Hotel Chevalier

Your mission?

Find me Hotel Chevalier. It is probably available somewhere on the internet.

What is it?

The 12 minute prelude to everyones favorite, but soon to be least favorite director Mr. Wes Anderson's new joint The Darjeeling Limited.

Information here and here.

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THIS looks like it is going to be major!!!

Deez Nuts

Radiohead Fans=Wack-a-dos

I was over at the fork this morning as per the usual, to see what hip music I need to mention at my various cocktail parties. They had a news bit about the Radiohead. Don't bother creating a new tab and searching Pitchfork, i've got it right here for you.

Now. I am a grand fan of the musical stylings of the Radiohead. I don't think there has been another band that has done what they've done for as long as they have done it. It's almost unreal that a band could be so consistent while simultaneously avoiding redundencies. Nit pick that statement if you must, but tell me who else has done what they've done. Beatles, Miles Davis, and maybe Bowie--but I consider him to be a mooch.

That's pretty good company.

A lot of people are put off by their fan base. Which is odd because it runs the gamut from frat boys to indie rockers. That's the full white spectrum. Such a diverse group.

I'm not put out by that group of honkeys, their online support though, defies description and frightens me.

I was once a super fan. I'd check the fan sites everyday for news. News in the loosest sense of the word, of course. I'd often wonder, "What happens when you wake up in the morning and just don't give a shit about Radiohead. What happens when you say, 'Fuck those guys, I've heard every song and bootleg a 100 times. I'm not reporting that Jonny Greenwood is in an empty room ever again.'" Well, I've never got an answer to that question, but perhaps today I got a clue.

To be a super fan, perhaps you need to be wired in a specific way, where everything matters, everything counts, even when it doesn't.

I once started on that route with them. The Radioheads like to sneak messages into their blogs and website. For instance you can occasionally highlight the entire page and find text that was written in the same color as the background. I appreciated the reward for nerdiness that came with finding such messages.

But now I've got some distance from that perspective and I just think it's crazy.

Radiohead are inventing their own language now. And the super fans are translating.

Does this mean anything to any of you?




Because it means something to these wackados.

Denton Tall Tales #32

When I was 18 I bought my first car. It was a 1986 Plymouth Horizon and it cost $200. It was Ssssweeeeeeeeeet!

One of the first things I did was slap a couple skateboard stickers on that thing, and christened it with a nice long ride in the back roads. After about a week the floor was covered in blunt guts, and that’s just the way I liked it. The stereo was my walkman, plugged into two little speakers. The speakers were so small that they fit in the cup holders. It was bumpin’.

There is a saying that says, “You get what you pay for.” This was certainly true in the case of my first car. Whenever I would hit a bump it would break down. The whole engine would shut down. It didn’t even have to be a big bump, a manhole cover would do. Once it broke down, sometimes it would start back up immediately, other times it would take a couple hours. This didn’t stop us from driving it places. In fact we drove it to the beach quite often, we just had to make a few stops getting there.

That car lasted about 4 months before I had to put it out of its misery. One day I started it up and something broke and the whole engine almost fell on the ground. I sold it for parts and almost made all of my money back.

One of my favorite things to do in that car was to go behind the local grocery store and hit the shopping carts. That was really fun.
Once we did a drive-by on some kids with Roman Candles. One of the candles dropped in the car and started shooting fireballs all over the place. We were on a dirt road so I let go of the wheel and covered my face for protection, we coasted into a ditch, and my dashboard caught on fire. No one was hurt.
I also liked drinking and driving, then trying to hit road signs with the empty beers. This is kind of like a Denton National Pastime, and I still try and get a good game of “hit the road sign” in every time I go home.

DENTON

...has a website.