Saturday, November 29, 2008

Laura Wants To Be An Authoress

Soon-to-be former First Lady Laura Bush has confirmed that she’s writing a memoir and has met with publishers.

Why? What could she possibly have to say that’s remotely interesting or even worthwhile?

As a First Lady she pushed women back decades.

Please Laura, do us all a favor and don’t write a word.

Just go away, disappear.

And take your husband with you.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I Dig The Figs

My Baton Rouge experience continues...

Besides working fourteen hour days I’ve been able to enjoy some of the local food and culture. The food is delicious. It’s fried and fried is good. Of course I’ve been forcing myself to the gym on days off so I don’t one day soon wake up and be unable to look down and see my... feet.

I don’t want to get back to Los Angeles and not have anyone recognize me, nor do I want to be weighed on a Richter scale.

But enough about my potential future of diabetes and obesity. There’s something more fun I want to tell you about.

I was given a copy of a CD called “What Keeps Me Up At Night” from an Louisiana based all girl band named The Figs. That’s right, The Figs.
On my way home from work I slid that CD into the rental car stereo, raised the volume, and anticipated hearing something I’d hopefully like. The first song started and I was immediately hooked. Dare I say The Figs is my new favorite band?

The Figs is my new favorite band.

What’s their sound? It’s folk/country that spans both ends of that musical spectrum. It’s got this great vintage/retro feel but at the same time it’s contemporary. Ukuleles. Banjos. Guitars. Drums. Beautiful harmonies. It’s The Figs.

My favorite songs are “The Letter,” “Fly Around My Pretty Little Miss,” “Ruby Don’t Cry,” “Poppa Oh Poppa,” “Dear Colonel,” and “Guns.” But then there’s “”And So It Goes,” and “High Heeled Stomp,” and... oh damn, it’s the whole CD.
The Figs’ website is Check ‘em out.

Besides playing all over Louisiana, during the summer of 2009 the band will participate in the Country Rendez-Vous Festival in Craponne sur Arzon, France.

“What Keeps Me Up At Night” is in heavy rotation on my ipod, and the CD sits happily in my rental car stereo and will stay there until I leave Baton Rouge, where it will find its new home in my Los Angeles car stereo.

I really dig The Figs, and you will too.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

A Little Bit of Horns and A Little Bit of Wings

I found this photo on the Drudge Report today.

Looking closely at it I immediately saw heaven and hell... my future home... though which one is for me I couldn’t decide on.

If heaven has cool temperatures then hell is for me.

But if hell has moody, angry people all the time then heaven’s “up with people” crowd is for me.

I wonder if I could get both a heaven pass and a hell pass. You know, one that can get VIP entrance to both places, and never have to wait in line. This way when I get too hot I could cool off in the other, and when I get sick of the squeaky clean folk in heaven then I can hang with the wild crowd in hell.

Aah, decisions.

I guess this is one decision I can wait to make.

Until then I’ll continue to admire both places from afar.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

La Nouvelle Orlean

Aah... the French Quarter... Vieux Carre... New Orleans.

Saturday I had a deserved day off from working extremely long hours and decided to venture the sixty miles from Baton Rouge to New Orleans.

The last time I was in New Orleans was for Mardi Gras a few years ago while working on a video shoot. That time I was producing the Captain Morgan Rum website, and what better connection to pirates than Mardi Gras? It was five days of crowds, booze, bad behavior, beads, and bare breasts. In other words: one hell of a good time.

This time there were no pirates, no beads, and no drunken behavior.

I had a grand time.

A friend and I roamed the French Quarter, wandering away from the too-many-tourists of Bourbon Street to the side streets. It was like stepping into another world. The architecture, the people, and the food were a delight. I felt like I belonged there.

For lunch we ate at the Napoleon House on Chartres Street, and yes, I had jambalaya. It was delicious. Here’s a picture of my plate:

After wandering the various antique shops we ended up by the mighty Mississippi River to enjoy the view.

I love New Orleans.