Joshua Lozano from Fashion Week Is Apparently Very Sensitive

I thought the noise rock scene was the one place (well next to metal, I guess) that was free of whiny, politically correct crybabies; I mean, for fuck’s sake, you’ve got gun loving ex-Marine libertarian Tom Hazelmyer running Amphetamine Reptile, and of course Steve Austin from Today Is the Day, who is anything but PC. But, I guess I be mistaken. Incidentally I got into a little “spat” with a couple of people on a noise rock group on FB. Joshua Lozano is the singer/guitarist for Fashion Week, a band that I honestly enjoyed when I saw ’em open for Unsane at the Union night club in Los Angeles a few months ago. But, sadly, he’s another easily offended, pearl clutching, modern day church lady, as you soon shall see.

It started when some guy with a white guilt complex complained that the noise rock scene is just too damn white and male, so he asked for some recommendations of bands that had non-whites and non-males in them. Curiously, he didn’t ask if there were any bands with trannies or fags in them.

Well, what happens when you fill up your record/CD/MP3 collection with albums based upon the skin color and genitalia of the people in the band, rather than, ya know, the quality of the music? I think you know the answer. Anyway, why let a good troll go to waste? Joshua Lozano comes in later in the thread, and boooy does he come off like someone’s easily offended grandmother. Have fun…





Pretty funny, eh?

Playlist 6/28/2016

Jethro Tull – This Was
Helmet – Meantime
Vertigo – Nail Hole
Supernova – Ages 3 and Up
Shellac – 1000 Hurts
The Cutthroats 9 – The Cutthroats 9
Unsane – Blood Run
Shrinebuilder – Shrinebuilder
Coloured Balls – Ball Power (deluxe expanded edition)
Buster Brown – Something to Say (deluxe expanded edition)
Arthur Brown’s Kingdom Come – Galactic Zoo Dossier
Inner City Unit – Passout

Playlist 6/23/2016

The Who  – My Generation
Crime – Murder by Guitar 1976-1980
The Saints – Eternally Yours
The Stranglers – No More Heroes
Wire – 154
Unsane – Singles 89-92
Unsane – Total Destruction
Unsane – Occupational Hazard
Unsane – Wreck
The Jesus Lizard – Bang
Neu! – Neu! 2
Moby Grape – Omaha
Black Randy and the Metrosquad – Pass the Dust, I Think I’m Bowie.

Now playing 6/11/2016: Unsane – Scattered, Smothered & Covered

unsane_scattered_smothered_and_coveredI apologize for the lack of posts in the last few days, but hey, I was doing other, more productive stuff.  I recorded several podcast episodes with Lucy, so expect that shortly, and we did the photo shoot for the “Punks for Trump” t-shirts, which are also going to make their grand debut shortly; thank you Clayton V for the design on those.  And, quite honestly, there was a dearth of things to write about that others hadn’t covered sufficiently elsewhere.

Such as Matt Forney trolling the bejeezus out of Gawker, who is going bankrupt; that sure made my day.  Just goes to show that you can’t bully people around forever and not expect to eventually get slapped back, and hard!  Then, my homegirls Diamond and Silk posted this study, which says that Donald Trump has support from 26% of the black population.  So, maybe it’s time to put that whole “racist” thing to rest?  Of course that won’t ever happen.  Maybe the blacks will finally re-embrace the Republican party, and things will start turning around for them.  Also, if you’re a leftist and think those immigrants will do jobs other Americans won’t, you’re essentially saying that lower end work is for dirty Mexicans only; so you’re the racist.

I’ve also been enjoying the shit show between the Sanders and Clinton camp.  Clinton’s cronies pretty much ensured that, no matter what the people want – and whether Bernie is truly the “voice of the people” is another story altogether – she’s going to push her agenda through either way.  Some Sanders supporters think Trump is so bloody evil, that they’re willing to take the hit with Clinton.  I find that pretty ironic considering Hillary is the shill, the corporatist and the neocon.  But she’s a woman and “not racist.”  Of course, if she wins, America is going bye-bye.  Remember the trickle before the flood, as Enoch Powell once said?  The United States will turn into a land of little, warring nation states, all competing for scarcer and scarcer resources.  The moneyed class which will watch it all go down from their safe, suburban homes on their TVs/smartphones/whatever shitty technological advancements get implanted in their brains, and will essentially avoid more and more parts of the United States.  Under Clinton the future looks really ugly.

