still in a reggie watts haze. this particular video isn’t very funny, but i watch it CONSTANTLY. the song he constructs is perfection. i can’t begin to wrap my brain around how many amazing improvisational songs he’s released into the ether; i’m so glad somebody captured this one.
“…so she said something about going to the laser show at stone mountain,” he said.
last night i was talking to a friend who recently moved to atlanta and he mentioned the stone mountain laser show. i immediately felt a chill of weird excitement. i grew up in stone mountain, and like any teenager who grew up in stone mountain, i did a summer bid at the park. it was my first job: selling funnel cakes and cotton candy during the nightly laser show. i had that thing memorized. at the end of that summer, i vowed to never see that freakin’ laser show again.
so naturally 20 years later i had the sudden urge to see that freakin’ laser show. oh, nostalgia.
i got a chance to see it in the summer of 2009. during one of the more surreal nights of my life, i found myself on the big lawn in front of that huge slab of granite, once again waiting for the carving of three confederate army heroes on horseback to be outlined by technology, as elvis presley’s “dixie” plays on the sound system. there’s even a picture of this moment, taken by my friend april:
yeah. surreal.
and that’s my GPOY for today.
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Heads up, NYC. Sunday, May 27, 2012. Memorial Day Weekend. The flyer says it all. This is happening ONE NIGHT and ONE NIGHT ONLY. No cover. I’m your host. DJ Brainchild on the wheels.
If you’re comin’ thru, drop us a note on the Facebook invite page. And to get you ready, stream the mix that inspired the party (and download it here). I predict greatness for this special night. And hangovers / sore feet for Monday morning. You comin’ thru?
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS??? who’s ready to ride up to NYC with me? (i’m about 57% serious about this.)
(…now i’m at 63%.)
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looks like my boy 3D* is back!
john mayer just released an album, judging by the number of times he’s come across my desk this week. real talk: the only other artist that will probably send me to therapy besides beyonce is john mayer. well, that was probably the case before that disastrous one-two punch of those interviews in playboy & rolling stone back in 2010. yikes.
so yeah, i gotta work out my feelings about john mayer, like how it’s ridiculous that i have feelings that i should work out - but hey, humans are complex creatures. i will say this, though: i will ride or die for his song gravity.
*3D = david duke dick
it’s three in the morning and i’m still trying to process what happened. last night, i opened for reggie watts. it went well. it went very well. at roughly 350 people, it was BY FAR the largest audience i’ve ever performed for. and they laughed. they laughed at goofy premises and punchlines and tags that i’ve thought up in the shower or while walking my dog or while on stage at that minute; their upturned smiling faces illuminated by dimmed lights.
god. the feeling. it’s so hard to explain. i can only hope that you will find a thing that fills you with as much joy and love and confusion and acceptance as comedy does for me.
I watched Pretty In Pink again over the weekend (on a local Atlanta channel, edited, just like the old days man), then saw this whole thing on Twitter yesterday. So good!
P.S. Rewatching the film, I made the startling realization that I now identify with the Annie Potts character. Like, you can come to my apartment and I’ll give you nurturing hugs and prom advice. Don’t waste good lip gloss, you guys.
when pretty in pink opened, i bought my ticket an hour early. i walked up to the box office, dressed in head-to-toe pink. the surly teenager behind the counter looked at me, blinked, and said, “let me guess.” so, this twitter conversation = HOLY SHIT.
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i have no idea how i’ve been getting by without this in my life.
i just stumbled upon a new video by E-40. there’s nothing particularly special about it - just dudes and dames having fun with ultraviolet light in the club.
but doesn’t that night club seem….sparsely attended? like, it feels like they rented out a club & lured a few people with vague promises of you tube stardom and chicken fingers.
i seem to remember a time where “the club” in a video felt like the actual CLUB.
you can’t convince me that all of those people were just packed in at club vision/the velvet room/the tunnel/the kit kat club or whatever, and somebody thought, “hey, let’s turn on some of these cameras we have propped up everywhere.”
being in the club used to be so effortless, y’know?
fuck it. let’s use this okcupid the way it’s meant to be used.