Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
"That song is about me!" There have been millions of love songs written, some love/hate songs but they were all born out of some kind of inspired struggle within that artist/songwriter. Most of the time this inspiration was found in a woman. Some were flat out lookers that had their musicians wrapped around their cute little pinkie. Some had other things to offer their music men, things I can't discuss because this is a PG blog, for the most part. There have been many, but these are the top shelf Phillies that have made history, in a sense. More so then the woman who made the united states flag (Betsy Ross?) who I'm sure didn't look half as good in a bathing suit.
Top to Bottom:
Joan Baez - Bob Dylan
Edie Sedgwick - Bob Dylan & Lou Reed
Pattie Boyd - George Harrison & Eric Clapton
Linda Keith - Jimi Hendrix & Keith Richards
Marsha Hunt - Mick Jagger
Pannonica de Koenigswarter aka The Baroness - Charlie Parker, Sonny Rollins, Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis and Thelonious Monk
Cindy Breakspeare - Bob Marley
Brigitte Bardot - Serge Gainsbourg
Uschi Obermaier - Jimi Hendrix & Keith Richards
Lookin good ladies!!! Très bien!!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I wouldn't even know how to begin to explain this movie. Let's give it a go anyway.
Sean Connery "Zed" is a warrior in a future world that is thrown into a land of immortal women and gay men that are receiving everlasting life from a "Vortex" and are now bored.(typical) After a forced brainwashlike discovery, Zed comes to terms with his bamboozled situation by way of OZ and gives everyone what they want. The immortals get a good show and their immortality taken away from them, the old and banished, get death, all the while manages to save the day in a crimson strappy number that destroys the vortex with his man-stash and might. Scifi Amazingness.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Charles Bukowski on People :
I don't look too much at people. It's disturbing. They say if you look too much at someone, you start to look like them. Poor Linda.
People, mostly, I can do without. They don't fill me, they empty me. I respect no man. I have a problem that way...I'm lying, but believe me, it's true.
Charles Bukowski on Bars:
Don't do too much bar stuff anymore. Got that out of my system. Now when I walk into a bar, I almost gag. I've seen so many of them, it's just too fu*kin' much -- that stuff's for when you're younger, you know, and you like to duke it with a guy, you know you play that macho shit -- try to pick up broads -- at my age, I don't need all that. Nowadays, I just go into bars to piss. Too many years in the bar. It just got so bad, that I'd walk into a bar, I'd walk through the door and I'd start to puke.
Charles Bukowski on Cynicism:
I've always been accused of being a cynic. I think cynicism is sour grapes. I think cynicism is a weakness. It's saying "everything is wrong! EVERYTHING IS WRONG!" You know? "This is not right! That is not right!" Cynicism is the weakness that keeps one from being able to adjust to what is occurring at the moment. Yes, cynicism is definiteiy a weakness, just as optimism is. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing -- so smile." That's bullshit too. The truth lies somewhere in between. What is, just is. So you're not ready to handle it...too bad.
Charles Bukowski on Writing:
I wrote a short story from the viewpoint of a rapist who raped a little girl. So people accused me. I was interviewed. They'd say, "You like to rape little girls?" I said, "Of course not. I'm photographing life." I've gotten in trouble with a lot of my shit. On the other hand, trouble sells some books. But, bottom line, when I write, it's for me. (He draws a deep drag off his cigarette.) It's like this. The "drag" is for me, the ash is for the tray... that's publication.
I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At night...that's when you pull the tricks...magic.
Tough Guys Write Poetry
Charles Bukowski by Sean Penn
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
It's fashion week! I see London! I see France! I see models.... well everything. There was some fascinating pieces by the late great Alexander McQueen. For weddings or bondage they had it all. Sarah Burton carried the torch into a big bowl of Edward Sissor Hands with Burton does Burton via McQueen. Would it have been to early to do his trade mark plaid? Ask Kate Moss. It's been fun looking at all the yummy new looks for the season. And John. Ohhhh John Galliano always has my heart with his use of color and his attitude toward texture and lush. Here are some highlights. Not like the boring dentist room office coloring book for the over dosed riddlin children of america, but my favs from fashion week.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain.
Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the brain.
Got no time to pack my bag, my foots outside the door.
Got a date, can't be late for the high hopes hailla ball.
Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar.
Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more.
Singing about the good things and the sun that lights the day.
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way.
My Pops gave me his old canon and all the little go go gadgets that go with it. Of course I turn one of the camera lens cases into my new purse as shown above. It's cute and light weight in comparison to the over night sized bag that I was carrying last season. It's a great on the go purse and not to boast, but it has been getting a ton of complements. I mean a lot. Like too many. Now I'm afraid I'm going to find it in Urban Outfitters or I will be eating lunch one day and some Phillie with a complicated hair cut will have it hanging off her chair with an iphone hanging out of it. That my friends, would be my worst fear in carnet. Well, getting into a major car accident and being impaled by a stop sign is my worst fear. But getting the high hat, from any company for an idea that I had but they make money off of, is a close second. Paten pending UO. I'm watchin you.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Art : Alexey Kurbatou
Poem : Percy Shelley
Tallulah was completely in agreement with her father's advice. "If you know your Bible and your Shakespeare and can shoot craps, you have a liberal education."
She was a movie starlet with a sailor mouth. Salty and spicy in a pair of men's slacks and looked DARLING in 'em. Kathrine Hepburn eat your heart out.
Speaking of aggressive females....I decided to watch Cleopatra in honor of the late Elizabeth Taylor forgetting that it was a five hour movie. Yes it took me two days to watch it but the details of the story were well worth the two day intermission. Brushing up on ancient Rome's historical blunders and incestuous shenanigans was hilarious. Not to mention, Queen Cleo in all her glory gave me the chillie willies. Anger, sex and power is a dangerous combination for days like these not to mention days when the term off with their heads was as common as long lines at In-n-Out. So out she went, in true dictator fashion. With the bite on the hand from a snake in a big bowl of figs, she took her own life. She was prepared even for her own death just as Taylor was. Her people were instructed to arrive at Forest Lawn 15 minutes after the ceremony began. Queen indeed.