A review of Nine Inch Nails' "Not The Actual Events"

Trent Reznor seems to have decided that 2017 will be one of his active years. Along with definitive reissues of all of Nine Inch Nails' core releases on vinyl and high resolution audio, he has promised "two new, major works" from Nine Inch Nails. Then there's his and Atticus Ross' score for Peter Berg's Patriots Day (official release in a few weeks), the upcoming Ken Burns doc about the Vietnam War (due in Q3), and who the hell knows what else. But, before all this, Reznor started things off by fulfilling his promise from last year by releasing new Nine Inch Nails music in 2016, namely, Not The Actual Events, a 21-minute, 5-track EP.

Reznor says the story and concept for NTAE originated from a few years' worth of musical experiments and the idea of directly referencing back to a track of his from the mid-90's. He says it's impenetrable and unfriendly. He says it should be played loud. Some of the lyrics here feel like automatic writing, stream of consciousness. Reznor's voice is affected on some tracks, nearly unintelligible on others, and, on the opener "Branches/Bones", half of the song's lyrics aren't sung. Maybe we're supposed to...feel them...? Also, the fourth track, "The Idea of You", sounds a bit like electronic Metallica.

It's dense and it's brutal, but I can't tell if the fucking thing is good. I haven't stopped listening to it since it came out, but that means nothing; I'm a Nine Inch Nails fan and that's my function. I can say that I actively enjoy "Branches/Bones" and that, when the chorus of "Burning Bright" kicks in, I feel something explode inside of myself. But that's me. Not The Actual Events is on all streaming services as well as vinyl and some other mysterious format Reznor is teasing people with, so give it a listen and decide for yourself.

A side note: One of the most intriguing aspects of the EP (for me) is its artwork, which is identical to that of NIN's 2002 release, Still.

Still was a 9-track collection of acoustic interpretations of earlier works and leftover tracks from the Fragile sessions and it sounds absolutely fuckall like this new EP. Which begs the question: is NTAE to whatever's to come from Nine Inch Nails next year as Still was to The Fragile? Are we getting a new double album? Are the tracks on NTAE alternate versions? Also: who killed John F. Kennedy? Why is Hitler? Are 23 and 42 related?
In 2017, we shall find our answers.

A review of Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross' "Patriots Day" score

Note: This is a review of the "For Your Consideration" edit of the Patriots Day score. What this means is that this is not the final version of the score as is set to be released commercially in January 2017. Certain tracks are merely different edits of other, longer tracks, some with different mixing, instrumentation, and arrangements. As that is the case, this is less of a formal review and more of a "first impressions" write up.

While different from their previous score work, this is still clearly Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross. On their next score, I'd really enjoy hearing them take more risks, getting out of their current workspace. Maybe it's them, maybe it's Peter Berg, the film's director, maybe it's the inherent lack of innovation in Hollywood stifling their artistic inclinations, but these two are much more adventurous than this.

Of their five scores thus far, Patriots Day feels the most like an Oscar Movie Soundtrack*. A really stand out, interesting Oscar Movie Soundtrack, but still well within the constraints of the system.

"Couples & Brothers"

Warm watery background with soft ascending and descending piano over it.

This is an R&R score.

Close to "Juno", but less spacey.

Maybe didn't need to be 7 minutes.

The ending gets uneasy.

"Donuts & Legs"

Delicate with a rough buzz in the background. Lower notes reminiscent of bass from "La Mer"/"Into The Void". This is a shade of "Obama & Coffee".

"Fornicator"

Little pops and clicks under a rising throb of menace. Like a dark, electronic open wound

":26"

Unsettling and cavernous. Wave cut short.

"Arrival"

Dissonance and tension. Very uncomfortable track.

Wrong notes. Staticky steam towards the end.

"Dread"

This makes me want these two to score the new Aliens movie so hard. A distant alarm tone pings while walls of noise rise and fall. Huge sound.

+"Bombs"

A longer, more fleshed out version of "Dread". Some deep synths and distortion around the edges. 

"FBI"

Two notes repeating before a subterranean pattern emerges to darken things up.

"Black Falcon"

Subtle intensity, low key chase music.

+"Hospital & Whole Milk"

Has remnants of "Dread"/"Bombs". Those somehow panicky alarm tones bouncing off the walls. Some very "Juno" moments about halfway through.

#"Vigil"

Another permutation of "Obama and Coffee". Clearer and more defined. This and its ilk are my favorites thus far.

+"Tommy Breaks Down"

Yet another, more stripped down version of "Bombs". The deep synth and alarm motifs are the focus here until things deteriorate and splinter towards the end.

@"Left of Boom"

Manipulation of "FBI", those two notes.

Find my attention wandering…

#"Obama & Coffee"

This Reznor & Ross is my favorite kind. It might be a formula, but it's a great formula. Hope there's a longer, deeper version of this on the final release.

"Roommates"

Very sinister crawl to this. It feels evil...

"Backpack & Brothers to M.I.T."

Nebulous and tense.

"Shoot Seann"

Feedback and reverb, baby, feedback and reverb. I'll say it again: will you guys please do a horror movie/video game? Death Stranding anyone?

"Car Jack"

First few seconds feel like "A Warm Place" before the electronics come in and makes things cold.

"Drive to Watertown"

Those "Juno"-esque vibes again...

"Escape"

The most electronic track thus far.

Like a digital washing machine. Peals of feedback drift around like ghosts. One or two moments actually harken back to NIN's Tetsuo theme.

"Shoot Out"

Sounds a bit like electronic indigestion.

Then more dark and pulsing programming.

"Tamerlan"

Right up there with "Escape" as far as its electronics. Like some diseased heart monitor. 

&"Manhunt"

Permutation of "Car Jack". Deeper, more electronic, more fleshed out.

"They Got The Wife"

Literally, a blast of noise.

^"Interrogation"

Reminiscent of "Perpetual" from Gone Girl thanks to the instrumentation.

Then, shades of "Arrival".

#"Watchlisted"

Features bass line from "Donuts & Legs" with a more compelling, electronic layer on top of it.

"Good Versus Evil"

Absolutely gorgeous. Warm and welcoming after the nervous tension of the rest of this score.

+"The Boat"

Another combination of that scratchy percussion and that alarm noise. Accompanied by the requisite waves of synth.

+"SWAT"

All right, that alarm noise worked once, maybe even twice. But by this point it seems so overused as to be almost ineffective.

