Wednesday, August 20, 2014


This movie had a kind of unique effect.  Eric Rohmer's films are famously slow and short on plot.  AKA "arthouse favorites." And this one was about an awkward and at times not very likeable young man and his self-inflicted romantic foibles.  At one point I even hoped that he might fall into a well or a sinkhole, to make the movie shorter.  

But the funny thing about A Summer's Tale is how it resonates (for me, anyway) days after.  I don't remember the people as much as the weather, the setting, the beaches and the plain, patient way the human plot was filmed.   Maybe the lesson is that we waste time calculating and not being present.    Or to quote Jimmie Dale Gilmore, the story was the wave, not the water.  And the moments of warmth and kindness in the movie stand out.

And what's cooler than a one-off showing of a slow arthouse flick on a Sunday afternoon in August?

Robert Ebert reviews.

Saturday, August 16, 2014


We are approaching the one-year anniversary of our transition from Eugene to Kansas City.  In a week we close on a house in Troostwood where we've already met some great folks.  It isn't exactly move-in ready but it will be home, with plenty of work to do.

There's a lot to say--but first, baseball:

I've already posted and deleted a standard Royals meltdown this summer.  I post and delete at least one hysterical Royals meltdown per summer.  Now we are in the midst of a historic run.  KC manager Ned Yost's mentor, the Hall of Famer Bobby Cox, has promised to come to a playoff game.  Thursday afternoon, Nori Aoki cleared the bases with a clutch go-ahead triple.  Last night it was Josh Willingham with a bases-loaded double.  Fans are eager to see who it will be tonight.  It's just one of those magic times, and it will end eventually.

What I really hope will end is the tormented fan base (including me) treating every win and loss like a football win or a football loss, weighted with too much importance and drama.  30 years of cruddy baseball have damaged the collective psyche.  It will take a few years of a consistent winning culture and winning record to restore any kind of adult capacity to understand ups and downs over the course of 162 games.  

The hostility and crude sarcasm is really pretty weird.  In part, sports radio and the internet is to blame, because there wouldn't be sports radio if people didn't abandon their capacity to tell the difference between normal ups and downs and, say, King Lear.  Sports radio encourages that.  Listen at your peril.  It can take the fun out of success and make failure feel permanent.

I've written one song since I got back.  SquidsKC took a shot at learning it the other night, upstairs at MiniBar where we have been practicing.  It will come along.  I wrote it when Lou Reed died.  That should be pretty obvious. 


I also have to follow through on mixing and releasing the second Golden Motors record.  That really got back-burnered, but it will see the light of day too.

I love the weather here.  Heat, humidity, snow, bitter cold, and everything in between, full cycle over the course of 12 months.  I can't explain why I feel happier when it is hot and humid.  Maybe it reminds me of times I was not in school and there were little league games to play.  I just feel good when I know the tomatoes in our parking lot plot are sweating and ripening and getting all juicy.  And all I can say to those who live in the Northwest and battle depression during the winter: try living somewhere else.  It's great.  I miss my friends in Eugene and the music scene but not the insular propaganda required to convince everyone that it's a great place to live.  It's a great place to live if you feel that way about it.   

Thursday, August 7, 2014


I tried to type the word "awesome" on Facebook the other night and it kept autocorrecting to "Joe Pettit". Joe's band has a slab of vinyl coming out, maybe that's why. I've heard it, it's cool psychedelic prog/metal.