tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39042069451883344752024-03-21T04:09:56.108-07:00No Credentialsworthless views on popular culture, politics, and, possibly, pornography.Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-91390951262524321402013-12-29T13:33:00.000-08:002013-12-29T13:33:30.473-08:00America, Here Are Your Resolutions for 2014.<br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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Refrain from talking about, writing
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Do what you can to encourage the
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Refrain from talking about, writing
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Stop using your mythological
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Educate yourself on politics,
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Drink more wine.</div>
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Question any politician, media
personality, or spin doctor who claims that taxes are the way they
are because school teachers (or the police, fire departments, civil
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Stop being a zombie consumer. You
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Stop celebrating mediocrity.
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Read a book (but never one written by a
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Enjoy a cocktail after work (our
parents and grandparents were really onto something concerning this
little vice). <br /><br />Refuse to make snap judgments – explore all
sides before you make a decision , no matter how difficult that might
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Stop and think (really hard) before you
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Never, ever, support anyone or anything
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Never, ever, support anyone or anything
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At least one day a month, put your
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Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-23203408550944894922013-07-17T11:39:00.000-07:002013-07-17T17:46:56.734-07:00He's Hot, He's Sexy, and He's an Alleged Terrorist!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">K</span>nee jerk reactions are nothing new. Humanity constantly jumps to conclusions without seeking out facts, or weighing opinions. These days, with the internet and Facebook subbing for the public soap box, anyone can react in record time to anything and let the whole world know their opinion.<br />
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<i><b>Rolling Stone Magazine</b></i>'s next issue will feature a cover story on Boston Marathon bombing suspect, <b>Jahar Tsarnaev</b>. The issue is already causing a firestorm of controversy with folks posting on Twitter and Facebook their outrage. Some claim that the photo and story glamorizes Tsarnaev and terrorism ( <i>a story I am sure they have not even read </i>). Furthermore, if one took the time to peruse the article's title and subtitle, "<i>The Bomber. How a Popular, Promising Student Was Failed by His Family, Fell Into Radical Islam and Became a Monster</i>", one might understand that that no one is glamorizing Tsarnaev or terrorism ; more than likely, the author will be giving the public the facts on what made an average young man morph into someone who would be drawn to such things as public bombings.<br />
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Facts. Both sides of the story. It's called journalism.<br />
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Of course, we can't give R.S. a total free pass on this - the suspect is a good looking kid, and America has always been fascinated by handsome people who turn to a life of crime. Ultimately, the editors probably decided to run this picture because they knew it would provoke and send sales through the roof.<br />
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If it bleeds, it leads. And it also helps if it's photogenic. <br />
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Then again, there is also the fact that many people today fail to recall when Rolling Stone was something more than just a glossy PR rag that featured any one hit wonder on the cover. There was a time, long ago, when RS was part of what was known as "the alternative or underground press". And, while music was its bread and butter; politics, crime and various other subjects were covered within the pages (to be fair, RS still manages an occasional journalistic masterpiece - for instance, there was the piece on <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/the-runaway-general-20100622" target="_blank"><b>General Stanley McChrystal</b></a> who lost his job after he was profiled for RS where he mocked Vice President <b>Joe Biden</b>, amongst others). <br />
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But let's get back to that cover. <br />
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Many don't seem to understand what this picture is doing on the cover of a magazine they consider nothing more than a music periodical. <br />
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Obviously, they've never seen this issue of Rolling Stone:<br />
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Why didn't the editors put <b>Sharon Tate</b>'s picture on the cover, or any of the other victims of <b>Manson</b> and his followers? <br />
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And then there was the time that <b>Patty Hearst</b> was portrayed as a bastardized <b>Andrew Wyeth</b> model.<br />
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Or how about the<b> Roman Polanski </b>cover - about the famous director's escape from the U.S. on child molestation charges? <br />
