Saturday, August 31, 2002
Lord of the Rings: 88
McGrupp Grading Scale: Just like school, 70 is failing. 80 is good, 90 is great. 94+ buy this film. Then again, I’m completely making all this up, shit talkin' mostly, so it doesn’t matter anyway.
Previous Screened Films:
Sidewalks of New York: 92
Godsford Park: 92
Orange County: 90
Black Hawk Down: 90
Not Another Teen Movie: 89
Shallow Hall: 87
Monster’s Ball: 81
Friday, August 30, 2002
Friday Morning Rant
The strike. The Baseball Strike. It’s everywhere: in the papers, on TV, on the TAO. There is no middle ground here, because whether or not there is a strike, the bottom line is that whatever happens in the next few days will be nothing more than a band-aid on a large grossly infected wound, a deep gash that has been bleeding for decades.
Just like the blitz of the sudden rash of kidnappings across America, our media and TV have been focusing on " this missing child" or focusing on the trial of "this psycho kidnapper". Yes, these are horrible crimes and is on the top lists of everyone’s (especially parent’s) worst nightmares. But in reality, kidnappings are down in previous years. There has been in spike in all general violent crimes and more people have been murdered in the Bronx (317 this year thru AUG) than been kidnapped (6 thru August). The bottom line is that there is a lot of freaky shit that has been going on and as usual, America is too distracted to be paying attention. After all, the average American’s attention span for domestic and global affairs is roughly the same as trying to get Tom Green to sit still for 3 minutes without doing anything or saying anything stupid. It’s impossible.
As America wakes up to another day of enduring freedom, and scratches it’s collective ass and wonders whether or not there will be a baseball strike, they completely miss what’s been going on in back rooms in Washington and in religious schools in Saudi Arabia. How our politicians are selling out individual’s rights and privacy issues, in new laws and legislation, in order to cover THEIR OWN ASSES just in case something else (similar to 9.11) goes down. Have you seen or heard from Hillary Clinton these days?? It seems the political pundits are more concerned with how they will look during the next attack (as Rumsfeld say, "We don’t know when, we don’t know where… but they are coming.") than actually doing something to prevent the next attack and most importantly to me: contain fundamental Isalm across the world, in America, in Saudi Arabia and elsewhere. These are the same people, Hillary et al, who tell you that we need to be "good citizens and get in line," but fail to tell you that the world population will DOUBLE in the next 40 years and that oh maybe Americans will be outnumbered by Muslims 8 to 1 or maybe 10 to 1 in the next few decades, which means more funerals, more wars, more headaches and suicide bombers for our kids and grandkids to deal with. Shit, to hell with baseball, it’s a wonderful distraction, I fucking LOVE the Yankees, but in order for me to sleep safely at night, I want to know that America is taking care of business where it should be dealt with. Oil, Saudis, water and education should be the TOP 4 topics each night on the news. But it isn’t. Why?
And if I hear one more redneck tell me it’s un-American to strike because of 9.11, I’ll personally go to Bumblefuck, Kentucky, kick down the unhinged door to his trailer park, bitch slap the soiled NASCAR hat right off his dense head, drag his tighty-whitey wearin’ ass out to his septic tank, and show him pictures of 15 of the 9.11 hijackers, while grabbing him buy his greasy mullet and shouting, "You are the fucking traitor, Billy Bob!! While you and your sister/wife are eating cheez-doodles, eating Big Macs, and drinking Budweiser tall-boys while cussin’ at ESPN, these men, all from Saudi Arabia and thousands more are plotting to kill more and more of us, our allies, and our model for democracy. So while you sit on your ignorant ass and hurl insults at Bud Selig, A-Rod, or George Steinbrenner, just remember that each minute you waste with petty distractions like the baseballl strike or whether or not the word GOD is in our pledge allegience, one more soldier of destruction sneaks into America, another suicide bomber straps up his bomb vest, more terrorists are training to use weapons of mass destruction, and another seven year old kid is brainwashed into thinking that America is full of dumb stupid ass rednecks who only care about tits, ass, TV, and baseball. Well, Billy Bob, who’s team are you on?"
