give my regards to the elaborate frisking
i saw wolf parade play last week. it was a great show. several points of interest: before being allowed admittance, i was required to pass through three checkpoints showing my student ID and ticket stub at each. i also was forced to show the contents of my purse. i lied and told the woman that my pepper spray was mousse. who wears mousse anymore? do they even make it? she bought it. i got a bit of lame satisfaction from sticking it to her. this was right after i had been throughly frisked. it seemed like a fair trade. they don't even do that to everyone at the airport and this was an oncampus event. i should have offered to do her hair with my pepper spray while she was rubbing me.
one of the opening bands had a horrendous name: think about life. however, they made up for it in stage presence. BIG fat man singing, jiggling in a "steroid free body" sweatshirt, seriously convulsing and shaking it on and off the stage, bellyflopping, etc. skeletal drummer wearing only a pair of boy's shorts or possibly boxers with pockets, black socks and shoes, somewhat less skeletal drummer in a neon yellow cap and a shirt that involved something about "a gash". they all broke it down at the end of the show with a rap about school, which was my favorite part. i think i might have written a similar rap about school when i was in the fifth grade.
todd solondz gave a talk at school today, which i attended. unfortunately, i didn't see him speak except for a few minutes intro. they showed his film palindromes first... which would have been great otherwise, but it meant i had to leave before he even spoke. i have places to go, people to see, people. i go to a talk at 2, i figure the talk will take place at 2. instead i had to leave to go to work right after the film ended. it was really disturbing because i guess the talk/screening was taking place during an undergraduate seminar class. they kept laughing at wholly inappropriate times and saying things to the screen, inducing more laughter. most of the laughter was because one of the characters was fat, or maybe because two characters were having sex. it's not really the sort of movie where anyone should be highfiving. i felt like i was on a schoolbus.
tonight i am attending another visiting artist lecture with painter dotty attie. i have an individual critique with her tomorrow. i really should go paint before her talk. so that is what i will do.
one of the opening bands had a horrendous name: think about life. however, they made up for it in stage presence. BIG fat man singing, jiggling in a "steroid free body" sweatshirt, seriously convulsing and shaking it on and off the stage, bellyflopping, etc. skeletal drummer wearing only a pair of boy's shorts or possibly boxers with pockets, black socks and shoes, somewhat less skeletal drummer in a neon yellow cap and a shirt that involved something about "a gash". they all broke it down at the end of the show with a rap about school, which was my favorite part. i think i might have written a similar rap about school when i was in the fifth grade.
todd solondz gave a talk at school today, which i attended. unfortunately, i didn't see him speak except for a few minutes intro. they showed his film palindromes first... which would have been great otherwise, but it meant i had to leave before he even spoke. i have places to go, people to see, people. i go to a talk at 2, i figure the talk will take place at 2. instead i had to leave to go to work right after the film ended. it was really disturbing because i guess the talk/screening was taking place during an undergraduate seminar class. they kept laughing at wholly inappropriate times and saying things to the screen, inducing more laughter. most of the laughter was because one of the characters was fat, or maybe because two characters were having sex. it's not really the sort of movie where anyone should be highfiving. i felt like i was on a schoolbus.
tonight i am attending another visiting artist lecture with painter dotty attie. i have an individual critique with her tomorrow. i really should go paint before her talk. so that is what i will do.
posted by casual ninja at 5:51 PM
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I really liked Palindromes, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have liked watching it with a bunch of goofy undergraduates. Well, maybe I would now that I've seen it once with a generally quiet audience. I wonder what Todd Solondz had to say to the seminar. And what kinds of questions they came up with to ask him....
It seems like he would either want to kill himself or pat himself on the back.
Now that I've thought about it for ten seconds, probably both.
i asked a friend who was there for the whole thing if there were any questions worth remembering, but he said they were all pretty awful and unmemorable. he was surprised i was offended by all of the laughter during the showing. honestly, i understand there is humor... but for instance: the young girl recently forced into an abortion recoiling in horror as she is shown an aborted baby in a ziploc baggie found on a trash heap... i didn't think it was especially funny, but the audience REALLY did.
wait a minute.
HA!!! i just got it.
I like to kill my back while patting myself on the nuts.
i remembered the one thing that was passed along from the talk that i thought was interesting. solondz wanted dawn weiner to be in palindromes, but the actress who played her swore she would never play dawn weiner again. so he had to kill her off and settle for mark weiner.
weiner.
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