On the brighter and more hopeful side, if my job approves my time off request, I will be traveling to Cleveland on July 18th to check out the Republican National Convention; well, not quite.  Since I’m not cool and rich, I don’t get to actually go inside the convention.  Instead I get to hang around, hobnob and just be surrounded by the all of the hullabaloo.  I do not want to miss history in the making even if I do get pelted with eggs.

Anyway, I’m either sick or suffering from an extreme allergy attack and it is HOT in Michigan; nearly 100 degrees, I believe.  But, I have a date from the OKCupid, and I wasn’t born a quitter so I’m going to see if I meet my future wife tonight.

That record in the picture is the MVD LP reissue of Scattered, Smothered & Covered by Unsane.  The album was originally released by the greatest label of all time, Amphetamine Reptile records, and I’ve owned the CD for years.  For a couple years, Unsane was pretty much my favorite band.  Chris Spencer owns on that beat up ol’ telecaster, just playing these crushing, heavy riffs and killer blues solos to boot.  The tight as a girdle rhythm section of bassist Dave Curran and drummer Vinnie Signorelli hold the thing together.  If you’re REALLY curious about this band, read about ’em here, where I kindly reviewed every single one of their fine albums for you.

You may remember them for the “Scrape” video, which was filmed on video camera for $200 and became a dinky MTV hit back in 1995.  I first heard them on the Tromeo & Juliet soundtrack, which is also where I heard the Meatmen and Superchunk for the first time; the Unsane song was “Alleged”, another brutal, heavy crusher.  I’d of course heard Motörhead before, but having “Sacrifice” on there was no slouch.  Since 1995, Unsane have maintained a steady cult following along with taking time off for Spencer to do his other musical projects, the Cutthroats 9, Celan and UXO with Steve Austin of Today Is the Day.  I review the UXO record here.  As of this writing, Unsane is back in action.

Also, bassist Dave Curran, who also plays guitar and sings for his own heavy rock band, Pigs, is a full on Thomas Sowell supporter, just like King Buzzo from the Melvins, whose latest album Basses Loaded just came out and I purchased today on CD, but plan on purchasing again when it comes out on vinyl in a month.  Also, for what it’s worth, I finally got into Big Star, the originators of the sugariest of power pop.

I better wrap this up, but the future actually looks pretty bright and happening.  For all of the old friends I’ve lost because they can’t handle someone they know being a Trump supporter, I gain like five more.  Until next time!

Playlist 3/3/2016

Soundgarden – Louder than Love
Unsane – Unsane
Unsane – Scattered, Smothered & Covered
feedtime – suction
feedtime – Billy
The Birthday Party – Junkyard
Melvins – Mangled Demos from 1983
Melvins – 26 Songs
Melvins – Everybody Loves Sausages
Melvins – Tres Cabrones
Manilla Road – Open the Gates
The U-Men – Solid Action

Also, tonight is day one of Berserkerfest!!!



Considering that Chris Spencer (Unsane/The Cutthroats 9/Celan) and Steve Austin (Today Is the Day) are two of my favorite guitars of all time, it should be no surprise the elation I felt when I heard that these two monster gods of heavy, crushing noise guitar would team up.  Jeezus that was two years ago when I initially announced it on this here very site.  The rest of the band includes Pat Kennedy, who played with Austin in Taipan, on bass and Aarne Victorne on drums.

UXO – Reptilian (2016)


Steve Austin actually stayed at my mom’s house a few months ago after Today Is the Day played at the Pike Room in Pontiac, MI.  I told him that, as long as he holds Republican views, he’s more than welcome there.  I gotta say, it was pretty surreal seeing this 6 ft plus man with a confederate flag plus snake tattooed on his arm talking to my 4’11” Jewish mother.

Anyway, UXO stands for Unexploded Ordnance, which are explosives that weren’t used, but still pose a threat of detonation.

The self titled debut LP/EP from UXO contains seven cuts and not one of them is a dud.  If you’re familiar with either Today Is the Day or Unsane, you should probably know what to expect from this record; brutal, heavy, noisy and consistently pissed off throughout.  But what really makes the record a winner is how Austin and Spencer play off each other.  On every track you can hear Austin’s whirling, swirling Fripp-style melodies and weird noises play off of Spencer’s low end riffs, while both gentlemen take turns shouting over the din; or in the case of “Redlegs”, shouting together.  Spencer throws in his bluesy, bottleneck slides as well.

