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About Me

My Interests

I'm not a big fan of the binary thinking, but here goes....

Interesting
I like things that are interesting, including: Naming the fake bands I'm in, naming other people's fake bands, musicking, making things, writing bad poetry, reading Nietzsche in airport bars, copyright infringement, quilted robots, posting non-face-featuring MySpace photos in order to irritate the fuck out of Kori, living on Gliese 281C, jasmine tea, chic cold misery, wanderlusting, wandering, and lusting.

Boring
I detest things that I find boring, including: baseball, apple pie, organized religion, smart guys who date dumb women, traffic, hippie shit (drum circles, jam bands, poor hygiene, etc.), moral superiority, KROQ, Hawks movies, Jimmie Stewart, settling (down), poor jukebox etiquette (blog rant forthcoming), partisan politics, and the culture of fear.

I'd like to meet:

Do you want to sing a duet/triplet/whatever with Dick and I? If yes, you're my kinda man/woman.

See also the p.s. in my movies section.

Music:

I like music as much as Joseph Arthur likes God. Maybe even more.

I especially like 2/$1 records from my neighborhood thrift store, Troy's Bucket, Beginner Intermediate, the Walkmen, James Chance (and aliases), Adam and his fabulous Ants, the Feelies, Celebration, Orange Juice, Wire, Talking Heads, Bowie, the Jam, the Blow, Pavement, the Magnetic Fields, Television, Love, the Fall, !!!, Johnny Carroll, etc. etc. etc...

It's a damn shame that Pavement never covered Joy Division at any of the shows I went to, but thanks to MyGod for bringing it to the masses, just the same: http://www.myspace.com/paavement

Movies:

I'm supposedly a big movie snob, but this bad rep is undeserved. I love noir, Gus Van Sant's Gerry, Liquid Sky, Pierrot le Fou, anything by Sam Fuller, that part in The Rose when Bette Midler says "Fuck this shit" and a bunch of other stuff.

Best film I've seen recently: Road House (1948)

Former best films:
Mysterious Skin
Breakfast on Pluto
In Cold Blood (1967)
Forty Guns
This Film is Not Yet Rated
Half Nelson
The Science of Sleep
Border Radio
The Godless Girl
Red Road

P.S. Anyone who wants to fund a project in which I re-edit The Godless Girl into a "punk film" without introducing any non-original sounds/images, get in touch.

Television:

OK, so I watched Rock Star: INXS. The whole season. What, you think Michael Hutchence wouldn't have wanted to be replaced by a reality TV fame whore? You wanna fight?

When I'm not feebly attempting to defend Rock Star: INXS I also enjoy watching Family Guy, Arrested Development (RIP), How I Met Your Mother, and Project Runway. (Long live Bradley)

And after two seasons of resistance, I have succumbed to Lost retardation.

Books:

Thus far I've found Jonathan Safran Foer, Salman Rushdie, and Roland Barthes to be pretty consistently inspirational.

Anything that makes me want to scribble furiously in the margins with colored pencil.

Madlibs.

Heroes:

Kim Gordon
PJ Harvey
Pigman (see blog)

My Blog

Nuclear proliferation

Take one: an oldie but goodieTake two: defined, as I would like to define it, as "cataclysmic accumulation" it can mean just about anything. A certain claustrophobia. A certain throwback t...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 04:11:00 PST

Good luck Japanese baby!

(Thanks Brett)The children of punk rock are upon us, my friends. They can often be found sporting baby converse and baby fauxhawks, nestled in designer strollers pushed by their formerly rebelli...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 03:20:00 PST

Be mine, pigman

So it's Valentine's Day and I admit to a certain amount of guilt, having not made any time for my true love. That's right. Pigman, the man I love best in all of greater LA did not rec...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:33:00 PST

Nietzsche at the party

So I'm at this party and Nietzsche's ghost walks up to me, says: Here it is -- your abysmal thought. Thanks I say, and take another sip of my drink. I awake the next morning with Zarathust...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 08:17:00 PST

This ain't no Mudd Club, no CBGB

This is Royce Hall on the UCLA campus. Pere Ubu playing in conjunction with X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes. Now, don't get me wrong, the live underscore was a unique and fantastic experien...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:15:00 PST

pardon my freedom?

The other day I was reading a Greil Marcus article in which he says "Freedom's just another word for a mess someone else has to clean up." I was quite impressed with this simple statement as it ...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 10:38:00 PST

Meet Ze Monsta

We throw around the word monster often, perhaps a little too zealously. Perhaps a little too uncritically. The word's etymology betrays a relation to "montrer," French for "to show." ...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:36:00 PST

Barthes' Walkmen

I just finished Barthes' A Lover's Discourse after months of starts and stops. It occurred to me that the easiest way to talk about it is to pick a figure, as he often does.I realized, especiall...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 05:29:00 PST

Let's break... on... down.

Indie rockers, I implore you brothers and sisters... DANCE. TO. THE. MUSIC. Now, I'm not suggesting you have to shuffle off to buffalo everytime someone steps on stage, BUT...&...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 12:28:00 PST

Why I love Forty Guns by Laurel

Note: This blog will be written in the style of a 3rd grade book report even though it's a 20th grade movie review because, well, whatever.Forty guns is a very good movie. It is about some broth...
Posted by Muscat Sally on Tue, 16 May 2006 07:19:00 PST