the daily klusterfug

I can honestly say I never had a problem with Dave Grohl...that is until last night. I endured his self-serving, dorky ass and I was unimpressed, uninspired and bored. Guy is a dink and I left feeling bad for his band. They have to endure his "super zany concert shenanigans" night after night. I wouldn't be surprised if Taylor Hawkins stabs him in the heart and eye with his drumsticks one night. Grohl-sch tries real hard and I am sure he makes his mom proud but between the hair, the catwalk, a menthos story and his 20 minute recap of Grammy Glory, I think this guy is a colossal ass.

...and I do too. The arrogant little bastard has won me over. I am at this show. Tweeter Center. May 15th.

February Vacation has revealed itself to me. Not for nothing...it landed on my doorstep just in time, I was bout ready to go looney tunes. In honor of me not going batty, I figure I will take in some real LOON TOONS.

Here are some other good things happening in and around the Bay State this lovely and lil chully Feb. week
:: Monday The Foo Fighters ::

:: Wednesday @ The Roxy Daniel Johnston

:: Persepolis ::

:: SPORT SUMO SUITS @ the MFA ::





After leaving this post for a long time, I am glad to be back in it. It feels nice to have a little spot to catalogue the things that interest my addled mind.
Good Day.

"I don't see why we need to stand by and watch a country go communist due to the irresponsibility of its people. The issues are much too important for the Chilean voters to be left to decide for themselves."
Kissinger spewed these words just prior to the US orchestrated the Pinochet coup of September 11, 1973.


Knowing that he is a

• Why is no one questioning the fact that this souless warmonger of human being is running our country?
• Kissinger is a crminal.
  

The weather is wack-a-dack-a-doodle here in Lowell, MA.
Annie Lennox said it best with her 80's classic, have a listen.

I meant to post these things the other day but my silly computer was acting wacky. This was all meant to happen on Wednesday 11/29. Forgive the delay.

• This article speaks to the Disneyfication/McDonaldization of the whole world. Dublin can't sustain bookshops...not right in any way shape or form.
  

• Stranger than fiction, sadder than sad.
  

• Speaking of stranger than fiction, I just saw the movie at the suggestion of my film-majoring, little sister, Courts. I loved it for its originality and even more for the fact that Maggie Gyllenhaal plays a leftist baker in love with Will Farrell. She is kicking some butt and taking some names as of late and people are really starting to take note...
  

• Say it ain't so, Snoop, Snoop-a-loop.

• Tina Fey is one funky bitch and I thouroughly enjoy her sassy, outspoken ways.

• Lies, lies, lies. I used to use this strategy with my parents and teachers; if you keep up with a lie, people eventually believe it. Simplicity itself.

• Lauer's rebel yell.
  

• If it walks like a duck...
  

Labels: Talkin truth

Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 28, 1986

William S. Burroughs

For John Dillinger
In hope he is still alive

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts —

thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —

thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —

thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —

thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —

thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —

thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces —

thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers —

thanks for laboratory AIDS —

thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs —

thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business —

thanks for a nation of finks — yes,

thanks for all the memories... all right, let's see your arms... you always were a headache and you always were a bore —

thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

I don't know when I became such a documentary freak. I do know that each one I have watched struck a chord with something that was going on in my life at the time I watched it. Looking back at these films provides me with a flickering time machine. It helps me remember what the christ was going on in my life.

Here is the journey of Klusterfugged Keefe's life through films. Entry #1

The first one that I remember seeing happened to be Hoop Dreams. It follows two inner city, ballers, through the trials of poverty, dysfunctional families, injuries and recruitment. While I could attribute my love of this movie to me having some hoop aspirations of my own, I really think it kickstarted my infatuation with hip-hop culture and the like.
It was during this time that Papa Klusterfug confiscated Snoop's epic masterpiece Doggystyle after seeing the cover. Not sure why he took such umbrage with it...

Seems perfectly normal that a freckly-faced 8th-grader would have this artwork in their room, doesn't it? I mean every good party gal needs to know the lyrics to Lodi Dodi by heart...fo shizzle, papa tizzle. I was also grooving heavy on Biggie Smalls classic ditty, Juicy.I totally lived it - I too wondered why Christmas missed us. Birthdays was the worst days. Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay. Uh, damn right I like the life I live. 'Cause I went from negative to positive.
Klusterfug, out.

And it's all good baby-baby... 

I just recently discovered DOC DAY on Sundance channel. What a boon to my Mondays! Formerly known simply as MAMBO MONDAYS, the first day of my working week has been given a sweet little spruce up. I am the first to admit, the following films are anything but "upbeat".
Having said that, I am the type of gal if ever held captive and given the choice between a full on labotomy, or having to endure a continous loop of the pappy, vapidness that is Laguna Beach, would willingly cut my own skull open with a spoon.
I simply prefer the variety of stories and information that the well-crafted documentary offers me. If I am wrong, I don't want to be right.

Here are some of the recent Doc Day premieres I was fortunate to view.

Wetback: The Undocumented Documentary: Chronicles the hardships and horrible conditions of US immigrant workers. Without their "illegal" crossings and hard labor, the economy of the US and many others around the world would crumble.
*Illegal immigrants are a necessity and we should be thankful for their services. There should a system allowing some type of legalization of these men and woman. Instead of turnign a blind eye to the problem, maybe the fact the Mitt Romney used illegal immigrants to mow his principled, mormon grass has come to light, we can look forward to sensible and realistic discourse on this subject in '08.

The Bowery Dish: sad ode to the once gritty Bowery section of NYC. Also, provides a noteworthy and practical commentary on the effects of gentrifying a neighborhood.

Grey Gardens: The Maylses brothers bizarre and intriguing film details lives of Edith and Edie Bouvier Beales. Cousins of Jackie O and former NY socialites, these two woman have isolated themselves from society. The 1972 doc potrays the decay of the East Hampton estate they have holed up in along with the disturbing decay of their respective mental stabilities.

Rummy, out.