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So you see, it's nothing new. In fact many magazines feature criminals and despots on their covers - and those issues, usually become bestsellers. Does it mean that the writer and the editors are sympathizing with the bad guys? Usually not, but it does move units. <br />
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So, before you get on your high horse over the latest issue of Rolling Stone (the one you have not even read yet). Take a deep breath and ask yourself exactly what you are getting so wound up over. Then ask yourself , what would you have done if you landed an interview with one of the most hated men in America? Whose picture would you have used to play up that article? <br />
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Oh and don't worry America, I am sure that the follow up issue of Rolling Stone will feature a cover story about <b>Justin Bieber</b>; and you can get back to ignoring the publication ...like you did before. <br />
<br />Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-34378282675985564702013-06-27T09:11:00.001-07:002023-06-01T14:57:39.457-07:00The Legend of the Stonewall Riots<br />
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<i><b>This is a little something I first posted on my original blog back in 2004, and I think it's time to dust it off and bring it back out again - a history lesson that features the death of a show business legend, a mafia-run bar in New York City, and a flash point in history.</b></i><br />
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<span face="Verdana,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Of course, as with every good legend, there are many variations as to what actually did occur. Several good books have been written on the subject ( <a href="http://us.penguingroup.com/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,0_0452272068,00.html">Martin Duberman’s being one of the best</a>), and it is said that every gay man of a certain age in New York claims to have been at the Stonewall the night all hell broke loose.<br /><br />The truth about the riots; Who knows? What is known is that The Stonewall Riots were a turning point in gay history, and while younger gay people today probably have little or no idea why the Gay Pride Parades are always held in late June, it would be a shame to forget this colorful little piece of history that occurred a few months before the Woodstock Festival.<br /><br />So this year on June 27th, raise a toast to those tough customers that fought back, another to the late Dave Van Ronk for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and one more to the memory of a famous lady who died too soon and whose death was quite possibly the convoluted catalyst for change. </b></span></span><br />
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<br />Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-16526097399826026832013-06-20T13:28:00.000-07:002013-06-20T13:31:01.720-07:00Tony Soprano and IThe first episode of <i><b>The Sopranos</b></i> that I ever saw was the first episode of the series. <br />
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An Italian/American, balding, husky fellow sits in the waiting room of a therapist. He fidgets, he fusses, he examines a statue of a nude in the waiting room and, eventually, is called in to the doctor's office where, for the next five years, he'd lay his psyche bare and talk about his dysfunctional childhood, his relationship with his mother, his job, and his love life.<br />
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He's an odd guy this balding husky fellow. Prone to fits of rage, but also sentimental enough that a flock of ducks wading in his backyard's swimming pool fills him with joy. <br />
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He suffers from debilitating panic attacks, but has been know to also strangle a man to death with his bare hands.<br />
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He is devoted to his wife and children, but he does not think twice about having sex with any woman who gives him the eye.<br />
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He chokes up over seemingly inconsequential things, but seems unmoved by the amount of cold blooded acts he and his compatriots have engaged in.<br />
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While I personally, have never killed anyone, nor have I ever belonged to the Cosa Nostra, I always related to Tony Soprano. <br />
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I have a strained and somewhat dysfunctional relationship with my mother. <br />
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I have, in the past, had moments of red, hot, blind rage.<br />
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I suffer from panic attacks.<br />
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I am an Italian/American balding, husky fellow.<br />
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I am known to be sentimental to a fault - and can tear up over the most ridiculous things.<br />
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I love my family, and I love my significant other - but I often wonder how things might have turned out, had I traveled another route.<br />
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Like most of America, I was hypnotized by this character and his story - sure, it was the story of a Mafia family, but more than that, it was the stuff of Greek Tragedy.<br />
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The man who breathed life into this character, this Tony Soprano, one, <b>James Gandolfini,</b> managed to create a three dimensional man: a monster, a father, and a complex human being. It would have been so much easier had he just turned him into a stereotype - but he chose something more realistic. <br />
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Nobody is black and white, none of us. We are all shades of gray. <br />