As for vocals, Chris Spencer sounds like he always does, just angrily shouting at the top of his lungs, while Austin sings in his mocking, demonic tone, except for the track “Blind Suicide”, where he sounds a little like Steve Albini.  And lyrically, the songs are all thoroughly dark and depressing as titles like “Bitter”, “Trauma” and “User” would indicate.

It should also be noted that the song structures are closer to that of Unsane.  So, if you’re wondering how or if Steve Austin incorporated those excessively complicated song structures that you’d hear on Today Is the Day classics like Supernova or Willpower, he didn’t.  The songs are closer to the simpler Unsane approach, but sludgier, plodding along to angular, non-4/4 drum beats.  Also, “Everything’s a Mistake” has a beeping noise in the background that sounds like an alarm clock going off.

Only two months into 2016 and UXO is easily a contender for one of the best records of year.  I just wish it was longer.

MINO – Millennial in Name Only: My Interview with Bernard Chapin


Well, I’m a lazy ass.  Initially I was planning on transcribing the entire interview I did with Bernard Chapin of the Chapin’s Inferno youtube channel, but I realized how stupidly long it takes to transcribe an interview that’s an hour long, especially one full of “ums”, “uhs”, “likes” and constant interruptions (that is my interrupting HIM, he’s a gentleman, I am not).

So, rather than do that, I’ll just post the youtube clip and give my takeaway.  Chapin is probably the most influential person on my political thought towards adopting a Social Libertarian, conservative, anti-PC, tell it like it is philosophy.  Chapin has rocked the Inferno since late 2007 and launched the Male Defender podcast in May of 2014.  On top of that, he’s written several books, including Women: Theory and Practice and Escape from Gangsta Island: A School’s Progressive Decline.

Initially, when I asked Chapin to do the interview, I believe he was a little weary about who I was, not helped by the fact that he blocked me a couple years ago for being a drunk, annoying asshole.  But, eventually he agreed.  What he didn’t tell me was that he would use the interview for one of his videos, allowing my less than charismatic, unrehearsed, stuttering delivery to be heard all over the world and that he would frame the video as an interview with a millennial who was once a leftist and had a change of heart.

But, as my proclivities towards old weird shit, collecting records, pop cultural ephemera, my not owning a smart phone (though all signs point to it being time to upgrade), my wish to go back to the 1950s (albeit a 1950s with more blatant sex and violence) and my now more outward expression of my right of center politics, I think he chose the wrong “millennial” for his case study/interview (wait, I thought this was me interviewing YOU Bernard!).

So, instead, it felt more like a bar conversation (helped by downing a cheap bottle of wine all while this went on) between two buddies.  Without a doubt, Chapin is one of the most well-spoken people I’ve “interviewed” and was certainly as fun as any band I’ve talked to.  If politics were like this, then maybe my young, dumb, indoctrinated leftist friends wouldn’t be so averse to challenging their views?

Below the video are a few of my clarifications, stuff I remembered to ask afterwards and the links to the stuff that was name dropped in the video that could be of benefit to the viewers all broken down by the minute; so, if you decide to just look at the cliff notes, you can know where to jump to.  Think of it as a table of contents/bullet points.  The charming, articulate man with the quieter voice is Bernard Chapin, the stuttering mess who can’t stick to a topic for more than a minute is yours truly:

(start): “You are here at Chapin’s Inferno…” What?  We are?  Way to throw me to the dogs without telling me!  Although, it wasn’t recorded live, I still felt it was sink or swim; I think I did more doggy peddling.  To clarify, I didn’t have a “change of heart.”  I’m just less of a pussy about expressing my views.  Out the gate, we talk about feminism.

(4:37) Talk begins of being an outsider, a “hipster”, a weirdo and how it goes against what people would think is someone with conservative views.  The big differences is that Chapin is describing the typical Williamsberg/Portland/Seattle, bike riding, indie-rock listening type, and, I most certainly DO NOT fit into that category with my gory, exploitation films, old horror comics and Michael Moorcock novels.  Musical taste is a weird category as I’m probably one of the few people that would throw Can, Aerosmith, Devo and Mayhem into the same playlist.  But, more importantly, I got a chance to name drop Amphetamine Reptile records, Halo of Flies, Today Is the Day, Unsane and Helmet. I also discovered that King Buzzo from the Melvins is a right libertarian, who is a hardcore champion of writer Thomas Sowell.

