FEED THE KITTY (CHUCK JONES, 1952)
Tommy and Jesus Christ Superstar double feature at UCLA next week!
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
[Ed: I should explain. When I was a kid, I had Tommy and JCS on the same tape and watched them non-stop. Those movies go together like peanut butter and jelly for me and the idea that they are being played back to back on the big screen is like, I don’t know, finding out that someone can read your mind but instead of using their powers for evil they decided to give you a present you’ve always wanted instead. That didn’t make sense, I realize that.]
Can’t let the day end without mentioning the death of Ken Russell.
Tommy has been one of my favorite movies for something like 22 years. I used to make my dad watch it with me every night when he got home from work. I was the Acid Queen for Halloween last year. At my funeral, when all my close friends and the dudes I have dated get together to talk about me, they will discover that I made all of them watch Tommy.
Thank you, Ken Russell, for making the movie that shaped my taste in everything.
My first thought was to put this on my B blog because only a few people are allowed to know how silly my sense of humor is, but it’s definitely A blog material. You don’t want to know what goes on over at my C blog.
“If Your Girl Only Knew” - Aaliyah
Taylor, I think my problem with Rihanna might just be that she’s not Aaliyah.
True Philly story: Jazzy Jeff’s aunt lived on my block.
“I Am the Body Beautiful” - Salt-N-Pepa
My theme music.
Yentl and leftover pizza = living the dream.
I grew up with Babs—one of my earliest memories is of my mom singing me to sleep with a modified version of “Jenny Rebecca” (“Janna Alexis, four years old, what a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are…”)—but I didn’t appreciate her spectacular voice until recently. Slowly but surely turning into my mother.