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I met James <span class="userContent">Gandolfini</span> twice. The first time was in the summer of 2001. His show was just starting to catch fire, and he had agreed to appear at the office of a college roommate of his, a chiropractor in Moorestown, New Jersey. He drove him self to this appearance, and a handful of fans were there. I had my picture taken with him, and babbled on about how much I loved his performance on The Sopranos. He looked me square in the eye and said, "Hey, you're a nice guy, thanks for the kind words". And then he signed an autograph, and posed for a picture with me. I remember that his hands were much bigger than mine, and that his voice was much less intimidating that Tony Soprano's.<br />
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In 2010, I met him again. This time I was at the World Premiere of HBO's <i><b>Boardwalk Empire</b></i>. It was the after party, and we were all in the court yard of the 30 Rock center. A lot of celebrities were there, and the entire cast of The Soprano's was there as well. James was walking up to complete strangers and taking pictures of them and shaking hands. I saw him, and figured, <i>what did I have to lose</i>? So I went up to him and before I could do or say anything, he put his arm around me, and slapped me on the back,and said, <i>"Hey, pal, how are ya'?"</i> and then he moved on. Once again, he did not sound at all like Tony Soprano. If anything, he just reminded me of a cousin or uncle one might bump into a party or a wedding. I noticed that night, that he was taller than me, and how much of a "bear" he really was.<br />
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Last night, I discovered that James Gandolfini had died. For some strange reason, I have not felt this saddened by a celebrity's death since<b> John Lennon</b>'s passing. <br />
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My interactions with him in real-life were fleeting moments, I did not know him, I never spent any real time with him...and yet...I am heartbroken, saddened, deflated. <br />
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For some reason, the voice of <b>Nancy Marchand</b> as Livia Soprano (who played his mother in the series) rings true..."<i>in the end you die in your own arms."</i><br />
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RIP, Mr. Gandolfini - and thanks for everything. <i> <br /></i><br />
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Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-3867927416622605602013-06-03T16:14:00.001-07:002013-06-03T16:15:02.346-07:00It Was the Third of June...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>t was during the so called, Summer of Love, 1967; August of that year to be
precise, when a singer/songwriter from Chickasaw County, Mississippi knocked the
Beatles, “<i>All You Need Is Love</i>” out of the number one spot with a moody
little tune about a poor southern family dealing with the apparent
suicide of a troubled young man.
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The moody little tune entitled, “<i>Ode to Billie Joe</i>” was recorded by a
former UCLA philosophy major named<b> Roberta Streeter </b>who would perform
under the name of. <b>Bobbie Gentry</b>.
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Gentry’s silky, smoky voice coupled with the song’s somewhat vague
and disturbing lyrics served to create a Delta Goth Ballad, the likes of
which have never been heard again.
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Rumors abound about the actual meaning of the song (so what did
Billie Joe and the unnamed narrator of the song throw off that bridge the
first time – an aborted fetus? A body?). An even more intriguing
rumor states that the original version of “Ode…” is more than seven
minutes long and that it spells out much more of the mystery.
Apparently, Gentry has denied that rumor.
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In the 70’s, “Ode to Billie Joe” was turned in to a dreadful film
that, among other things, attributed Billie Joe’s suicide to his having
had sex with a man … to make matters worse, it turned out, he never
actually had sex with a man, he was drunk and assumed he did … go
figure.
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Bad movie notwithstanding, “Ode to Billie Joe” stands on its own as
one of the best tunes ever written. And every June 3rd, I think of it,
and am haunted by it.
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<b>It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
<br />I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
<br />And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
<br />And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
<br />And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge"
<br />"Today Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
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<br />And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
<br />"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
<br />"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
<br />And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
<br />Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
<br />And now Billie Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
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<br />And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe
<br />Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
<br />And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
<br />"I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right"
<br />"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge"
<br />"And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
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<br />And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?"