(7:17) Talk of gender differences leads to recommendation of this video about the way women tend to vote and the unintended consequences on Western civilization.

(8:20) Talk of how Saturday Night Live is thinly veiled leftist propaganda.

(9:20) Talk of backgrounds, where we grew up, where we are now in life.  I found this segment kind of boring, but Chapin said it be of some benefit for some of the listeners. Topics of college debt, millennials moving back home and people with college degrees working lousy jobs.  Also, the phone rings and you can hear me pouring wine.

(13:56) We talk about the books that Matt Forney has written, including Confessions of an Online Hustler: How to Make Money and Be an Internet Superstar, Wriing for Peanuts: How to Make Easy Money on Fiverr and Big Lovin’: The Guide to Picking Up Fat Chicks (note, the last one is a spoof, but, for my money, I wouldn’t consider the girl on the cover “fat.”  She’s got huge tits, which I am a fan of.  Also, there are girls with the big, round booties and enormous knockers that have done wonders for my libido, so I’m to wonder what Forney’s definition of “fat” is.)  Also, there is a bit of confusion in that I mistook Confessions of an Online Hustler for his free, six page long, downloadable e-book he has at his website.

(15:56) We discuss Chapin’s books Women: Theory and Practice, Escape from Gangsta Island and Napalm Is the Son of Justice, which did not see publication.  This is where I fucked up; during the discussion; Chapin mentions how he is not the same person as he was when he wrote Women: Theory and Practice and how can’t get another book off the ground because every topic he writes about would be too offensive, but, instead of asking him to elaborate on any of  that, I get sidetracked and the conversation turns to Mark Levin.

Speaking of sidetracked: This is a great place to tell my brief story about when I slept with Melissa Wright on Halloween.  Yep, that happened, all you Detroit gossip-mongers.  We were lying in bed and she was looking at my pile of books and the pile included stuff like Philip K. Dick, Michael Moorcock, Robert E. Howard’s Conan and then things got strange… Jim Goad’s The Redneck Manifesto I could explain easier because she’s kinda white trash and doesn’t care for political correctness, but then, when I saw Mark Levin’s Liberty and Tyranny, with Levin’s round, middle aged, lawyer face staring out at you, I immediately got up, picked up the book and hid it in the closet as if I was hiding porn. I mean, Jim Goad is one thing, but Mark Levin ain’t rock ‘n’ roll!

(21:00) We talk about how leftists use feelings over facts when debating.  To clarify, the guy that blocked me was underground, internet, music critic sensation Mark Prindle, whose reviews are very funny and informative, but his politics are informed by the left – especially considering he said that Jello Biafra of all people exposed him to some political realities (makes jerk-off motion) – and he and I have had private conversations where he admitted to me how it’s hard for him to defend Islam on account of how it really isn’t a religion of peace, but one of sheer force and violence, but he’s a too left-centered and politically uninformed to leave his leftist views; that or he has to pander to his bearded, hipster followers.  Either way he got butthurt that I made fun of his fans after they attacked me first for presenting the unpopular idea that global warming/climate change might be as big of a hoax as the 70s Ice Age scare.

(23:44) I ask if Chapin has read Ben Shapiro’s Primetime Propaganda: The True Hollywood Story of How the Left Took Over Your TV, and he tells me how, though Shapiro has some good stuff, he doesn’t like his attack on literature, particularly James Joyce.  For the record, I’ve only read A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and, while I enjoyed it just fine, I really have no desire to read Finnigan’s Wake or Ulysses because I have no desire to spend fifteen years trying to read between the lines, when I can read more Robert E. Howard, H.P. Lovecraft or Michael Moorcock.  Also, for the record, even though I like what he says, I think Ben Shapiro comes off like a big weenie who would rat on me to my mom for smokin’ dope.

(27:00) Discusses how anti-Semitism is silly because some of the best conservative writers are Jewish, among which he name drops David Horowitz and his book Hating Whitey and Other Progressive Causes, the one book that made Chapin realize he is a man on the right.  Thanks, Chapin!  Just ordered the book for a penny plus shipping!

(28:09) Talks about going to Catholic University in the late 80s, where he gets his first dose of indoctrination as a professor attempts to teach the kids how white people brought “lying” to the Indians.  We continue talking about how universities are now a joke and state funding should be cut from any university that has gender and race studies courses.

