The top ten continues…

I turn now to friend Vinnie Penn, who has supplied a top ten cd list all his own.  Hw swears he read neither mine nor Matt Bialer’s before putting together his list.  What’s most surprising his worst cd of the year.  And this is just a theory, and I’m accusing no one of anything, but…perhaps no one actually likes Vampire Weekend except for those who were paid off to like them.  It’s the only explanation that makes sense really.  The old payola machine still turning.  Nothing having changed much since the 1950s.  Like I said, just a theory of mine.  But it sure would explain things…

Anyway, here’s Vinnie’s list, and proof positive that he is a comic after all:

Vinnie Penn’s Top Ten CD’s of 2008: 

Counting Crows—-Sat. Nights/Sun. Mornings: A damn good reason I don’t mind not doing radio on a daily basis every day anymore; why weren’t at least 3 songs from this record in heavy rotation? Lyrically, Duritz is in top form.
 
Gaslight Anthem 59 Sound—Outrageous, how good this is. Plus they open for Jesse Malin. ‘Nuff said.
 
Malin Mercury Retrograde—Nobody out there is doing it better, and nobody can argue.
 
AC/DC Black Ice—-It’s ACDC. There wouldn’t be strippers without them. Be serious. 
 
Shinedown–The Sound of Madness: Proof that there is hope for rock ‘n roll on radio. 
 
Extreme—Saudades de Rock: Proof that there is hope for rock ‘n roll with record labels.
 
The Morning Of: Great piano, great harmonies. Makes me want to walk around NYC. 
 
Hold Steady—Stay Positive: Could’ve had one or two more strong tracks but the ones that are are just window-down anthems. Love this band. 
 
Candlebox—Into the Sun: The last song on the CD alone makes it worth getting. 
 
Rick Springfield—Venus in Overdrive: My boy is still an underrated guitarist, and this record is earning him long overdue critical cred. Laugh all you want. It’s the soap thing. 
 
And what was up with Vampire Weekend? Talk about hype. Further proof that the “machine” can make hits, be it in music, publishing, on-screen, etc.   
   
Visit Vinnie’s website: http://www.vinniepenn.net/
(yeah, I know…a dot-net…explains a lot)
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A start…

I fed the dogs.  Called back the vet to see if my eldest, Kilgore Trout, is anemic.  Which means he might have cancer, or liver disease, or something worse.  Which means he’s going to die soon.  I can’t think of many people whose life I wouldn’t trade for Kilgore’s.   

I opened up the New York Times Arts section and glanced at the movie reviews.  The Friday Times is one of only three things in my life which keep me grounded as to what day of the week it is.  Otherwise I wouldn’t have a clue.

I’m 49 years old, going through a never-ending mid-life crisis.  Paul Westerberg (about to turn 49) hit it on the nose on a song on his new album 49: something in my life is missing.  My therapist tells me it’s because I take my fantasy world, my fictional worlds, if you will, more seriously than I do the real world. 

I’m a writer.  I’m a filmmaker.  Why wouldn’t I?

So I sit down and write this.  Perhaps if I write about the real world it’ll seem less fuzzy.  More real, if you will.  Perhaps I’ll just turn the real world into fiction, and then really be happy.

Perhaps this is just a big waste of time.

Who the fuck knows?

My name is Gorman Bechard.  I’ve written a bunch of novels, five of which have been published.  I’ve made seven feature films, three of which I’m proud of.  I’m basically a guy who types.  A guy with a typewriter.

And this is my blog…

P.S. Still waiting on the call back from the vet.

 

Kilgore Trout, at the age of 8 weeks
Kilgore Trout, at the age of 8 weeks