Same Tempo, New Song

Sunday is the Lord's day, god dammit, so I'd like to do something a little different.

I fucking love...

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World- Without getting into spoilers and while trying not to sound like a doting fanboy, this movie was awesome. It's glitzy, sensually assaulting, campy in all the right ways, and emotional in all the wrong (which actually turn out to be right, because we're all too cool for non-ironic emotional expression). The entire cast was fantastic, from the leads to the evil exes to the bitchy, gay roommate. Especially the bitchy, gay roommate. Thank you Kieran Culkin. Sure the entire thing is video-game tinged and completely over-the-top, but at the same time it still manages to make believable, sympathetic characters, as well as brutally honest, razor-sharp caricatures of every type of pretentious, indie, underground 20-something asshole. Yes, even you (and yes, even me). The entire scene-appeal of the film might be lost if you've never personally known someone who went to Vegan Academy, but it's hard for me to gauge. Either way, if you don't mind some sarcasm with your surrealistic beat-'em-up, or vice versa, I would highly recommend checking it out.

But I still don't like...

Trying to follow the music scene- As a purely personal problem, this movie did remind me what a pain in the ass it was to try and keep on top of good, new music before it blew up to the point of leprous popularity. As someone with a constant twitch in my pants to spill my seed over awesome bands I've never heard before, it feels slightly tragic to hate the effort it takes to learn about them. This doesn't make the quality of a lot of up-and-coming acts any less entertaining. What it does do is make the over-saturation of the market and the media about it somewhat tragically disenchanting to me personally. I'm going to go ahead and blame the internet, as I am eighty years old. I'll also point out that this isn't bitching with any purpose, and I certainly don't have ideas on how to solve it, I just think it sucks that I would feel burnt out about trying to follow something I enjoy in my early 20's. So rather than try and figure out the next big thing (if I ever could), I'm going to go ahead and strap up my hot-pants, leather dress shirt and Flock-of-Seagulls-haircut and download some old Pulp albums. You wanna sleep with common people, like me?