(31:30) I ask what is the bigger threat: old school socialism/communism or Cultural Marxism.

(34:00) I ask where the line is, or if there’s even a line, between politically incorrect and what people on the mainstream typically deem as “racist.”  This is in regards to the Return of Kings and Alternative Right websites, Roosh V’s review of Kevin McDonald’s The Culture of Critique and something Matt Forney wrote that Chapin dismissed as clickbait.  I neglected to ask about the other stuff Forney has said because I figured, “eh, whatever.”  We also discuss blogs and podcasts such The Right Stuff and The Daily Shoah and race realists such as John Derbyshire and Jared Taylor; the latter whom I’m reading the anti-affirmative action tome Paved with Good Intentions: The Failure of Race Relations in Contemporary America.  Eventually this leads to some interesting discussion of problems in the black community and whether class, leftist policies and modern liberal, “one parent” culture are bigger factors than race.  Conclusion: they are.

(41:57) Talk now begins of how people’s personalities both change and stay the same over time and how one can improve one’s self to get more out of life.  Inevitably this leads to more discussion of Roosh V and his pickup literature.  There’s also mention of Aaron Clarey’s book The Curse of the High IQ (I know I suffer from that!).  Oh and, spergs.

(43:39) I rudely interrupt Chapin to tell the story of how I to tried to attend the Return of Kings meetup that the media misrepresented as a pro-rape event.  If any of my Facebook friends read this, the reason I was hanging out in Ann Arbor on Saturday, February 6 was to attend the meetup.  On the RoK site, it told people who wanted to go, to show up at 8:00 P.M. and ask where pet store was; that was the secret code.  So, there I was walking around like a dope, asking random people where the pet store is located until 8:20 when a trio of dread lock wearing SJWs appears with poster boards protesting the event even though the guy who ran the meetup never showed up.  So, naturally, I wanted to suss them out and I asked them “what’s a Roosh V?  Is that some type of car?”  Then I told them how the real rape culture is from Islam and that we’re going to have a problem with that once we import 10,000 Syrian rapefugees in the U.S. just like Germany and Sweden are having a problem with their Muslim population and the mangina and his two lady friends told me I was “racially profiling” Muslims (in spite Islam being a religion, not a race) and how Islam is a “religion of peace.”  Then we agreed to disagree and cordially parted ways.

(45:00) My mentioning the Syrian rapefugees leads to discussion on immigration illegal or otherwise.  Conclusion: just cut it off for ten to twenty years.  I also discuss Peter Brimelow’s Alien Nation: Common Sense About America’s Immigration Disaster.

(47:08) We discuss Donald Trump.  Conclusion: Ted Cruz might be the truer conservative, but Trump is the only one who can crush Clinton or Sanders.

(52:00) I ask about the Middle East, specifically about how people are divided on whether to support Israel or not, whether to support the Iran deal or not.  Chapin’s succinct answer is just to not play favorites and cut off all foreign aid, which I took as a polite way of saying, “I could give a fuck about Israel.”  And there’s no reason why he should since he’s not Jewish.  That would be cucky, wouldn’t it?  He, like every sane person does agree that we need to crush ISIS and doesn’t think it’s an invention of the CIA to further American (and of course “Zionist”) interests.  Also Mubarek, Muslim Brotherhood, Gadaffi and Obama’s campaign in Libya are touched upon.

(54:00) We discuss how leftism is a religion and possibly a mental illness.

(56:35) We get into how talented people have dumb opinions.  Chapin seems to think that George Clooney is a good actor; we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.  Then we discuss Coen Bros. films, specifically Intolerable Cruelty and The Ladykillers, both of which I thought sucked.  Chapin, on the other hand enjoyed Intolerable Cruelty and how it humorously portrayed the ugly realities of the marriage system.  I just think Cathera Zeta Jones, while very attractive (especially the closeup of her ass in Entrapment) is a lousy actress, especially for the type of screwball comedy that the Coen Bros. were going for.  The “guy with the cowboy hat” whose named escaped me at the time was Billy Bob Thorton.  Chapin discusses Maureen Dowd, who I’d never heard of, I had my mind on Catherine Zeta Jones, oof!

Say, now that we’re on the topic of the Coen Bros., here’s my brief rundown of their films.  Keep in mind: I haven’t seen any of these in years.