"Capture & Fenway"

Finally, something different. Some nice light strings. This goes up there as one of the best tracks here. Feels like "34 Ghosts IV", the live arrangement of "The Day The World Went Away", and How To Destroy Angels' "A Drowning". Loving everything here.

%"Interviews"

Callback to "Couples & Brothers". This should have been the definitive version.

"Main Titles"

One of the only tracks with proper drums. Another perfect example of a rock solid Reznor/Ross joint.

+ Contains elements of "Dread"

# Contains elements of "Donuts & Legs"

% Contains elements of "Couples & Brothers"

@ Contains elements of "FBI"

^ Contains elements of "Arrival"

& Contains elements of "Car Jack"

"Donuts & Legs", "Vigil" and "Obama & Coffee" are all different iterations of one another and they're some of my favorite pieces here, along with "Good Versus Evil", "Capture & Fenway", and the main titles. Other stand outs include "Fornicator", "Escape", and "Tamerlan", mainly for their dark, sludgy electronics.

To reiterate, this is not a 100% accurate representation of the final score, set for release next month, and, going by just how many of these tracks are different versions of one another, I feel like I'm only getting a portion of what's to come. I hope. Because, unless there's some crazy additions to what's on offer here, this is going to be yet another solid yet unsurprising score from Reznor and Ross.

* That's not really meant as a compliment...

End of the Month Music Bitchfest - November 2016

Beck
Well, the new album*, which was slated for 2014, then 2015, then October 21st 2016, then November 2016 is now slated for 2017. Whether that means next year or the next 2017, after 9999 AD when the calendar resets, only Jesus knows for sure. Beck himself is saying that he doesn't know when it's coming out, even though it's been done for a while and members of the press have heard the fucking thing. I feel like this is the downside to working with a label.

The new single from Tapeworm, "Up All Night" sounds like something from a watch commercial or that song about stroke victims.

Nine Inch Nails
While the film isn't out for a few weeks, this score for Patriots Day is already getting predicted to get an Oscar nomination. So, you know, mitigate those expectations.

Here's that review of the Before The Flood score.

They Might Be Giants
Only a month until Dial-A-Song 2017...I think. There's a good chance the Johns took this year to spend time with family and friends. Like assholes.

Other than that, I've been listening to the sound of the Angry Marmalade Pancake Man and his clutch of slimy, worthless minions gearing up to destroy the world over the next eight years or so.
Stay woke.

* Which I'm just going to call Tapeworm

A review of Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross, Gustavo Santaolalla, and Mogwai's "Before The Flood (Music from the Motion Picture)"

Taken out of context of the documentary for which it was created*, the Before The Flood soundtrack contains compelling, original music from Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, Gustavo Santaolalla, and Mogwai, with occasional collaborations between the first three. Reznor and Ross provide their usual electroacoustic depth and breadth of expression while Santaolalla's strings add a decayed pastoral feel, as well as a touch of grandeur and worldliness, and Mogwai...well, Mogwai win the album. 

Just about half the score is outstanding: the hopeful fragility of "And When the Sky Was Opened", "8 Billion", which is as heavy and ominous as its title, perfectly capturing the sense of encroaching population, unchecked growth, and then, the silence as the dust settles, but, in sticking with director Fisher Stevens' mission statement of not making things too grim, still manages to infuse the gloom with a delicate light. The two versions of "Thin Ice" allow the listener to see both the clean, crisp surface as well as the murky, freezing water beneath, both "A Minute to Breathe" and its coda "A Minute Later", and pretty much everything Mogwai has here. These all manage to offset the less-than-stellar moments such as "At Dusk" (a toy piano is like a didgeridoo in that it can't sound like anything but itself), "Trembling", "One More Step", and "One Perfect Moment", which has a bit of a "spa at the end of the world" feel to it. An A-Spa-Calypse, if you will.  


Anyone who's heard any of Reznor and Ross' previous score work (or Nine Inch Nails' Ghosts I-IV; "Disappearing Act" could be "21 Ghosts III"'s monstrous, electro-mutant cousin) and enjoyed it will be satisfied but not stunned. Santaolalla sounds like Santaolalla, Reznor and Ross sound like Reznor and Ross, but Mogwai is the clear winner here**, showing how adaptable they can be by adhering to Reznor and Ross' composition style and choice of instrumentation while, at the same time, evolving that style more so than Reznor and Ross did themselves. It was a bit of a disappointment to not have any joint efforts between the whole team, but too many cooks and all that. Whether or not you watch the film***, if you’re a fan of any of the artists involved with the score, you should give it a listen; it might not be rife with innovation, but there’s a lot of good material here.


* Make sure to do your part as a human being and watch said documentary, by the way. We can't save the earth unless you watch this documentary. You are contributing to the end our of world if you don't watch this documentary.


** I know it's not a contest, but I've just made it one.


*** If you don't, you are a monster and a killer and Hoggish Greedly from Captain Planet and worse than global warming.

End of the Month Music Bitchfest - October 2016

Nine Inch Nails
Review of the new Reznor/Ross/Santaolalla/Mogwai musical furpile is forthcoming, but overall, it's a lot of really solid stuff. Although I was surprised to find that the four tracks composed and performed by Mogwai really took the taco for me. It doesn't sound like them, it sounds like them doing their best Mac Quayle impersonation. But, since they were actually working with Reznor and Ross as opposed to being hired to sound exactly like Reznor and Ross*....it's iight. Pretty convinced that this score is going to earn the team an Emmy, making Reznor only one letter away from his EGOT, and, with Fight Club 2 coming soon to Broadway...well, clock's ticking.
And Reznor has recently been quoted as saying he's working on new Nine Inch Nails now and "when he and Atticus have something excellent, they'll unleash it on the world".
You scummy, promise-breaking villain.


Also, I reviewed the Lazarus Original Cast Recording here, but, if you're too fucking busy, here's the nut's shell: it has the three final tracks from Bowie's final album so shut the absolute fuck up and buy it for that reason. A CD is, what, let's say twenty dollars in this pre-post-apocalyptic society, so that's just under seven dollars per new Bowie song.
You can afford it, Joey Gotrocks.

And, if you've been following Gorillaz on instagram, you will have recently learned two exciting things:

1. This is what Murdoc's tadger looks like...

2. Gorillaz are back.

I am. So. Fucking. Lit......for August of 2017, when that album is going to drop. Albarn. You twat.

Hush now.

* Seriously, I don't blame Mac Quayle**; I blame the show creators who tried to get Reznor and Ross and got turned down and then had to turn to a musical soundalike. I think Quayle's original original stuff is really great, and his ability to ape Reznor's composing style is spooky. Check out the first season of Mr. Robot, if thou doubtest me.