I say, fuck it, go strike. No baseball. Use the time to show pictures of all the people who died on 9.11, hook up AL-Jezera TV and see all the anti-American garbage the Middle East is flooding the airwaves with, and maybe the people America will do something about this mess we’re waist deep in, instead of letting the greedy scumbags that we blindly throw into office make crucial decisions that will cost our children and children's children billions of dollars, and mounds of blood and flesh. Until the American people start to understand what we are up against today and in the future, we will always be the stupid, drunken rednecks that the world thinks we are.
OK, I'm done, now get the fuck out of my office. Some of us have real jobs to do.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
My Smurfette Theory is as follows:
As we know, Smurfette was chemically engineered by Gargamel, as a latter-day whore/temptress/whathaveyou, in order to dupe and foil the incredibly gullible Smurfs. But her chemistry was amended by Papa Smurf, who turned her into a good Smurf from a bad, evil, hooker Smurf. Smurfette was quickly accepted into the Smurf community, and rightfully so! She was, after all, just like the other Smurfs, except for the fact that she was blonde and that she wore a white dress. Did she even have breasts?
So, here is this chick, she's the ONLY chick amidst all of these little blue guys. And these Smurfs were so dense, so naive, that they never saw that poor Smurfette was lonely, aching, needing companionship. Instead, they all go about their smurfy little lives, doing their smurfy little chores, smurfing and ignoring pauvre Smurfette.
Someone has intimated that the Smurfs were collectively homosexual. I don't know that that is necessarily true. I do think, however, that they were simple, basic. I think that Smurfette had a vibrator that she used every night (and sometimes in the day) in her lonely little mushroom shack.
And yes, I am almost certain that she had a...
Now, I must admit: My name is McGrupp and I'm a Sorority Life-a-holic. In case you are out of the loop. Here's what has been going on:
In last week's episode: Sigma Alpha Epsilon Pi holds a formal dance in San Francisco, which all of the girls attend. Bad impressions are left, however, when Mara and Jordan and their dates leave the event early AND insist in switching hotel rooms; and when a sunglasses clad and drunken Candace and Amanda and their dates leave---and then return, the sisters get irked. The highlight was when Jordan and her date ditched the formal and went to a strip bar. Jordan Crying Count: 1
In last night's new episode: The sisters are super pissed at the pledges for their disruptive and disrespectful behavior at formal and are threatening to kick the girls out of Sigma. While this is going on, Jordan's grandmother passes away and she is in the middle of dealing with a family crisis AND getting grief from pissed off, catty, snippy sisters. Jordan Crying Count: 3 times
Next week? What will happen? Will the girls get the boot? Or will they stick it to Sigma and quit before that happens. Tune in to find out. Oh by the way, if anyone gets me Jordan's cell phone number, I will give you a Pauly Painting.
Monday, August 26, 2002
Sunday, August 25, 2002
Friday, August 23, 2002
August 2002 (Vol. 1, Issue 3)
This month's issue features two stories from Señor, one about a love story in Cambodia and the other about his recent self exploration in Thailand. Jessica E. Lapidus shares with us a childhood experience on the Dragon Coaster. Contributing once again is Armando Huerta who gives us a humorous take on gun toting prostitutes in Brazil. Zobo takes us to the Fuji Rock Festival in Japan. Skipford Van Beaverhausen dishes us the scoop on fine dining in Orlando. And yours truly, Tenzin McGrupp has two stories to share. The first is an account of my Phishy travels in Nagoya, Japan and the other story recalls the saddest day in Grateful Dead history, the day Jerry Garcia died. Relax, enjoy, and please tell your friends about this site. Thanks for all your support. Salukis! McG
• Nagoya by Tenzin McGrupp
• Playland by Jessica E. Lapidus
• An Insider’s Guide to Orlando Restaurants by Skipford Van Beaverhausen
• Jacaranda Hookers by Armando Huerta
• Furthur by Señor
• Zobo's Tie by Zobo
• Cambodian Love Story by Señor
• Jerry Day by Tenzin McGrupp
Thursday, August 22, 2002
Theo is van Gogh's brother, an art dealer who lived in Paris. The letters from Vincent to his beloved brother Theo are required reading for anyone who wants to understand the tortured artist. In them, van Gogh provides deep insights into his working process, providing details on his motifs and compositional decisions. These letters are almost an essential accompaniment to his paintings. He wrote these infamous letters while a voluntary patient at the St. Remy asylum, during the last two years of his life. He died in 1890, having sold only one painting, following a botched suicide attempt.
