bachelorette success

the new arctic monkeys album is called SUCK IT AND SEE

well
don't
mind
if
i
do.
(it comes out June 6. they play central park may 24.)

just look at that face

It's been too long since I saw that smile.

my next problem

Every night we're all forced to watch Charlie Sheen self destructing before our very faces and on HDTV, nonetheless.

Do I want to watch a crazed maniac talk about his amazing will power and "magic?" Not when I can see through his addict's language and rampant denial that he has a very real problem.

What pisses me off the most about his media spree is his constant self-championing and his claim that his chaotic scenes and parties with porn stars and free basing are absolutely original, extreme, "radical," and basically beyond anything anyone else in humankind has ever been able to experience, survive, endure, outlive, or outlast.

His proclamation that "the run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, and Richards look like droopy-eyed, one-armed children" not only makes no sense, as all 4 men have both upper body appendages, but also, Keith Richards? Are you serious?

Not to mention what I actually screamed at the television tonight.

"Honey, Dennis Hopper created 'magic' before you even knew what magic was."

Hopper blew himself up with dynamite and survived the blast. He ran naked through the jungle for days straight. He threw a burning mattress out a hotel window. He drank fifths of vodka just to counteract the cocaine, but most of all, the man made movies that inspire, last, and ultimately, kick the ass of Two and a Half Men back about 5 miles in the race of cultural relevance.

2 thoughts on the Rolling Stones

1. After finishing the glorious Life by Keith Richards, I appreciate the Rolling Stones even more for what they've done with music and what they've contributed to rock and roll, my favorite art form. My big question for people is always: Rolling Stones or Beatles? and my idea has always been that the Beatles represent melody, feelings and intellectual searching while the Stones represent sexual ferociousness, text book rock and roll, and classic balls to the walls "go for it" mentality. Richards talks about meeting Paul McCartney on the beach in 2006. He writes, "We talked about strangely simple things as the difference between the Beatles and the Stones and that the Beatles were a vocal band because they could all sing the lead vocal, and we were more of a musicians' band- we only had one front man" (pg. 538). His perception refreshes my entire view on the subject and makes sense for many reasons. My ex-bf (hedonist as he was) who loved the Beatles was a singer, and though he did like the Stones, I can see his allegiance with the Fab 4, was due mostly to his love for a splendid harmonic expression.

2. As for me, I will always love a guitar. And Keith Richards makes the Stones sound like the Stones (though he'll tell you it's Charlie Watts who does it, and the world will hold Mick Jagger accountable.) Truth be told it's those 3 at the heart and soul of the band's sound, but who can imagine life without "Gimme Shelter," "Jumpin' Jack Flash," or even "Wild Horses" at this point in pop culture's young history? Those guitars do everything and pave the way for Jagger to shine. (This isn't taking his brilliant, and, I would say, revolutionary, lyrics into account.) But how to explain my own shacking up with the Stones in their hedonist camp? The most outrageous scene of debauchery I've ever taken part in was an accidental "wrong place, wrong time" incident in a bar that got raided in Allentown, PA. Drug dabbler I am not. And though I believe in the principles behind sexual freedom of expression, I'd call myself pretty conservative and monogamous by nature. But when it comes to music, give me a guitar, I'm I'll always be yours. Even better if that guitar is paired with a vocalist I can swoon for, because, let's face it, I'll always choose the lead singer. So maybe my love for the Stones rests not only in Keith Richards' deftly fret-board-dancing fingers, but also in the fact that Jagger's the only lead vocalist I can give my heart to, whereas the Beatles would make me into a slut of lead singer loyalties in no time, and I'm a girl who's got to have one man.