** If I ever make an album, I can assure you it's going to sound like shitty Mac Quayle doing a rushed Reznor mock up. Also, bad Coil. Pre-order here.

End of the Month Music Bitchfest - September 2016

Damn, Q4 is going to be poppin'...


Nine Inch Nails

You guys.
"Dive and Slam" was not real.
 Information found on Reddit...was fake.
Take a moment.
...
Okay.
However, in a move I certainly didn't see coming, Reznor, Ross, Mogwai, and Gustavo Santaolalla* teamed up to score Before The Flood, the documentary in which Leonardo DiCaprio learns about global warming and tries to convince all the wrong people that it's a problem.** But, fuck it, new Reznor/Ross music is new Reznor/Ross music.
Also, a bunch of old NIN has been "mastered for iTunes".
The difference is minimal but I still bought $90 worth of old NIN.
And, now, Reznor has three months to fulfil his fucking promise of new Nine Inch Nails in 2016.

Beck
Mister Funk released a proper video for "Wow" and it's...a Beck video. Not the funkiest ever, not the most mundane. A solid 7.5 as far as I'm concerned. That album is supposed to be out really soon but no one seems to know shit about it... Can I get a pre-order link, please?


Tori Amos has a new single, "Flicker", written for the Netflix doc, Audrie & Daisy. It's less embellished lyrically than Amos' usual fair in order for her to get across the simple message about the horror and damage and victim shaming of sexual assault. "Heroines are not born, they are made". Jesus.

The special edition of Radiohead's A Moon Shaped Pool shipped and it's just as beautiful and haunting as the album. You can see a blurry little slide show thing I shit...I mean shot...here. Aside from a piece of reel-to-reel tape from one their past few albums(?!), that ridiculously beautiful Donwood art book, and the album on CD and vinyl, there's a disc with two bonus tracks; the should-have-been-used-in-the-film-instead-of-the-piece-of-shit-they-went-with Bond theme, "Spectre" and a new one called "Ill Wind", which isn't worth the $90 the special edition went for.

Finally listened to Honeymoon and Ultraviolence by Lana del Rey and this chick is nuts. She sings like a sexy villain.

I also reviewed the new Matt Berry and should have an interview with the man himself up shortly. I did not yell "whiskey!"at him.

The final three tracks from Bowie's  recording sessions are coming out on the Lazarus cast recording October 21st. I plan to immediately add them to 's tracklist in a manner which I see fit, listen to the whole thing*** a thousand times in a row, and then cry like a goddamn baby for a month.
Give or take.

SOMETHING IS HAPPENING WITH GORILLAZ!!!!!
Even though we've been told not to expect the new album until 2017****. Hopefully we're getting a single and video before then? And maybe a video collection on Blu-Ray? Oh shit that would be tight... I forgot how much I love the "Stylo" video. And the "On Melancholy Hill" video. And the "Do Ya Thing" video. And the whole weird ass narrative those two freaks have built over the past sixteen or so years.

Lastly, I attended the final date on "Weird Al" Yankovic's Mandatory Fun world tour at Radio City Music Hall. And then I got to meet him.

There were also a bunch of stormtroopers there. I told him I'd been listening since I was a kid and that his sincerity and humor are very important to me. He was gracious and exhausted. And after the performance he'd just put on, I was completely accepting of that fact.

I think I'll end with that.


* Who I know from his absolutely fucking stunning score of The Last of Us

** Seriously, who the fuck is going to see this that doesn't know about and believe in and understand the dangers of global warming? Talk about preaching to the liberal choir... Like some anti-environment cockslapper is going to accidentally stumble into a theater in which this is paying and then say, "You know what? I didn't believe it until I heard it coming out of Leonardo fucking DiCaprio's beautiful mouth, but now I see the error of my ways and will get EVERY OTHER PIECE OF SHIT LIKE ME TO RECANT THEIR PLANET-DESTROYING WAYS!" Then we'll all jerk off while watching Captain Planet. Ugh. I am so jaded...

*** Because I never felt  was complete, never.

**** Fuck.

End of the Month Music Bitchfest - August 2016

Nine Inch Nails
So. "Dive And Slam".
If this is real (and, even if it is, obviously Reznor, a huge hater when it comes to leaks and all that stuff is going to say it's not), that means a whole new era of Nine Inch Nails starts in a matter of days. Will there be a new artistic style or will Mills helm this new work as well? Will Sheridan hop back in the saddle? Or will we get someone new? What about a new font? New logo? Very exciting times indeed...
In honor of this (alleged) new track, I decided to fritter away a moment or two on Nine Inch Nails' past lead album singles.
As I wasn't aware of them until 1994, I can't really speak to "Down In It" or "Wish", but I do remember when "Closer" was everywhere. Singular. The only thing that looked and sounded like that at the time...or ever? I don't know. Are there music videos any more? What the hell is Mark Romanek up to these days?
...
Okay, I just checked, and he seems to be back to directing music videos.
For pop stars.
*sigh*
Anyway, I've still never heard a NIN single like "Closer".
Next up was "The Day The World Went Away", perhaps the least radio friendly song NIN have ever released as a single. There's no chorus*, no drums, just a goddamn wall of sound juxtaposed by Trent whispering some shit, perhaps about suicide. It's a four minute song with less than one minute of vocals.
It is one of my favorite Nine Inch Nails songs.
After that was "The Hand That Feeds", alternately, one of my least favorite Nine Inch Nails songs.
No, that makes it seem like I enjoy it on some level. I do not. As the first new NIN music since The Fragile, I was ready for disappointment, but, come on, this? Ugh. What's worse is that Reznor seems to love it, as he has played it at 99.9% of all live shows since its release. Aside from the next single, THTF marked the beginning of the decline in quality of radio tracks from Nine Inch Nails.
And that next single was "Survivalism". Great shit. Great video. Great everything. Still felt like a single, albeit rough and electronic and brutal. Perfect lead in and representation of what was to come with Year Zero.
After that was "Discipline", which felt like what someone who doesn't know much about Nine Inch Nails would call the perfect Nine Inch Nails single. It's not a bad song; it's well crafted, the instrumentation varies in an interesting and compelling (yet somehow predictable) way, but...you know, years ago, Reznor mentioned he was concerned that his and Saul Williams' cover of U2's "Sunday Bloody Sunday" sounded "too much like Nine Inch Nails". "Discipline" sounds too much like Nine Inch Nails. If you know what that means, then you are a Nine Inch Nails fan.
Next, we have "Came Back Haunted" which had exactly the same issue as "Discipline", but, if "Discipline" was "The Perfect Nine Inch Nails Single (Rock)", then "Came Back Haunted" was "The Perfect Nine Inch Nails Single (Electronic)". Then there's the fact that, in one, Reznor can't help himself, whereas, in the other, he can't stop himself.
Won't someone please help/stop Trent Reznor?
As with "Discipline", I like CBH, but I still feel the same way.
Which leads us, maybe, to "Dive And Slam".
Shall we begin judging this (potentially non-existant) book by its cover?
First off, I do believe this might be the name of a new Nine Inch Nails song. After all "The Hand That Feeds" was one. "Starfuckers, Inc." was another. As far as what it could sound like...well, I'm going to go with "aggressive". It would be a little silly to have the lead single from a new Nine Inch Nails album, called "Dive And Slam", turn out to be a piano ballade. Unless there's a line about "diving into kisses and slamming into hugs" in the chorus. Or, "Dive" and "Slam" could be his kids' nicknames. I really have no idea. No one does.
If this is real, I'm sure I'll listen to it.
Probably.
Anyway, since Reznor is currently suckling from that Columbia teat, I believe (if this real and not some troll trolling) the math works out to a new Nine Inch Nails album in November...one month before the end of 2016.
You cunt.