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
Monday, August 19, 2002
Days Since I Quit Donuts: 29!
Pounds Lost: 12
Current Weight: 167
I almost ate an Enteman's chocolate covered donut last night! It was in my hand, and I picked it up and nearly put it in my mouth, but I stopped and put it back, closed the box and walked away. 29 days, sober from donuts. The pastry smack, the mother of all snacks... chocolate donuts.
Sunday, August 18, 2002
Saturday, August 17, 2002
Here's a bit:
Nearly two years after they last played together in public, Phish announced Wednesday (August 14) that they are ending their extended hiatus.
A winter mini-tour has already been scheduled and will include three sets on New Year's Eve at New York City's Madison Square Garden, followed by three shows January 2-4 at Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia.
The band plans to schedule additional tour dates in 2003 and will likely record an album next year, the group's management said.
Friday, August 16, 2002
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
PHISH is... BACK!From phish.com...
PHISH returns to the stage after an extended hiatus for four concerts beginning with a three-set concert at Madison Square Garden in New York City on December 31, 2002. Following that show, they will perform three nights at the Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia, January 2, 3 and 4, 2003. The band plans to schedule additional tour dates later in 2003 and will likely record an album sometime next year as well.
Looks like it's time to get back on the train!
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Monday, August 12, 2002
"I have a girlfriend too, but she is a virgin, I can't even give her a fucking hug!!!!! Thank God for the whores.... I've gotten two job offers already but I ain't ready to work yet, besides, trying to come up with stories for Truckin' is a full time job!!.... For the last few days, I have been living with two cute 21 year old chicks from Singapore. Tonight they are cooking for me.... Oh and still no play from my Thai girlfriend.... haven't had a drink in quite a while.... This week I begin my studies to become a Reiki Master.... very similar to Jedi Master, accept in stead of Yoda my master is a hot Malysian chick!"
Sunday, August 11, 2002
RIP: Michael Houser
"May we live long and lucky..." - Widespread Panic, Old Joe
Mikey Houser, guitar player for Widespread Panic died yesterday after his fight with brain cancer. I got the sad news from WranglerSpace.org.
Here is an excerpt from a letter he wrote to fans last month. Read it all at: Mikey's Message.
As some of you know, I have contracted a terminal form of cancer. I want to assure all of you that all that can be done has been done, and I want to thank all of you who have contributed information, medicine, and so on. As for me, I am at my home in Athens, GA, surrounded by my family, and being well taken care of. In the words of Lou Gehrig, "Though some of you may have thought I have caught a bad break, I feel like the luckiest man in the world."
Between my best friends, J.B., Todd, Sunny, Dave and JoJo, and you, our friends, and best support group in the world, I feel strong and well taken care of. I have hopes of playing again soon, although I can't say for sure when or where, and I hope to see you all there.
With much thanks and love,
Editor's Note: 12 years ago this fall, John Wilkins took me to my first WIDESPREAD PANIC show at the Center Stage in Atlanta. Blues Traveler opened. Since then I have seen WSP over 50 times, in 10 plus states. Recently, WSP had jumped to the top of the list of my favorite bands to see LIVE. Indeed after the three kick ass shows at the BEACON THEATRE in NYC last Summer, I turned to Señor and said, "Yeah these guys are the best LIVE show around..."
Señor and I decided to drive to Asbury Park, NJ to go see them last November. And we got a taste of SOUTHERN FRIED PANIC, becuase alot more people from the SOUTH traveled to that show, and they were hootin & hollerin and get all kinds of shitty and drunk and rowdy, and we loved that! Especially when the girl sitting next to me heard the distinct drawls of the group in front of us and she yelled, "Are y'all from the South?" That made me giggle.
