Gilmore Boy (or Post Grad)

This is just to say that Nick Becker has a review of Post Grad on Tiny Mix Tapes and that you will most likely be seeing other reviews of other films by the same man on other occasions soon. Keep an eye out. I’m so proud.

HAND SOWN FILMS

For those of you who weren’t fortunate enough to be in the Southern California area this past Spring, here is a chance to take a peek at the latest masterpiece from one of the fastest growing voices in film. Emett Casey’s Peter & the Mischievous Hanky blew audiences away during it’s premiere screening at the Marion Knott Studios so much that it was cordially asked to re-screen the very next month!

Take a gander for yourself – and if that doesn’t satisfy your gutteral and filmic urges then feel free to explore our newly expanded website. Stay tuned for more info on a very special screening of Alicia Peterson’s much delayed but all-the-more anticipated Golden Afternoons!

What theater should I expect to see this melodramatic spectacle, you ask? Oh no, put on your boots and pack up your picnic supplies because we’re heading out to the beautiful Tujunga Canyon. Come for the micr0-commercial & home brewed beer in a hand-built kegerator by Mr. Clark Baker and stay for the amazing spectacle of New American Cinema.

Nine & 1/2

Daniel Day & Federico.  But in a stupid Baz like musical.  Oh, they’re playing with my heartstrings.

VIA

Prayer of the Rollerboys

Better Say Your Prayers, Boy….They’re Coming.

I watched this movie last week. It’s damn damn damn good. Prayer of the Rollerboys stars Corey Haim as the virtuous rollerblading pizza-delivery-guy Griffin who’s just trying to keep his little brother from harm’s way…that is to say, away from their old neighbor Gary Lee, the leader of the fascist Rollerboys (that is: the rollerblading, drug dealing, white supremacist gang that has virtually taken control of post-apocalyptic LA). This movie rules. Here’s a clip.

I Can’t Fell My Face or… My Face Can’t Be Felt? (finally)

Four songs, uh, leaked sort of, and honestly they were kind of disappointing for two of the best in the “game.” I guess I feel this one is the best. Stevie Wonder beat, a few decent Wayne lyrics and some underwhelming Santana (who can be great). “I’m homer/ and your a simp’ son/ and i’m pimp son.” I actually found one of the blog responses really funny (even as a Wayne fan). Jump for it.

Dance me to the end of love

Two things Kevin likes and listens to a lot; NPR presents Leonard Cohen live in London. Because none of us really have the dough to shell out and see a living legend, we must resort to the internet. Get yourself some live Leonard Cohen right here! He still sounds spectacular, by the way. Gotta love that voice.

UPDATE: I just listened to all three hours of this and it is spectacular. Do yourself the favor!

Miley Cyrus has a big Radiohead.

Don’t ask me how I found this story or the source. I really don’t read the celeb news blogs. Merely another example of the places boredom-induced internet surfing can take you. (I think i started this string of “clicking into interweb oblivion” with a search on St. Patrick.)

ANYWAYS!…apparently at the Grammys, Kanye and Miley were both given proper “fuck you” attitudes from the members of Radiohead after they both requested to meet and hang with the band. Kanye remembered he hates white people and let it slide and Miley went on some radio station to bitch:

America's Princess

“I’m like, these are the people I really want to meet. I’d freak out. They’re my rock gods. These are the only people that I would cry over…My manager asked and said, ‘Miley’s really obsessed. And they were like, ‘We don’t really do that.’ “I left ’cause I was so upset. I wasn’t going to watch. Stinkin’ Radiohead! I’m gonna ruin them, I’m going to tell everyone.”

Well US Weekly decided to crack this extremely exciting story! You better believe it. They asked Mr. Yorke what he thought about Miley’s temper tantrum, receiving only the statement, “When Miley grows up, she’ll learn not to have such a sense of entitlement.”

Pretty badass I will admit…but a couple points…
First, Radiohead talking poorly about someone else with an ego?…That’s like Donald Trump telling Carrot Top to get a haircut, wait what? That’s a terrible reference and weak analogy…or maybe…like…like Elijah Wood telling Clay Aiken to “man up!”…..terrible. Jesus, this is hard. You get the idea, it’s fuckin’ hypocritical.

Second, those Brits better watch what they say! Wars have been started on lesser offences. I mean when you insult the Princess of America like that, we have no choice but defend her honor, and OURS!

And lastly, if you don’t believe me (I’d simply be amazed to find out you were still reading this), here is the link to my infallible source: dlisted.com.

Alexander Ovechkin is a beast

This post is for, like, all those giant hockey fans who follow Put It Up.

Alright, now I am off for a night of pajama and rock filled havoc. Wish me luck.

Flatulence, Faculty, and Foust

I was scrolling through authors at the Pennsound site after my classes today and came across the name of Lara Odell–you know, Logan Esdale’s wife? It was wedged just between Alice Notley and Charles Olson.

The site has actually inducted two of her video projects into its galleries, with one featuring none other than our dear friend Logan. The ever-pensive pedagogue here joins poet-rock star Graham Foust to discuss their latest publication: A 360 page book examining the consequences of the whoopie cushion in a post-modern age. It is a profound examination of flatulence during a time when “so much that happens, doesn’t really happen.”

This stuff is like, real life hilarious (segments with Charles Bernstein never hurt). But also incredible.

“Unmaking Whoopee, or the Text is Thus a Gas” -2006

PS: I had no IDEA there was this much hubbub in the put it up! Clearly Greg’s photo wins though. Free iPod Touch for you.

Call in sick with a bad case of celebrity

Carlos D, the bassist from Interpol, hits upon what I’ve been saying for years. That celebrity is a disease, and that it turns you crazy.

Now, I’d like to quickly point out a few things before (if) you read this.

1. Is Carlos D really that big of a celebrity? I like Interpol but I would have no idea if I ran into Big D at an Orange Julius, or any other citrus-flavored frozen beverage vendor. In fact, I didn’t even know the dude’s name until like 6 minutes ago.

2. This litle essay reads like something I would have written for Epistemology Class (which was, by all accounts, a joke and a half), or maybe like some piece of Scientology literature…which makes it, to a point, absurd. However, it must be remembered that it was written by a celebrity, so he’s clearly insane. I do agree with it very much, though, on the whole.

3. Apparently he made a short about this. It’s going to be in Wholfin. John? Any input?

4. Yes, I’m getting a lot of my news from pitchfork lately. But hey, it’s on my RSS feed, so…deal with it

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