Beck
A remix of "Wow" by the Mexican Institute of Sound (AKA "GUAU!") has been released. It's...well, it's kind of what one might expect from a remix of a Beck track by the Mexican Institute of Sound. Listen here.
Also, a few new song titles (specifically "Seventh Heaven" and "No Distractions") have been mentioned but that's about it. Crazy Joyous New Beck Album That Doesn't SOund Anything Like 'Morning Phase'** is due out October 21st. Unless Beck opens his Third Eye and consumes us all in Its Burning Glory.

They Might Be Giants
Only four more months until the deluge of new TMBG music recommences. It's September and I have not actually found myself dying without new songs by the Johns every Tuesday. Weird...
On a more secret note****: the offerings from this year's IFC (the physical stuff, anyway) have arrived and they are lacking. Golf tees? A light up pen? Low quality sunglasses? Yikes, guys, really? I mean, I know this is a writing/recording year and this is the money for the (3) new album(s) we're getting in 2017, but, I don't know, maybe don't have an IFC on off years? There was a pretty solid live album (digital only) which featured some rare treats ("Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had A Deal", "The Statue Got Me High", and about a third of Glean), and there's the personalized ringtone thing (no news on that yet...) but, still, lacking.

Eels
I'd rather have a healthy, happy E than new Eels music. That being said...is there a middle ground?

And, finally, had a chance to listen to that score Atticus Ross handed me last month. Review is huur.

Next month...shit, maybe a new Nine Inch Nails song. If not, at least you'll be getting a review of the awesome new Matt Berry album, The Small Hours.





* Unless you count Reznor saying "nah" a couple dozen times.

** Working title.***

*** By which I mean my working title.

**** I'm assuming that everyone reading this is a member of the They Might Be Giants Instant Fan Club. If not, just ignore this paragraph entirely. For you, it does not exist.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: fin

Our last day was short and focused on the very first scene Alex (director) had me read with Hillary over Skype, a nice little bit of full circle-ness in that one. We wrapped, cheered, wept, then, drank.
I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge PA, Ricardo Calderon, and his effort to get me blackout drunk for my flight, which was taking off less than 12 hours after the wrap party. He fed me tequila, mescal, scotch, and bourbon. The results were...floaty. I hailed an Uber, and it canceled on me, so I drunk dialed my wife, who did not pick up, before ordering another Uber and drunk dialing Phil. My Uber driver was as loquacious as hell, but, for those of you who have seen me somewhat inebriated, you'll know that I was as well. After he found out about the film, he took my picture. Hopefully that picture will, someday, make a great story, random Uber driver whose name and face I have forgotten...
Then, I went home and finished packing. It was hilarious, because of the alcohol. I then decided to crack open that wallet of 30+ movies and TV shows for the first time on my trip.* My pick? Obviously, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas. I made it about an hour or so in, then had to go to sleep. Which kind of worked.
I woke up around 3 and showered. Then had the longest and most awkward Uber ride ever. I...I don't even want to talk about it.
I got to the airport almost two hours before my flight*** and, when I found out how much the bump to first class was, I took it. #FancyBitch #Diva #WorthIt To answer your question: yes, within reason, I will always trade money for comfort. #Epicurean
The first leg of my trip, I listened to most of Michael Ian Black's Navel Gazing (it was okay), then started watching Teen Titans Vs. Justice League, which, while solid, just made me sad and angry about the lack of a third season of Young Justice. I landed in Chicago and had some spectacularly subpar deep dish pizza (assuming it was the fault of the airport and not the city's tradition of deep dish pizza), then sat in my immobile plane for an hour and a half before it took off, at which point, I finished TTVSJL and started Enemy, the Jake Jellybag movie. Heads up: the first three minutes of that movie have a LOT of graphic nudity in them. You're welcome, people who were forced to watch of my huge shoulders.
Finally, I landed, won the Luggage Award, and headed home. A home which Christina had made it her business to recreate in my absence, and she did it with a vengeance, falling only about 2% short of her intended goal. I see this as less of a credit to her tenacity and work ethic as it is a testament to how much of an impediment I am to her and her goals on a day to day basis.
Please don't divorce me.
I'll do better.

Since returning...I don't know, man. It's been weird. The time gap isn't much of a problem, but things feel a bit off. Have I really changed as a person? I can't seriously believe that. I do know that returning to the microphone for the two bookings and three auditions I've had since Monday has been a wonderful, welcome, and truly joyful experience; in, talk, out, done. Snappy. Succinct. No worrying about lighting or the frame or when lunch is.
As far as the film goes, I have decided that I'm far too close to it to tell. I have been reassured over and over that everything was great, that there wasn't a false moment on camera, that I'm good and that everyone loved me, and, most importantly, that I look very handsome...on camera. I'll have to wait until it's out (looking like very end of 2016 at the very earliest, but more likely January 2017) and total stranger weigh in on my performance to know, for sure, whether or not it is good. And, yes, while that is an odd metric to utilize here, this is the film industry and it is, by its nature, odd.

I plan to have one more entry in this series, reflecting and reminscing on all the folks I met and worked with while out in El La, and then...I don't know, ranking Care Bears? We'll see.