<br />"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
<br />"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
<br />"Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
<br />"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
<br />"And she and Billie Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
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<br />A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billie Joe
<br />And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
<br />There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
<br />And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything
<br />And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
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<br />And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge</b><br />
<br />Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-20803993623217406982013-05-27T13:14:00.001-07:002013-05-27T13:14:49.636-07:00Behind the Candelabra - a few thoughts on f***king Liberace. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeX-CPrGNxxiOtLL6o7ljmITCNwzoJWVXYspeEa8EpwUQVcuQ01CzyFlAEkJu1lmp6WgX44qnzTcT5DDZuwFK4eorZWJgejskkHi8ctBVw4BMnKXmbk9kRdA6mDPZHQebjfiY_ImfxuwC/s1600/behind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeX-CPrGNxxiOtLL6o7ljmITCNwzoJWVXYspeEa8EpwUQVcuQ01CzyFlAEkJu1lmp6WgX44qnzTcT5DDZuwFK4eorZWJgejskkHi8ctBVw4BMnKXmbk9kRdA6mDPZHQebjfiY_ImfxuwC/s200/behind.jpg" width="135" /></a><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>teven Soderbergh</b>'s biopic of the late<b> Liberace</b>, <i><b>Behind the Candelabra</b></i>, premiered last night on HBO, and for the one hundred and some odd minutes it played, I could not turn my eyes away.<br />
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Based on the book of the same name by <b>Liberace</b>'s ex partner, <b>Scott Thorson</b>, the film tackles the tale of a show-business legend who becomes infatuated with a young man, takes him in, gives him clothing, jewels, a house, and a fleet of cars to show his affections. And for awhile it's a wonderful life for both of them - each man supplying what the other needs. But then, when Liberace insists that his partner undergo facial plastic surgery so that he will look like a younger version of himself...one understands that this was probably one hell of a dysfunctional relationship (to say the least).<br />
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<b>Matt Damon</b> plays Thorson, and he's nothing short of brilliant. Physically, Damon appears at first like some sort of late 70's disco angel - all feathered blond hair, delicate features and designer jeans...but as the story continues one watches his physical (as well as mental) metamorphosis into a drug addicted (thanks in part to Liberace's insistence that he loose weight by seeing a quack doctor who prescribes a boatload of pills --- <i>said quack doctor played to the hilt by a barely recognizable <b>Rob Lowe</b></i>), reconstructed <i>object</i> that his mentor, eventually looses interest in. <br />
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<br /><br /><b>Michael Douglas</b>' take on the legendary and outrageous performer is actually quite good - in lesser hands, this might have teetered off into high camp, but somehow, Douglas manages to keep the parody at bay, and creates a rather grounded version of someone who often came off like a cartoon character. That said, Douglas also shows us the darker side to "Lee" (as his friends called him). A man who saw what he wanted and took it any way he could. Behind that prancing, fey, dandy awash in capes and glitter, lay a brilliant entertainer, businessman, and predator. <br />
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Though she only appears briefly, <b>Debbie Reynolds</b> is marvelous as Lee's mother, Frances. I think this might be the only time I've seen Reynolds in <i>anything</i>, and not known it was her right off the bat. <br />
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But more than anything this is Damon's film, and Thorson's story. The actor fleshes out a character that could easily have been seen as an opportunist and a hustler (and who knows, in reality, he may well have been), and infuses him with a heart and soul. Are his actions pure? Hardly, but it's tough to fault the Scott Thorson we see in this film for anything other than allowing himself to be seduced by a man who offered him more than he could imagine in his wildest dreams. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">N</span>o one but Scott Thorson really knows what went on in that gilded cage - that said, hitching your wagon to a closet case in the public eye is not the sort of job that makes for a happy ending, and being a star fucker of any sort, probably leaves a lot to be desired. So if your job was fucking Liberace, one can only imagine the real hell that might have caused. <br /><br />For the record, in the real world:<br /><br />* Liberace died of AIDS in 1987<br />
* In 1989 Scott Thorson testified against <b>Eddie Nash</b> concerning the infamous "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonderland_murders" target="_blank"><b>Wonderland Murders</b></a>". <br />
* After his testimony, Thorson entered the witness protection program.<br />
* Some time in 1990 he was shot five times in a drug deal that went bad, but managed to survive.<br />
* In 2012 it was reported that Thorson was diagnosed with stage II colon cancer. He had allegedly made public pleas via the internet to help fund his medical treatments.<br />
