Showing posts with label miami vice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miami vice. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Oops, I crapped my pants...
Well, that was last week actually, but regardless - I'm old. I've tried to fight it, I have... but, given the technology growth in the last 5-10 years, that really equals about a 20 year of generation gap.
I was hanging backstage last night at the Exit In with one of the bands I manage. There were several young bands on the bill that evening, then there was me - old dude. Earlier in the evening, I had dug an old Ocean Pacific wallet out of a drawer to replace the bad ass man purse that was recently stolen. My place in the universe started to solidify when I realized that the Op wallet was indeed, older than every member of every band.
Now the music scene has really changed in Nashville through the years, and there's some really great indie rock happening right now. Hipster music, created by and for hipsters. It is really good shit. It just doesn't seem that long ago that my band played the weekly showcase at the Exit In, however, in hipster years, it was decades ago. If I was to play these kids our old CD they would tool on me. Hell, the already tool on me. Although, I took 'you look like something off Miami Vice ' as a compliment.
As I sit in my robe and watch the NBA playoffs, TNT constantly plugs their new family comedy series, 'Are We There Yet?' produced by Ice Cube. (insert screeching sound...) What?! Ay dios mio. A lot can change in 22 years.
I couldn't find the promo clip for the show, but I did find this recent Dr. Dre commercial. Below that is my first intro to Dr. Dre and Ice Cube. Could you ever have imagined these guys selling Dr. Pepper?
Yeah, Dr. Pepper that ass with bullets.
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miami vice,
ocean pacific,
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Winners and Losers - NFL week 5
Well, we're through the first 5 weeks of the season, and I thought I'd mix it up a little. Instead of the past week, I'm going to look more at what I've learned so far this season.
First off, the biggest surprises:
Disappointments:
First off, the biggest surprises:
- Gotta go with the Broncos on this one. I really thought Josh McDaniels might be looking for a new job next year. Not just for losing games, but more so running off Jay Cutler and potentially Brandon Marshall then losing games.
- For the first few weeks I was in denial, but then they beat Dallas and New England I had to eat the proverbial crow. Looking back, the lucky tip in game one may have not been luck after all, but instead the arrival of Johnny 'Good' Karma.
- Second, the Bengals. Yep, 4-1. Hard Knocks that shit.
- Miami is still winning games with the wildcat. Pretty amazing.
- The 49'er's are showing up to play, and playing hard. Welcome back San Francisco.
- Oh yeah, that Brett Farve game against Green Bay. Really didn't think he had it in him.
Disappointments:
- Well, you don't have to look any further than my hometown of Nashville, TN. 13-3 to 0-5, and it's not going to get any easier when they head to Foxboro on Sunday. The window of opportunity in Tennessee has shut and the question is, where do they go from here. First stop - probably a quarterback in the first round of the 2010 draft.
- The Oakland Raiders have actually digressed. How is that even possible?
- The Carolina Panthers. Very similar to the Titans in a way. Too much talent to be losing.
- The Colts are still good. Damn it man.
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crabtree,
hard knocks,
manning,
mc hammer,
miami vice,
mix it,
oakland
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Trying to get regular, with my blogging of course
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So, just a few months after the end of Ronald Moore's re-imagined Battlestar Galactica, those money grubbing bastards at Universal Pictures are fast-tracking yet another, BSG movie for the theaters.
It looks as if they've signed on Bryan Singer to direct the new, um, newer, excuse me, newest version of this space opera. I can almost see a Les Grossman-esque (Tom Cruise in Tropic Thunder), movie mogul, slapping that ass while talking about the G-5. Yes, the airplane.
As a kid, the original series was a favorite of mine. As I look back though, it was more like 'Star Wars' for your television, at a time with home video had yet to hit. I had BSG toys, hell, I had BSG birthday parties. Needless to say, when Sci-Fi Network announced that they were releasing an updated Battlestar Galactica mini-series in the December of 2003, I couldn't wait. I mean holy shit, Starbuck's a girl and Adama is Lt. Castillo from Miami Vice? It's fucking brilliant.
While I expected an update to the classic, what I got instead was an amazing drama with depth and layers that you rarely find in television. Ronald Moore's version of Battlestar Galactica was more social commentary then swash-buckling space adventure. Politics, religion, terrorism, and segregation, as well as some pretty cool space shit. Not gonna lie.
I won't go on about the greatness of Moore's BSG, only suggest that you Netflix that moe foe if you haven't yet seen it.
So that brings me back the point, if there is one. I'm really disappointed by the news of yet another remake. At only 34, I've lived long enough to see 3rd generation remakes. Sad. Remake Star Wars motherfucker, and let the goodness be. Better yet, go see District 9 and get inspired to make something different.
Or, you can always develop a Thundercats movie.
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edward james almos,
geeks,
miami vice,
mothership,
nerds,
poop jokes
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