Off the Beaten Path

I think Josh and Jeremy hit upon a good topic to discuss – how or what lead us to liking more than what we were being fed by the radio.

I don’t remember exactly what started me in the new direction, but Alex and Rebekah played a big part. They weren’t listening to anything that wasn’t already being played on the radio, but one day they made a couple purchases based on someone’s recommendation. I don’t know who that was, but I’d have to thank them as well. The newly acquired albums were Where You Been by Dinosaur Jr., and Juandice by Lucy’s Fur Coat.

Juandice immediately became their album of the moment, and with good reason. They hailed from San Diego (I think), but they played a hard, southern-style rock that was a lot of fun. Alex and Rebekah hadn’t even touched Where You Been so I decided to borrow it. Man, I’ll never forget the moment I first listened to it. The very first chord hit me like a freight train. Then there was his voice. The deep, nasally depression that was J Mascis.

Then there were the Smashing Pumpkins. That was due to Alex and Rebekah, and hearing “Disarm” on the radio. I’ve listened to Siamese Dream probably more times than any other album I’ve ever owned. I’d put that one on repeat before going to bed. I did that many a night.

Another song that hit me hard the first time I heard it was “Stars” by Hum. That one I heard on the radio. Hum took me many places.

I can go on and on, but those were the big ones.

Say it may be so

I’ve had a plethora of harsh feelings regarding Weezer over the past few years and it all began with the Green Album. More recently those feelings soured with my sudden distaste of Maladroit. Now, I languidly watch the band’s website every day as they chart their return to the studio in attempt to record their 5th studio album. Recording at a breakneck pace, Weezer plans to get as much work done as possible before the band’s diminutive leader Rivers Cuomo heads back to school. And as I type this I can’t help but think to myself, “If they pick up where Pinkerton left off, they could once again be my favorite band”.

On the way back from the second Braid show last month, Alex pulled out Pinkerton from the confines of Gabe’s CD jacket. Maybe it was the mood that passed between us that night and maybe it was the aftershock of seeing one of indie’s greats, but whatever it was, Weezer’s second album resonated in me like never before.
I’ve always liked Pinkerton. To many it was the stepson of Rivers Cuomo that won its way into the hearts of Weezer fan everywhere. But to me it will always be “the second best”. That night though it felt like something much more; for me it sounded like the continual spark of a movement that never really saw its fulfillment in my eyes. I didn’t say anything like that at the time, I simply sung along to the music with the rest of the car.
And then a few days ago I resurrected Pinkerton from my CD collection and gave it another spin…and then another...and then another. All in all, I must have listened to that album 20 times in the past few days. Why, I couldn’t possibly fathom. That is, I didn’t understand it until I began to grapple with the fact that Weezer used to be my favorite band. That’s right, used to be. Radiohead holds the mantle these days, but back when I was new to the world of music, before I even had a CD collection, Weezer stood as the undefeated champions of my youth. As sappy as this may sound, they were the musical icons I choose to represent “my voice” in the world. Rivers Cuomo and his band of geeks became my generational spokesmen. And then they wrote the Green Album. I can’t quite accept that straightforward, mechanical exertion of music, but Cuomo seems to be absolutely fond of it. Personally, I’ll take the unhinged, raw expression of feeling found within Pinkerton.
When I listened to Pinkerton the other day I felt like I came to a crossroads with my “former favorite band”. Knowing that a new album may be just around the corner, I can only hope that they pick up where Pinkerton left off. I just want Weezer to be a group of songwriters now, not rockers and most certainly not song technicians.

And so here it is: Let’s say their next album fulfills the promise set down by Pinkerton. Let’s say that Weezer’s 5th album disregards the poppy sound beloved by our current MTV viewers, and immerses itself in the dark innuendo and self-depreciation enjoyed by the band’s real fans. If such a thing were to happen, and I’d be completely surprised if it did, then I’d be willing to give the champions their crown back. That’s right. Weezer could be my spokesmen again. Their music could be the soundtrack to my life once more. Pinkerton proved that Cuomo had a songwriting talent that went unappreciated by a generation of teeny-boppers, and if Cuomo has any sense during these recording sessions, he’ll let that talent create a work that can once again reflect the thoughts of fans like me.

Afterwards

Thanks for enduring that casting call. A less self-indulgent post later. For now, what's up with The Wire? Maybe it's post tour let-down, but it's been a while since I've read anything from Nanna and his crew.

Casting Call

In the next screenwriting contest I plan to enter, one of the prizes for the top three winners is a possible meeting with a major motion picture studio. Not that my script could make it that far (although I’d certainly be pleased if it did), but still, it got me wondering who I’d suggest the studio cast for the film if I ever made it that far.
Yeah, I’m a looser. I’ll get to edit my short story today, I promise! But let’s just play “what-if” for a moment.

What if “Last Rights” got optioned to be made into a feature film? Who would play who?

Johnny Boscow – Johnny Depp

screenplay description of Boscow - "Across the nightstand, sitting cramped on the right side of the bed, is JOHNNY BOSCOW, 31, tall dark and contrite."

The story’s weird main character, despondent late night host Johnny Boscow, would be played by the weird actor Johnny Depp. (Similarities between the character and actor’s first names are unintended by the way; I wrote the part as a possible role for Gabe. But if you know your late night history then you probably understand why I chose to name my main character Johnny).
Depp’s frantic, more satirical and world weary persona would have to be shown in this film. Brock H. Brown would coach Depp to play the part like “a good boy scout who’s escorted an old lady and her very heavy packages for one block too many”.

Albert Reily – Philip Seymour Hoffman

Johnny’s spiteful and self-serving head writer (and later sidekick) would have to be played by a unique and organic character actor. He’d have to be able to be sweet as sugar one moment and then black and acidic as bile the next. Hoffman is the perfect build for Albert, and his skills would enable him to play the roll well.

Max Powers – Bruce Campbell

Who better to play late night’s b-list host then b-list actor Bruce Campbell? He’s got the goofy, overly heroic build and the charisma to face off against Depp in a TV “winner takes all”.

Robert Gleck - Dylan Baker

Baker is yet another fluid character actor who also has the right age and mettle to take on the considerable role of the plot’s secondary character, Johnny’s producer. Baker would have to wear a headpiece that would make him look like he’s balding, but other then a few light makeup changes, he’s primed to be the man behind the stage, freaking out at the loss of sponsors.

Shortie

Gabe, you should have my short story by tonight. I'm gonna run through it quick to clean it up and then you can read it and tell me what you think.
You readers out there who have been waiting for it, be patient. I figured, why post just snippets when I can clean it up and have the entire story online this week?

Check It Out

Brock and I have posted pieces of our scripts on The Study of Leonard Hughes. Brock, where's the short story?