag]marc bolan[/tag] and [tag]t. rex[/tag] – big mistake. they’re are not half as interesting as i expected.
the average age of fan at t.rex concert in 1972: twelve.
marc bolan is no more appealing than arlo guthrie in alice’s restaurant. not even his mad hatter hat is slightly humouros – just strange.
basically the “born to boogie” portion of the dvd is bullshit.
songlist: children of the revolution (w/ ringo and elton john): elton slamming ivorys with marc bolan’s head sticking out of the piano
spaceball ricochet (solo acoustic)(man this song is terrible)
Telegram Sam
Cosmic Dancer (solo acoustic) put me to sleep
man in a bear suit, 3 nuns, violinists on a picnic becomes a half-decent version of Jeepster… rolls into Bang A Gong
pre-opener: Be Careful Little Hands – sounds like a softer Interpol, obviously not as good, not bad though.
opener: [tag]Feathers[/tag] – vermont folk waste of time. 7 member band with 20+ instruments providing sitar squeals and drum banging. Really, really not good.
Songs about killing white horses, and a mythical Canadian buffalo. Avoid if possible.
[tag](SMOG)[/tag]
Opened with 4 new songs off of A River Ain’t Too Much To Love and followed suit with acoustified (i mean relatively) versions of some popular tracks. [tag]Bill Callahan[/tag] looked his stoic self with some stepping out dance moves, waddles, squats, and over strained Elvis facial impersentations. All in all a good time. I will say that it was a bit disappointing hearing some songs simplified. I actually wished they played two more songs off ARATM, namely “The Well” & “Running The Loping”. I don’t know who the drummer is but he was tight as hell. Bill Gates played guitar as well.
Say Valley Maker
I Feel Like The Mother of The World
Rock Bottom Riser
Let Me See The Colts
In The Pines
Cold Discovery
Dress Sexy At My Funeral
Justice Aversion
Vessel In Vain
Let’s Move To The Country
Cold Blooded Old Times (ending with Feathers joining on stage for a cacophonic nightmare)