* I had subsisted on the latest seasons of Arrow, The Flash, and Legends of Tomorrow, as well as the first three films in Barry Levinson's Baltimore trilogy**, 11.22.63, Stranger Things (all of it), the second season of Kimmy Schmidt (three or four episodes; I'm getting bored with Titus), quite a few hours of Wipeout HD, and one playthrough of Streets of Rage 2.

** I believe Tin Men was my favorite.

*** But, because I did, my bag was the second off the plane at the baggage claim. I have never been rewarded in such a way and I felt like Jesus because of it.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Sobbing Like A Goddamn Baby

The hardest thing I did today was stop crying after a scene. Somehow I thought that this would be a light day. I was and continue to be a fool. If anyone sees this, I'll be interested to get their reactions, specifically those of people who know me and my...me-ness. Is it overwrought? Does it feel fake? Does it feel like a "real movie"?
Or, to just come right out and say it: am I a good dramatic actor? I know I'm a strong comedic actor, a strong voice actor, and also, very tall, but, Hillary just told me that, after the last scene, that I was a "real actor". Although I firmly believe that comedy is harder than drama and that comedic actors are better at drama than the reverse, that question is still flashing, in neon, over my head and has been since we started shooting last month. Truly curious how people will accept this, friends and strangers alike. Sadly, most people can't spend three minutes to watch a silly little video without cats in it, there is no way they're going to spend ninety plus minutes to watch it, so, much like the number of licks it takes to get to the Toosie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop*, the world, and, more importantly, I will never know.
Quelle fin tragique.

*Yes, I've read the studies that have found it's between around 150 and 410, shut up.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: PENULTIMO

Jave you gon? To it?

Actt.

Yesterday, the hardest thing I did was not freak out and burn the building down when a fitted sheet* kept popping off the mattress I was sitting next to. Drove. Me. Crazy. BUT, Luie (art department) and I figured it out and emerged, triumphant, from the Great Los Angeles Mattress War of 2016.

And, despite it having been long, yesterday was bliss. We shot in a real studio! There was a fake prison and a fake hospital and part of a plane and creepy offices that looked like they would be part of an "interactive waiting experience"** for the Mummy ride or something related to Indiana Jones. There was an abundance of air conditioning and a whole room specifically for craft services! AND IN THAT ROOM THERE WAS A TOASTER!!!!!!! I just now get why actors act. If I am just starting out and getting air conditioned rooms with toasters in them, what must Robert*** and Chris**** get when they yearn for things? Probably hard boiled eggs with most of the shell removed, so they can hold it without getting their hands all wet from the egg. Also, really absorbent paper towels. Maybe harder to find candy like Razzle or Chuckles or Candy Corn M&M's.

I've got two days left to shoot and three days left in El La. Tomorrow I have "off", but it's going to be spent running around and packing and everything so I can get to bed at 7 pm for my 4 am call on Sunday, which should help for my 3 am call on Monday to get to LAX. Still genuinely happy that this fucked up schedule will spare me any discomfort once I return to New York.

Today is the last day with Sally Mom and I'm going to try and get a picture of her next to me in my Mother Feather shirt. #StruthersFeather

As a treat today, we are getting pizza for lunch. I am going to try and resist the expected New York pizza comparison, because, you know, I don't like to complain.

* MOAR LIKE ILL-FITTED SHEET

** Read "line"

*** Downey Jr. We're friends.

**** Evans. We're frienemies.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Simon Says "Demolition Man!!!!"

Have you ever butt wiggle stampy pants? Then. Actor.

The hardest thing I had to do yesterday was not pick at the delicious tapas that was right in front of me on the table for like forty five minutes.

I failed.

It was the most delicious failure.

Met the enchanting Armenian lady playing Eva (Sona) and she is just dazzling. Wish she was in more of the film. She has the most meaningful and beautiful tattoos I have ever seen.

Today is the biggest, hardest day I've got. There is singing, signing, sighing...all sightless. But! We are a Dedicated Team of Consummate Professionals and any thing worth doing, is worth doing...Ripght.
I was going to say "right". But I am leaving it.
Because it is Funny.

 Tomorrow and Friday are going to be the longest days because we are shooting in Anaheim (Disneyland, I assume, but, I'm just Camera Meat, so I could be wrong) so, shit, but, I might be able to see Alan, Autumn AND her little ones!

All right. Acting.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Getting The Fear

Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date, but a year to make love she wanted you to wait? Then, and only then......you are you an acter.*

Well, five days left and we have our very first diva! We'll see how that goes...

Yesterday was our first official bad day; lighting took two hours longer than expected because of issues with the space and we had to cut a scene. Not integral, but fun and funny. All told, losing one scene out of the whole film (knock wood) is pretty awesome. Yesterday was also the first time I broke out my headphones this entire time. That says something. It was also the first time I got dozy. 

Oy, what a day...

All in all, not actually bad, just not as smooth and awesome as every other day.

Now comes the time to worry about getting everything packed without Christina's mad Tetris skillz, worrying if I have enough food or too much food to last me until I leave* and making my flight and all that shit.

Ugh.

Teleportation.

Now.

Plz k thx.

I now have two VOs booked for next week, more Nellie's and more Zantac. Looking forward to it.

* Or a rapper.

** Pretty sure I have more tuna than bread, which is freaking me the fuck out. Enough yogurt for four more days. Haven't opened my peanut butter, pasta, two containers of oats, lemon zingers or second bag of Craisins. And don't even talk to me about my frozen mac and cheese, and lasagna, I'd completely forgotten about those until just now. Mostly subsisting on tuna, cheese, and eggs. Like some pescatarian caveman. I've consumed about 15 gallons of water though, so there's that.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Boogie Shoes

Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight? But then realized it wasn't the Devil, but, rather, Jack Nicholson dressed as the Joker. And then you're like, "Dude, the next guy to play your character is going to redefine what you're doing, but the guy after that is going to fall short," but then he's like, actually the real Joker, and, suddenly you're like, "Oh shit. I'm ballroom dancing with the Joker!" Then he smiles and his mouth smells like chemicals and death and he says, "Tell me a joke. And it had better be funny," and you totally feel a knife against your ribs and, while trying to think of a joke, he starts chuckling way back in his throat and then, just as you feel the blade start to poke through your shirt, you fart, hugely. There is one, perfect second of silence before the Joker is doubled over in laughter. "Say it, don't spray it, stink-o!" He yells. "Hey! Did anyone get the license on that tug boat?!" He yells. "Help! This man just lost his duck! He smells awful and goes by the name Butt Trumpet!" He yells.