Man, it's sad to say that the SOUND of his guitar that Mikey brought each night will be missed.
One show that sticks out was a show from 2000, when Señor and I went to Atlantic City to see the boys. The show was in the TAJ MAHAL! That's Trump's Casino! I didn't know he dug WSP. It was one of the coolest things I ever did. I was playing BLACKJACK at one of the tables and then Señor said, "Yo, the show's starting!" We walked 20 yards into the hallway of the TAJ, and the entrance to the auditorium was right there in the hallway. The lights dimmed and the show started as soon as we walked in! It was trippy cool and perfect timing. The next 3 hours, Panic kicked my ass and the entire audience was reeling that night, especially after the rippin version of PUSHERMAN > Climb to Safety. That still gives me chills. At setbreak, we walked right back to the floor of the casino and I played Blackjack for 20 minutes before returning to hear another set of Panic.
Thanks to John Wilkins for turning WSP onto me, and thanks to Señor who kept my interest in them burning strong. And Mikey, you will be missed. See you on the other side.
For an interesting review of the last few WSP shows (without Mikey) check out: WSP: MAY WE LIVE LONG AND LUCKY, 07.26-28
Saturday, August 10, 2002
Friday, August 09, 2002
Jerry Day 2
Jerry Garcia: August 1, 1942 - August 9, 1995
This is so clear to me, that it still hurts. Seven years ago, I had a day off from work and took in an afternoon New York Yankees baseball game at Yankee Stadium with my buddy Jerry Engel and that's when I found out that Jerry Garcia died. Cal Ripken hit two HRs that day, and that's something I haven't forgotten. After the game we took the subway down to Manhattan, and went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where I had been working as a security guard and that's when I talked to some fellow guards, who expressed their sadness to me. I somberly walked over to Strawberry Fields in Central Park, and gathered near John Lennon's Imagine Memorial were hundreds of Deadheads, from all walks of life, were paying homage to Jerry. Some were crying, some were getting high and passing around bottles of wine, some were singing and playing Jerry tunes, others were telling their favorite tour stories. But for me, I just sat in silence and remembered how just 54 days earlier... on June 15th, 1995... I met Jerry Garcia. While on the job at the Met, I saw Jerry walking through the American Wing late one Saturday night with his wife and I held a door open for him. He smiled and said, "Thank you very much." I couldn't muster up anything other than, "No worries." And I extended my hand, and the old and limping Jerry shook my hand, and he continuded on his way. The next night, I would see my very last Grateful Dead show, with Bruce Cohen.
At the time, it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. I shook Jerry Garcia's hand.
Today, I still say it's one of the Top 5 Moments of My Life.
"Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look it right."
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
Bruce Cohen saw the infamous WHO at MSG in NYC on Sunday. Here's his review:
"August 5, 2002. I saw the WHO... It was the second time I saw them. The last time was 20 years ago in 1982. In 1982, I drove down from Rhode Island with my Deadhead buddy and caught them at the Shea Stadium that summer. Kenny Jones was the newest member of the Who having replaced the immortal Keith Moon after his death.
Well, last night the RE-ENERGIZED WHO were playing at Madison Square Garden where they continued their summer tour after losing their Bassist John Entwistle just 2 weeks ago. John passed away from a heart attack.... apparently from the effects of cocaine. Despite the replaced Bassist (Paladino was the bass player for Pete Townshend's solo projects and live shows) the WHO ROCKED!!!!
Robert Plant opened up the show, though I got in a little late. I caught a wild hard rock version of MORNING DEW!!! My friend seemed to feel that Plant's voice was not quite what it used to be, but nonetheless he did do some ZEP tunes: "Babe I'm Gonna Leave You", "Four Sticks", and "Tall Cool One" (Plant's Solo album). He ended his set with "Whole Lotta Love".
Well...... THE WHO came on and they just did HIT after HIT opening with "Can't Explain" into "Substitute", "Bargain" then "The Kids Are Alright", "You Better You Bet", "Behind Blue Eyes". Daltrey's voice was still great and Townshend played extended lead solos on every tune. The WHO seemed to have the highest energy I have ever seen. The drummer Starkey (Ringo's son) RE-energized all of tunes, because his style is very .... very KEITH MOON like. While he keeps steady time (in the pocket) he also does those rolls all around the drum set like Keith Moon would do. In the middle of the set, they went into songs off of QUADROPHENIA, doing "Sea and Sand", "Drowned", and "5:15", which I didn't think they would do without Entwistle on bass. They did an amazing "My Generation" to end the set.
