Way Back Whensday

What we were listening to…

5 years ago

10 years ago (‘Summertime’ it ain’t…)

20 years ago (anyone else think that sample from ‘Weya’ sounds a bit like the one took from ‘A Star in the Ghetto’ by N.W.A. for ‘If It Ain’t Ruff’? – or is that just me?)

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Way Back Whensday

Travesty, thy name is Southland Tales

What a mess of a film. Sometimes you can throw a bunch of shit to the wall and what sticks turns out to be pretty frakin’ brilliant. This time it’s still shit. Sometimes an ensemble cast provides a great sense of levity. This time it proves a great distraction. Sometimes the worst dialogue is the most memorable. This time it’s just bad dialogue (and terrible delivery – some of the lines could have been saved by just varying the inflection…). Sometimes a scene can be saved by just the right song. This time you ruin a song by using it in your poo movie. Sometimes you can write and direct an amazing film. This time you should have just picked a role. Sometimes the bleakest things are the funniest. Somehow, some way, this film failed to capture that.

Travesty, thy name is Southland Tales

Boulevard BBQ

A delicious brew, richly complex in flavor and dark auburn in color. I accidentally drank the whole bottle (except for the bit that Fly Guy helped with – thanks!). Save for the cherry notes, I don’t know that I noticed much difference between the BBQ and The Sixth Glass – but I will have to do a side-by-side tasting to confirm that. Seek it out while you can – it’s a limited run like November’s Saison-Brett.

Boulevard BBQ