But you've already run off...

Then, you, Actor.

Hardest thing about day ten was seriously not losing my shit at all the improved bits of conversation that were happening, specifically those of Sally Mom, Bill Daddy, Lacey (who plays my sister, Regina), and Jann, who plays Darth Sidious*. Ten hours spent at a dinner table with strangers will either make you friends or bitter enemies, luckily this swung towards the former.

Before the day started, I did some laundry and accidentally used liquid fabric softener for the first time in my life. Holy fuck. I feel like a caveman who has just discovered fire. And blowjobs.

Saturday evening, after some shopping and Stranger Things, I conjured up an Uber and it was the same driver from a few hours before. He wasn't. Overly chatty, but he was a bit too eager to please. Just typing that, I realize that is an hilariously shitty statement to make. Oh, sorry the man asked you if you wanted water or more AC or to control the radio. You bitch.

Anyway, got to Mohawk Bend late because of something called traffic**, but once there, met with Alan, Graham, John (a friend from high school I haven't seen in almost twenty years), Autumn and Luke. Good times. Lots of synergy. And hard pineapple cider. Afterwards, Alan and his lady friend took me home. Think I might make a pilgrimage to Mohawk Bend August of every third year, just to make it a tradition.

Sunday was some rehearsal which resulted in Alex weeping. In a good way. Then, I took in Graham's new horror film, The Mind's Eye. 

So. Much. Blood. 

So. Much. Fun.

If you like blood and fun, you need to see this film.

At the moment, I'm sitting in a place called Cheesewright Studios as things are built around me. We are here for three days, then two days on a soundstage in Anaheim, then Saturday off, then the final day of shooting, this Sunday. Then, 3 am car to LAX to catch my 6 am flight. Legitimately grateful for the early ass schedule I've been on so that, when I return to New York, I won't be suffering from Temporal Shift Sickness***.

Now...well, they don't need me yet, sooooo how's things with you? 

Oh, shut up, never mind, I know...so, after talking at length with our 2nd AD, James about noise and experimental and Coil and all typesa shit, he made me a NON mix CD. I've got to dig deeper here...there is some fabulously weird and deep shit going on.

Another thing that's been knocking around in my head is how often I'm immersed in deep, meaningful conversations about stuff when, suddenly, I'm whisked away for hair or wardrobe or blocking, never to finish my thought or reach that revelation I was so close to... It's kind of cool and kind of frustrating.

As of now, I know everyone's names and have had some sort of exchange with everyone. I think I'm going to address that in a wrap up or something, so you've got something to look forward to and live for.

* Might be kidding, might not, guess you'll have to see the film...

** Not sure if I'm using that word correctly.

*** Or the Time Lord's Malady, as it is more commonly known.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Hot. Sex.

Have you ever *line from that song from Pocahontas that I can't quite remember right now and am too lazy to look up*? Then, my churlish chap, then...THEN...you be an acting person.

Yesterday was a big day...our first official day with Sally Mom, who should be in a failed franchise with Nic Cage because she is a national treasure. Also...my very first sssssssexxxxxxxxx sssssscene..... Viewers are going to get up close and personal with my Slender Gent, especially if you are lucky enough to see this film in IMAX. #NightmareMonsterCock 

Honestly, it was nothing. The room was 5000 degrees, there were a dozen people and I had just rubbed one out in the bathroom, just in case my Gent forgot this was a movie.* Right before one of the takes, Hillary said, "Think of Phil and Will seeing this." We almost had to stop because I was snickering so hard. 

And speaking of hard: the hardest thing I had to do yesterday was put on a sweaty shirt while covered in sweat. Fucking heat. Fucking sweat. Fucking porous skin. Jillian, Dawn and Rebeca (wardrobe and hair and make up respectively) have made a special project of keeping me sweatless.

Yesterday was also the eighth day of our sixteen day shoot! Halfway through and things are still moving incredibly smoothly. Most of the ridiculously demanding scenes are over, leaving only the pretty pony stuff. And the singing. Or fake singing. Whatever.

I am officially missing Mother Feather tonight, and I'm boiling over it. There have been no fuck ups on this shoot. Everyone has been super professional and has done their jobs in an exemplary fashion. But. I hate that a shot will take forty five minutes to set up, only to be used for two minutes of shooting. Film acting is stupid. Just think of the proportions: three weeks = ninety minutes. We're here from 10 am to 10 pm, and might get less than ten minutes of footage. In. Sane.

Anyway, lunch is over and I've still got five fucking hours of shooting left, then, our 3 pm to 3 am the next day. Oy. But, on the bright side, I've inspired Sally to move forward with this ingenious animated series she's been incubating for years; we're doing it together, or not at all.

I also have a VO lined up for the day after my return: it will take two hours, be fully air conditioned, and net me about 3/4 of my fee for this whole project. VO is the kind of insane I can get behind.

Bruh.

* SO TOTALLY KIDDING.

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Uber Alles

I'm writing this from the back of an Uber drifting through Pasadena. My driver's name is Yang and he is, blessedly, silent. Now, why would I comment on the reticence of my Uber driver? Strap in.

First off, light day, wrapped at noonish. Headed home and then out to get my beard trimmed. Had a little wander, went to the Apple Store, talked myself into then out of purchasing a new iPad and iPhone, although the total would have been around $3000 which is d-u-m, although all that new tech felt so sexy...

Debated seeing the new Jason Bourne movie then decided not to, as I have pirated the last four. Don't want to break the streak. And I don't want to Moby in a movie theater, thank you very much. Also, the tagline from the new one, "you know his name", is a little too close to "You Know My Name" from Casino Royale. Stop being cheeky, you will never be Bond, even after the pratfall that was Spectre.

Now, I am freshly shorn and riding dirty with Yang.

Ah, yes, my Uber driver..

So, I took an Uber earlier from set in Glendale to my place in Altadena. Everything was going okay, my guy asked why I was here and, after I told him I was shooting a film, he wanted to only talk about celebrities, so I made some shit up about talking to Nic Cage about Superman and seeing Brad Pitt across an abandoned restaurant dining room in Asbury Park, where we exchanged nods of mutual respect and existence.

Then, with about five minutes left to go, he says, "I used to be an atheist, now I believe in God."

All the flags turned red.

"Oh...?" I responded.

Because what else do you say?

Here are some potential responses which probably would have gotten me a one star review:

"God is a construct of man."

