Saturday morning. A day full of relaxation and rejuvenation. Except on this particular Saturday morning, they were gutting the apartment above me. Literally. They must have dragged out every appliance, floor board, and tile. I can’t confirm this for certain but with all the scraping, clunking, pounding, and drilling I can’t imagine there is even … Continue reading Loving the Present Moment Even When it is Really, Really Crappy
WARNING: I, like most critics, know very little about the facts. But if they get to spout off their unsolicited opinions, why can't I?
Hi Hollywood, Liberals, and Silver Lake Hipsters,
I just watched Bohemian Rhapsody. And I loved it. I'm sorry. I did. It gave me chills and made my heart race to such an extent that I was compelled to write this blog at midnight because it couldn't wait. It couldn't wait because it reminded me what it meant to be an artist and I had almost forgotten.
I know. It's not cool of me to like it. It's definitely not intellectual. I should be wallowing in the horrors of life after watching Beautiful Boy or beating my chest in outrage after watching those Republicans f*$k shit up in Vice. I should be talking about how clever The Favourite was or pulling out my reading glasses to watch Roma. But I'm over it. This is SHOW BUSINESS and sometimes I just want a damn show.