* As of the date of this posting, Scott Thorson is in prison charged with burglary and identity theft. <br /><br />
So much for happy endings. <br />
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<br />Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-50974677686002843452013-05-21T15:21:00.000-07:002013-05-22T17:11:14.150-07:00We Are All Born Lucky - the only cd you'll need this summer! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>inger songwriter, <b>Jay Spears</b> has long been a favorite of mine. Unfortunately, to the general populace, he is not exactly a household name, and that's a shame, because Spears is a witty fellow whose music is infectious, outrageous, and (quite often) heartfelt. <br />
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Having recently survived a major health situation, Spears has bounced back full of optimism and sass, and delivered his latest creation for our listening pleasure, <i><b>We Are All Born Lucky</b></i> ; a sunny, LA-centric collection of songs that tackle topics ranging from earthquakes to politics. But don't let that put you off, Spears is such a genius, that he can take even the darkest, or most controversial subject and make it musically palatable. <br />
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Backed by a terrific group of musicians and background vocalists, <i><b>We Are All Born Lucky</b></i> is sometimes like a musical poke at the funny bone that mocks religion ( <i><b>Guy In the Sky</b></i>) vegans (<i><b>Meat</b></i>) and even driving the infamous highways and freeways of LA (<i><b>Drive Time</b></i>) . But just when you think you might have Spears <i>musical modus operandi</i> nailed down, he presents a loving homage to his home town (<i><b>City of Angels</b></i>) . <br />
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By the time we make it to the title song of the CD, (<i><b>W</b><b>e Are All Born Lucky</b></i>)...well, if you're not smiling, singing along, tapping your feet and agreeing with the lyrics, you might be dead. This is the point where Spears acknowledges his recent cancer battle and turns that horror upside down and inside out, and then reminds the listener that, no matter what his or her current circumstances, he or she is damn lucky just to be alive. <br />
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One of my favorite songs on this CD is <i><b>Sleep With Me </b></i>a <span class="st">Beatlesque charmer about crawling into the sack with a lover and sailing off for the land of nod...just gorgeous, this one, with it's allusions to nautical mythology - a perfect lullaby for a troubled world. <br /><br />And then, when you think that things are over, stay tuned as a wonderful surprise is waiting - a mystery track awaits; A rerecording of Spears' gorgeous </span><b><span class="st"><i>Bougainvillea Waltz </i></span></b><span class="st">(originally found on the <i><b>Playing On My Team</b></i> album) , but </span><span class="st">this time, vocalist <b>Jeff McCarthy </b>gives the song a rather <b>Robert Goulet </b>feel with his somewhat </span><i>Hoher Bass</i> voice. <br />
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In a nutshell, <i><b>We Are All Born Lucky</b></i> is probably the only album you'll need this summer, no matter if you are cruising the 101 in Hollywood California, or Route 295 in Mount Holly, New Jersey - this one will get you where you are going during the summer of 2013.<br />
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<span class="st">To get your copy of <i><b>We Are All Born Lucky,</b></i> or Jay's previous works (and you MUST see his videos) just <a href="http://www.jayspears.com/" target="_blank">CLICK HERE.</a></span><br />
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<br />Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-14730532782084617662013-05-19T12:46:00.000-07:002013-05-19T12:46:36.259-07:00 Purgatorium - a few words on an independent thriller that delivers! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">D</span>irector, <b>Travis B. Miller</b>'s <i><b>Purgatorium, </b></i>is a throwback thriller, and the kind of movie that stays with you long after the final credits fade to black. Who knew that one of the more effective bits of cinematic supernatural story telling would come by way of a director and company of actors out of Oklahoma? <br />
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Shot on a shoe-string budget, featuring a cast of unknowns, <i><b>Purgatorium</b></i> defies the odds and delivers the sort of compelling, suspenseful and terrifying movie experience that most mainstream horror/suspense films (<i>these days at least</i>), rarely achieve. Forgoing gore, explosions, hyper-kinetic camera work, and sophomoric storytelling, Miller delivers a slow paced, technically brilliant experience that not only brings hints of <b>Hitchcock</b> and <b>David Lynch, </b>to the table,<b> </b>but also seems to be paying homage to the Technicolor palate of <b>Douglas Sirk</b> (yes, the film<i> looks </i>gorgeous with all of its over-saturated colors). <br />
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But make no mistake, first and foremost, <i><b>Purgatorium </b></i>is a suspense movie; a group of strangers (circa sometime in the early 60's) find themselves in a house with apparently no way to get out. Furthermore it seems that these five characters in search of an exit, can't seem to recall how they got into this situation , yet most of them can remember certain moments from their recent past. The trick, is to unlock the mystery of where, and more importantly, <i>why </i>they are here, and that's when the fun begins with a complex maze of back stories, clues, and dark secrets that...well, yeah, I guess you'll have to see it to find out what happens.<br />