"Fuck your God."

"God is dead, and no one cares."

"Trent Reznor is God."

"I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me."*

But, I didn't say any of those, I said, "Oh...?"

So he followed up with, of course, do you believe in God?**

I figured, fuck it, it beats talking about Trump or the weather, so I told him my thoughts. He was not interested in my thoughts. He was interested in talking about how saints have superpowers, and that God is really awesome and that I should watch these weird movies on YouTube about the saints. 

Then, we arrived at my place and I wished him a great day.

Yeesh.

Might just wear headphones from now on.

Like, forever.

* My iPad appears to believe in God, as every time I type the word, it capitalizes it. Hm.

** Since me and Mr. Third Uber Driver Since I Got To California are such lifelong friends. I call him "Tuds" for short.

 

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Dreams

Have you ever gone to sleep with more than an hour of sun left in the sky? Well then, my friend and secret confidant, you are...........an Actor!*

5 am alarm this morning. Worried that I wouldn't hear it as I sleep with earplugs**, so I kept waking, checking the time then falling back asleep. Because of this, I had several dreams...

The first involved me in some NBC show, whether real or imagined, in a scene with Kristen Schaal and Colin Quinn. He could not remember his lines, somehow struck by stage fright. He said "Eunid States" instead of "United States", "thanking. You." instead of "thank you", then, placed a bagle on his head, rather than his hat.

The second featured my friend, Bill Kates showing up at my childhood home in New York with a bunch of actors to give them some sort of lecture. I was handed a huge tome written by Tony Danza. I could not tell you what it was about. These were some of the most obnoxious actors I have ever had the displeasure to dreaMeet.

Third was pretty focused on me trying to figure out how to get tickets to a Nine Inch Nails concert supporting their new album. The site had rehearsal footage, pictures and whatnot. There was a song playing in the background on the website as well and it wasn't great.

The final dream, or the final one I can recall, was a bawdy college campus comedy starring Chad Radwell from Scream Queens. It was basically a National Lampoon origin film for Chad and I would pay folding money to see it in its entirety.

In ten minutes or so, I'm heading out to Glendale for some scenes, then, I'm wrapped, an early one for me. Plans for Saturday are moving forward, and, soon, I shall take zee Gaza Strip.

AGAIN, if you've got eyes and like using them for pictures, follow @YouAndMeMovie on The Social Network. You might see a picture of me and freaking Sally Struthers.


* Or a toddler. Or both!

** To keep Ol' Scratch from putting his bifurcated penis in my ears, natch. ;-)

East Coast, West Coast, Everyone's A Killer: Mmmmmmagic!

Have you ever imbibed a bottle of Trader Joe's Mountain Spring Water and known, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you have just paid for tap water? Then, and only then, will you realize that fuck Trader Joe's.

YOU GUYS I MET A MAGICIAN!!!!!!

Deep breath. Calm down.

First, on Saturday, I had a truly excellent meal at a place called Mike and Annie's with Will, Hillary, Diana and Baby Owen, who was not only not scared of me, but seemed rather delighted by me. Unless the whole thing was an act, and the smile was, in truth, a frozen rictus of horror, clamped down over his screaming brain... I held him and he looked at me and smiled. Thus proving three things: Owen is awesome, I am not Nightmare Fule for all babies, and that baby from our movie was a dick*. Also, I think all this movie star shit is getting to me. We all split a piece of chocolate cake at the end of the meal and it was hella dry. Like, I'm-not-even-enjoying-the-fact-that-this-is-chocolate-cake-because-it's-so-dry dry, so, when the waiter swung by with his "is everything okay?" I said, actually, the chocolate is really, really dry and he apologized and took it off the bill. You guys, I can't remember ever having done that. I think...I'm becoming part...of HolloWood...

THEN SUNDAY I MET A MAGICIAN!!

Wait.

First I had rehearsal at Sally's house and met the man playing my father, Bill Jones. So, he is perfect for this role and excellent in every other aspect, solid dude. Then, I was moved to tears by a scene between Sally and Hillary. You can feel the power coming off this lady...

AND THEN I MET A MAGICIAN!!!!!!!!!!!! Autumn came from her place with her friend, Luke who is not only a magician, but also a hypnotist. We hung out around...some area of El La, then had some really awesome sushi across from a super sinister Scientology mansion then I had a cookie and some coffee thing at the painfully cool little placed called the Bourgeois Pig. They were playing so much 90's hip hop, it was stupendous. Then, they drove me home and Luke proceeded to melt my face with magic. He did all types of deviltry with a quarter and cards and phtontom touches*. I am a huge child and loved every second of it. AND AUTUMN MADE ME MUFFINS!!!

I also met this other guest here who had been away since my arrival. I'd heard she works at JPL, where my friend Diana works, and I thought that was a cool little coincidence. So, I introduced myself and told her about Diana and all that and got SO MUCH SNARK off this chick. "Yeah, I'm just a summer intern and there are like, literally, hundreds of people that work there so..."
She just let it trail off.
Kid, with that attitude, you will always only be a summer intern. Space doesn't want assholes like you all up in itself. Stick to cave systems and swamps.

Today looks to be a light day, only four scenes or so, then we load out of our location in Pasadena. Tomorrow, we shoot in Glendale, where, I've heard, if I'm lucky, I can get a real good meal...

* So...in case, for some reason, you are reading this and either don't get sarcasm (which runs through my veins like blood) or haven't ever read anything else I've ever written; I, obviously, do not think this little baby is really a dick. I am not the baby's father, and, understandably, my height and voice and scent might appear troubling to her. To be clear, I am not actually blaming the baby for this. My views are my own and often exaggerated, uninformed, and, occasionally, completely wrong. I also overuse commas and sometimes forget to floss. This is a blog, which is not a word. Thank you.

** Which sounds filthy, but was actually super awesome.

End of the Month Music Bitchfest - July 2016

Look, I never promised that I wouldn't have one of these for July, I just said I might not, so, sorry.

But, as I am in Los Angeles, mere miles away from several of my favorite artists, I decided to go all out this month...and visit them in their homes.

Nine Inch Nails

After some cajoling, I proved to Trent that I was, indeed, a fan* and he let me in. I met Mariqueen, who embraced me like an old friend and then made Trent and I some amazing tea, a flowery and slightly sweet blend of her own concoction. She then headed out with the kids and Trnet and I sat down in his studio to talk turkey. Which we actually did for, like, twenty minutes before I got him to shut up about it. Hot Hollywood Gossip: Trent Reznor really, really likes turkey. "It's like having Thanksgiving every day!" he exclaimed giddily at one point.

