Album of the Week: The Pretty Things - Parachute

Ray Davies of the Kinks once said 'Whenever I want to hear new Beatles songs, I listen to Guided By Voices.' Which raises a good point: the boys from Liverpool ended their recording career four decades ago. Where to turn for "new Beatles songs?"

God's Lonely Man

Giving up social media for Lent! Blog entries will still auto post. Six week break.

Later today: Album of the Week.

Stripper Blow

The 2010 Muriel Awards wind to a close today with another round of smashing write-ups from the likes of Danny Baldwin, Patrick Williamson, James Frazier, Matthew Lotti, and others. Baldwin even made me rethink for a moment my apathy where Andrew Garfield's pallid screen presence is concerned. But then the moment passed.

Beginning at 1pm EST, the countdown to best picture will begin. I submitted a measly 197 words on WINTER'S BONE (pictured above, obviously). I found little to add to the ink that's already been spilled. As I say, it's a singular film, a rare Southern Gothic folk tale that doesn't aim to be some sort of liberal guilt social piece. BONE certainly moves Debra Granik to the top of my Can't Wait To See What's Next list.

Anyway, please stop by and explore the awards. They were a blast to participate in again this year and offer up a nice counterpoint to those other movie awards. At the very least, add OCTOBER COUNTRY, CARLOS, and VINCERE to your Netflix queue.

Thanks, as always, to Paul Clark and Steve Carlson, our very own Price Waterhouse Coopers.

(Regarding the post title: I'm ashamed to say that someone wound up here using the eponymous Google search. If you're reading this, I hope you went away empty-handed.)

(Don't) Touch Me, I'm Sick

Behind on my proposed schedule due to some head-spinning, stomach-churning thing that's attacked me ere these last 48 hours or so. Bear with me...