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While some of the dialogue is a bit heavy-handed, and some of the acting a little wooden at times, for the most part, the cast delivers. Of particular note is the leading actress who plays Abby (<b>Libby Chancellor</b>). Ms. Chancellor's haunting portrayal of a woman running away from something (<i>but what</i>?) , is spot on (for whatever reason, she really put me in mind of the character <b>Elisabeth Moss</b> plays on <i><b>Mad Men</b></i> ; someone who appears vulnerable, but is actually filled with an inner strength that, when needed, can be called upon).<br />
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With it's <i><b>Twilight Zone</b></i> / retro vibe, <i><b>Purgatorium</b></i> might seem conventional to some, and that's understandable, yet, when mainstream suspense and horror films are all bombast with no heart, it's very refreshing to stumble upon something so familiar, yet so surprisingly original. <br /><br />
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If you are interested in getting your hands on a copy of this one, or if you'd like to contribute to the Kickstarter Campaign that will assist in getting <i><b>Purgatorium</b></i> a wide release as well as a shot at Sundance follow <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/952366831/purgatorium" target="_blank">THIS LINK</a>. Or you can always message Travis Miller on Facebook and he'll be happy to sell you a copy (that's how I got to see it). <br /><br /></div>
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<br />Pax Romanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00951019083510283683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904206945188334475.post-84255235153813846312013-05-18T11:59:00.001-07:002013-05-18T12:29:14.983-07:00Coming Soon<span style="font-size: x-large;">I <span style="font-size: small;">started blogging back in May of 2004. My first online venture was <i><b>Pax Romano's Ramblings</b></i>, a humble site that ended up becoming my passion. In the first few years of that blog, I rarely missed a day to post something, anything, that was crossing my mind. Initially, I used my blog as a way to let off steam concerning the state of political affairs during the Bush II era. I was angry...but I soon discovered that political rants are best left to those who enjoy getting into pissing matches with others. Oh sure, I continued with the occasional piece about politics, but more and more, I found myself posting observational stuff, sometimes poignant , sometimes off the cuff, but always something that was based on events in my life. Over time I started adding movie reviews and music reviews. I realized I was no </span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Sarris" target="_blank">Andrew Sarris</a> </b>or<a href="http://www.robertchristgau.com/" target="_blank"> </a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"> </a></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.robertchristgau.com/" target="_blank">Robert Christgau</a>, </b>but what the heck, no one was paying me for my opinions. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> As if I wasn't busy enough with my first blog, a handful of others were born, some dreadful, others not so bad (if I say so myself). The blog that got me a tad of notoriety was my horror blog, <i><b>Billy Loves Stu, </b></i>which I hoped would be a unique thing as it was supposed to be a gay man's view on suspense/sci-fi and horror films. And indeed, it was great fun, for a bit. But then something happened... actually two things:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Thing Number One:</b> Facebook</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Thing Number Two: </b>The Great Horror Blog Explosion of 2006/2007.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Between <b>Mark Zuckerburg</b>'s baby, and the glut of horror blogs, I eventually found myself loosing interest in what I was doing (Not only on <i><b>BLS</b></i>, but also on my main blog). Eventually, l<i>ike homeowners who can't afford the mortgages on their houses</i>, I walked away .<br /> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But lately, I have been feeling the urge to dive back in with my opinions, thoughts and rants, and not just with a blurb ... so, well, it looks like<i> it's blogging time again, kids. </i>Will anyone read what I write, will anyone care? That remains to be seen.</span></span><br /> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the thing is, I'd love to invite any of you to contribute to this blog. You want to review a movie? Have at it! Did you see something on TV that was so damn dreadful you want to rant about it? Here's your chance! Got a political bug biting your arse? Scratch it off here! <br /><br />And remember, the name of the blog is <i><b>No Credentials</b></i>...that means YOU can speak out on anything even if you have never discussed the topic before in your life, consider it a learning experience. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">S<span style="font-size: small;">o, s</span></span>tay tuned. I have a review coming for the film,<i> <b>Purgatorium</b> </i>, as well as a couple of book reviews, and some music recommendations. </span></span><br />
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