The first thing I asked, obviously, was how the new Nine Inch Nails album is progressing. He said very well and then played me a few tracks, but then, soon after, had Atticus Ross, who lives above the ceiling panels in the studio**, drop down and shine some light in my eyes which erased the past few minutes, so yeah, I got nothing. I think there were guitars. Definitely a keyboard or two. And singing. Trent told me that when he said "new Nine Inch Nails music in 2016", he meant "his 2016". I was confused by that and asked what he meant. Turns out that Trent, like the Mayans, has his own calendar system, which, honestly, explains a lot. When I followed up with when 2016 was for him he said "anywhere between 2008 and 2023." "So...you're saying the album could already be out?"

"Yeah, probably. Maybe. Yeah," he responded.

I moved on to his involvement with the new season of Twin Peaks, coming in early 2017, and he told me his role was "mostly craft services" and "some day playing in make up". He then passed me a cranberry lemon scone that he had baked earlier that day and I understood why Lynch had reached out to him; it was utterly delicious. He then went on about scones for another half hour, then tried to get back onto turkey***, but I shut that down right quick. He apologized and played me a cover he'd done of Prince's "Planet Earth" which was haunting and beautiful.

My time was running out, so I wrapped things up by asking him about the status of the deluxe reissue of The Fragile. At first he looked completely blank, then said, "Oh, uh...soon."

As he escorted me out, Atticus passed me a copy of his score for the new doc Almost Holy, which he composed with his brother, Leopold, and Bobby Krlic. I told him I would give it a listen and he kissed me on the mouth. Atticus Ross has lips as soft as his voice.

I turned to thank Trent and Atticus, and Trent screamed "I want to fuck you like an animal!" before giving me a double thumbs up.

God damn what a genius...

Next, off to Beck's place.

Beck

When I showed up at Beck's house (which was the perfect blend of a spaceship, treehouse, temple, and seaside surf bungalow), he didn't hesitate to invite me in and hand me a guitar he'd made. I told him that I didn't know how to play guitar but he just whispered, "float like a butterfly, sting like a butterfly." He then ran off into his studio and I joined him. He set up some rudimentary beats and we jammed for a bit, then he made me a kale salad with these weird little plum things on it. I asked him what they were and he said, "those are from my home plan-- uh...Traders Joe. And Hold Foods." I inquired if he meant Trader Joe's and Whole Foods, and he just screamed into his cowboy hat then starting playing a Prophet-5. He told me about this album he and Prince had written and recorded on a Sunday about a year ago and then scrapped because it was, according to Beck, "too illegal. The funk. All of it together at once. Not for these people. Not yet, maybe not ever. Too illegal.  Too hot. The funk would cut and burn and there would be nothing left but wet tears. No good. Break beats." I told him I understood. At one point while playing me some of his new album, he just started levitating and sort of murmuring to himself, and I got uncomfortable and decided to leave. He called out, "Girl, you smell gooood! Whoo! You got pretty pockets, dancy bird!" Not sure if this was a goodbye or a song lyric or some kind of threat, but I was rattled and running late for my next stop: Los Feliz and the home of Mark Oliver Everett, a man called E.

Eels

E had made us chili. I told him about Beck's kale salad and he just nodded. After some awkward starts and stops, we just talked about Prince and played with his dog and listened to old records for a few hours. I asked if he was working on any new music or anything like that, and he shrugged and said, "I have a few things sitting around." He left it at that and I let it go, I'd had a good visit but it was clear he was done hosting. I thanked him and wished him well.

On to my final appointment of the day...Cake.

Cake

I arrived at the edge of the forest where John McCrea told me to meet him and flat out asked him, "So, are you guys still a band? Are you still making music? What the fuck are you doing?" He smiled indulgently and said, "We have a lot of new music. Would you like to hear it?" I said that, of course I did, but that I was honestly a bit skeptical. So he reached into a hemp sack he had on his back and pulled out about a dozen CDs. "Here it is. See?" 

"Okay..." I reached for them, but he pulled them back. "I'll let you have them, all of them, but you have to do something first." "Fine, what?" McCrea then pointed at a huge tree and said, "Tell that tree you love it." "What?" I asked. "You heard me, I have excellent diction, now go over and tell that tree you love it and you need it to live and that it's the most important thing in the world." I'd had a long day and was genuinely enticed by a dozen new Cake albums, so I walked over to the tree, leaned close to it, and told it that I loved it. "And that you need it to live and that's it's the most important thing in the fucking world!" He yelled. I did so. "Now kiss it!" McCrea shrieked. "Are you--" I started to say, but he screamed again, real fury on his voice, "Don't you fucking look at me, pig! Kiss that fucking tree and then you'll get you're precious fucking music! You cunt!" It was then it dawned on me that I was all alone out here, on the edge of some fucking forest with this man who had me facing a tree and who was now screaming at the top of his lungs to kiss it. I no longer cared about the new music, I just wanted to get out of this alive. So, I leaned closer and kissed the tree. "Make it fucking sexy!" The voice came from right behind me. I closed my eyes, whispered a prayer, and started making out passionately with the rough, dusty bark. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled my face, now wet with sap and tears, back from the tree. Nothing happened. I turned around and McCrea was gone. He'd left the pile of CDs behind and I you get at least this nightmare wasn't all for nothing. I picked them up and my hopes crashed as I saw they were recordings of tree noises. Twelve CDs worth of tree noises.

Fucking asshole.

Seriously though, the combination of air conditioned isolation, the thrill and challenge of my first starring feature film role, and the overall weirdness of the situation and of Los Angeles itself has bred in me a strong lust for all things Thom Yorke and St. Vincent, so I've kind of been listening to all this on repeat when I've had a moment. Also, Stephen King reading The Wind Through The Keyhole.

I also obtained the new Haley Bonar, Impossible Dream, and should have a review of that up on SoundBlab soon. Thus far, I really dig the first half. It's super short and to the point, more a pill than an album.

Anyway. Really hope I'll have a review of the upcoming Mother Feather show at the Bootleg Theater here next month. 

Cross those fingers...

* In case you're wondering how I did this, I told him I knew who Annie was, who Steve was, and that I know all the lyrics to all his songs and that I wanted to be in his underwear. Easy peasy.

** Trent and Atticus thought that was really funny, because most of his name is "Attic".

*** "You know what would be totally weird but probably totally delicious?" He led with,"A turkey scone!"