The Encores were from TOMMY which was the Rock Opera that they had performed live a few years back with drummer Simon Philips. They performed "Amazing Journey" which is a really cool melodic arrangement. Then they did "See me, Feel Me" which ended the show. The WHO are still among the Greatest Rock bands out there. I was way psyched and I was invaded by two wild guys from England who were heavy WHO freaks, so, I really got a true taste of what these WHO TYPES ARE ALL ABOUT........ GOTTA LOVE those two crazy druken bastards who sat next to me, they made the show......."
Tuesday, August 06, 2002
In today's NY Times they state that the assistant, Douglas Faneuil to Marth Stewart's stockbroker was ordered to warn Martha that the founder of ImClone Systems was selling large amounts of stock in late December. Mr. Faneuil has told prosecutors that he objected to the order but that the stockbroker, Peter E. Bacanovic, insisted. In addition, he told prosecutors that an explanation for Ms. Stewart's sale of nearly 4,000 ImClone shares on Dec. 27 was concocted after the fact. Wow, the bitch is going down!! I hope the FBI arrests her and makes her do the perp walk.
It's about time that the focus be shifted from scum sucking execs and CEOs and the light shifts to greedy individual investors, who's greed is part of the problem. This greed, is what the mainstream media seems to not talk about. Sure, billions of dollars were lost in the recent scandals, but half of that could have been prevented by investors who's focus was long term value investing, instead of profits now approach. They have not accepted any of this responsibility. It's not their brokers job to do all their prospectus reading for them, brokers are there to make recommendations and set investing goals, not to do all the research and reading for greedy, lazy ass Americans.
Monday, August 05, 2002
Night 2! Grateful Dead Reunion Setlist
The Other Ones 8.4.02, Alpine Valley Music Theater, East Troy, WI
Set 1: Jam > Cassidy > Brown Eyed Women, Black Throated Wind > Eyes of the World > Saint of Circumstance > Mountains of the Moon > Fire On the Mountain > Jack Straw
Set 2: Space > Drumz > Space > Playin' > Banyan Tree > Wheel > Playin', St. Stephen > Eleven > Terrapin > Let It Grow
Encore: Sugar Magnolia > Uncle John's Band > Box of Rain
Sunday, August 04, 2002
Grateful Dead Reunion Setlist
The Other Ones 8.3.02, Alpine Valley Music Theater, East Troy, WI
Set I: He's Gone Tease > Cryptical Envelopment > The Other One > Feel Like a Stranger, Bird Song, Lazy Lightning > Aiko- Aiko, Estimated Prophet, Casey Jones
Set II: Music Never Stopped, Baba Jingo, China Cat Sunflower > I Know You Rider, Morning Dew, Dark Star > Born Cross Eyed > Dark Star > Cryptical Reprise, One More Saturday Night
Encore: Help on the Way > Slipknot > Franklin's Tower
Read about the reunion: Here!
Saturday, August 03, 2002
7/28/02 Fuji Rock Festival 2002 -- Naeba, Japan
One Set: Shibuya, Cheekybird, All Behind You Now, Whole Lotta Love, Hang Nail*, Hamps Hump*, We Want the Funk (P-funk Medley) > Blackeyed Pea*^, Yes We Can, Little Miss Lover
* w/ Karl Denson
^ w/ George Clinton
Friday, August 02, 2002
Happy Jerry Day!!
Today is Jerry Garcia's birthday! To celebrate, I'm blogging (in the next 24 hours) as many Jerry Garcia Quotes as I can think of. Here are a few to start off with!
•"You do not merely want to be considered just the best of the best. You want to be considered the only ones who do what you do."
•"Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us."
•"Music is the timeless experience of constant change."
•"There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for you steps alone..."
•"Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil."
•"We need magic, and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it."