My DVD cataloging project is fast under way, but no manner of speed will ever make this list expediently done, nor 100% complete. And I haven't even gotten to the television shows, music videos, or even the VHS collection yet. Porn will probably not factor, and I'll leave the wrestling DVDs in Joe's capable hands.
Ichi: Prequel To Ichi The Killer Idiocracy Idolmaker If… Illegal Illusionsts I Love You, Man Imaginary Heroes I’m Gonna Git You Sucka I’m Not There Impact (1949) Imperial Venus Importance Of Being Ernest In A Lonely Place Incredible Mr. Limpet (DVD-R) Incredibles Incubus Inglorious Bastards (DVD-R) Inglourious Basterds In Name Only (DVD-R) In The Heat Of The Night (DVD-R) In The Realms Of The Unreal In The Year 2889 Invasion U.S.A. Invincible (2001) Iron Giant Iron Man (DVD-R) I Shot Andy Warhol Island AT The Top Of The World Island Of Dr. Moreau Italian Job (1969) It Happened One Night (DVD-R) I, The Jury (DVD-R) It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World It’s A Wonderful Life I Wake Up Screaming I Was A Male War Bride
Oh yes, Christmas happened. Or at least I'm vaguely aware of the occurrence, having caught a virus Christmas Eve and spent most of the night heaving an empty stomach over the potty. But by Christmas morning the worst was past and I was able to visit with my parents, exchange gifts, and keep food down. Still don't have a voice at the moment, as all the vomiting tore my throat to shreds and my body is sore from all the pulled muscles. But after today's snowstorm which kept me home an extra day I think I'm better recovered, if still a little tired and hoarse. I just have a lot of white stuff to dig myself out of bright and early tomorrow morning.
Merry Christmas, everyone. And R.I.P., Miss Marie.
Christmas dinner with old friends at Veneziano Italian restaurant in Norfolk, Va last night. Taken with Hunter's phone and emailed to mine, although luckily you can't see me except for my arm behind Joe because I think I had a straw in my mouth trying to fish out the lemon slice from my water glass and I probably looked like the world's fattest crackhead. The heat wasn't working in the place so we all ate in our coats and scarves and Rachel (in red scarf) and I had inhuman amounts of coffee to keep us relatively warm. But was a lovely night and wonderful to see a lot of these people in the same room with each other again. We've all been so scattered over the last half year and Sunday brunches have been an exercise in getting us together. But I'm glad I went. Despite how much chest pain I was in from coughing so much. Haven't been able to pay my insurance for two months until now so once things kick back in I have to try and at least get a few ounces of Tussionex from the doctor this week, if possible. I can't make it through Christmas and New Years with the beast still living in my lungs.
I first heard Trout Mask Replica in the spring on 1988, having bought the cassette after reading about the album's greatness from numerous reliable publications and various top-ten lists. But at first listen, I was stunned, and not in the way that I was expecting. An amalgam of musical instruments played at what I perceived as tuneless and inhuman caterwauling from Mr. Beefheart himself, a man whom everyone claimed had a seven-and-a-half octave range. I honestly thought that I was being "punk'd", a victim of one of the oldest practical jokes in rock in roll. And in a way I was. The joke was on me, because at nineteen years old the windows to my mind had not yet been properly blown open. But they were about to be.
As the years progressed, I got more into jazz. Be-bop, then more free and avant-garde. Ornette, Coltrane, Frank Lowe. I got deeper into blues, and soaked up Howlin' Wolf's demon growl. Dadaism. And then... then I went back to Trout Mask Replica and suddenly I was staring at a vase where a moment before we only two faces. And it all made sense to me now. And I couldn't get enough. The words, the voice. The man. Now there are no words, and the man is gone. But the voice still remains. Thank you for teaching me, Doc.
First 20 tracks on my iTunes and I still can't stop playing this one Christmas song that I used to adore as a little girl.
1. "Fallen Hero" - The Enemy 2. "I Don't Live Today" - Jimi Hendrix Experience 3. "To Be Young, Gifted and Black" - Donny Hathaway 4. "Sweet Child" - Micatone 5. "Red Hot" - Robert Gordon 6. "Something Global" - Fight Like Apes 7. "Pollyanna" - Patterson Hood 8. "Take Me I'm Yours" - Squeeze 9. "Morpheus" - Spike Jones 10. "Dazzle Ships" - OMD 11. "Bernadette" - The Cold 12. "Barney Miller Show Theme 13. "House Of Pleasure" - Skillet & Leroy 14. "The Post War Dream" - Pink Floyd 15. "Monkey Man" - Specials 16. "Can't Stop" - Roy Hargrove 17. "Save Your Love" - Great White 18. "Lowdown" - Boz Scaggs 19. "Dude Yr So Crazy!" - Le Tigre 20. "Without Her" - Harry Nilsson