Blood Simple (1984)*** – It’s a good film noir thriller set in Texas, but trying to make Frances McDormand into a sexy femme fatale didn’t work particularly well.  She’s too mom-ish.

Raising Arizona (1987)*** – I don’t remember too much of this one other than I just like Nicholas Cage, it had some cute babies, some Looney Tunes style wackiness and I saw it with Rebecca Edwards when we were going out before Melissa Gillin, my ex girlfriend who fucked Dave Brockie from Gwar, killed that relationship.  Three years later, Becky and I fornicated in spite some of the awful things I said about her; I thank Robert Green’s The Art of Seduction for helping me make that happen.

Miller’s Crossing (1990)*** – I hear it constantly being referred to as a “brilliant” movie, and while I enjoyed it, I had trouble following it.  And I’m no ADHD suffering fool.  I pay attention closely.  I honestly remember someone getting shot in the woods at the end.  Wow, what great analysis.

Barton Fink (1991)**** – DING, DING, DING!!!  It’s only a testament to the haphazard way I’ve conducted my life that my favorite Coen Bros. film, their masterpiece, I’ve only seen once on an VHS tape.  What a brilliant breakdown of the Hollywod system; the aspiring writer goes to Hollywood to tell his story and instead is forced to write commercial, wrestling picture.  I REALLY need to revisit this one.

The Hudsucker Proxy (1994)** – What a letdown after Barton Fink!  I really didn’t get the point of this one.  It’s set in the 50s, but everyone talks and acts like they’re in a 40s detective film.

Fargo (1996)**** – Their second masterpiece, I believe.  But, then I’m pretty much going to like any movie where a body is fed to a wood chipper.

The Big Lebowski (1998)*** – I think this one is a bit overrated.  I thought it was funny and it’s cool how it’s a remake of Howard Hawks’ 1946 film noir classic The Big Sleep, but other becoming a fun cult film with quotable lines and memorable characters, I don’t see why this one gets so much praise.

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)*** – Another one where I don’t quite get the hype.  I like John Turturro, but I can’t stand George Clooney.  Other than that, I thought the movie was very stylishly done and thought the Odyssey references were cute, along with the car hitting the cow on the road, but that’s about it.  Oh, and the sirens were hot.

The Man Who Wasn’t There (2001)**** – Personally, I think this is the Coen Bros. most underrated film.  Both understated AND underrated actually.  It moves slow, but it’s totally fine because it’s supposed to evoke the slower, simpler time in which it takes place.  I guess you could call post-modern neo-noir or something.  I just enjoyed watching the events unfold and Bill Bob Thorton is the shit.

Intolerable Cruelty (2003)* – More like Intolerable Movie if you ask me.  Catherine Zeta Jones trying to pull of screwball was painful to watch.  You want a REAL screwball comedy that will have you rolling and slapping your knees, check out Leo McCarrey’s 1937 classic, The Awful Truth starring Cary Grant with Irene Dunn as his foil.

The Ladykillers (2004)* – Pretty much everyone agrees that this is the nadir of their movie career.  I don’t have much to say except that I wasn’t even really impressed with the original 1955 film either.  Maybe somebody, some day will get the concept of five criminals trying to off an old lady, but just end up offing each other correct.

No Country for Old Men (2007)*** – People were like jizzing all over this one when it came out.  I enjoyed it, but it’s really just a slower moving slasher movie that ends with a really depressing monologue from Tommy Lee Jones.  I’ve read Cormac McArthy book as well and it’s pretty good.

Burn After Reading (2008)***1/2 – I REALLY liked this one.  Depiction of plebish everyday dipshits that work gyms and I could only relate to the John Malkovich character too well when he kills the guy just because he’s part of the real Idiocracy.  Of course, I’ve mellowed out since then and prefer hanging with the plebes, rather than the snooty intellectuals, who aren’t actually that smart it turns out.

A Serious Man (2009)**** – HELL YES!!! Of course this movie is easier to relate to if you grew up Jewish.  Granted, I never was raised orthodox, but every single one of the archetypes in this movie is true.  I could only relate too well to the kid that took the big toke hit before reading from the Torah.  I heard that, in the theater I saw it at, several people walked out on account of the Story of Job prologue, which preceded the credits thinking it was a different movie.

True Grit (2010)*** – I really don’t have much to say about this one other than I thought the part where Jeff Bridges was about to rip off the guy’s tongue was kinda gross.  Of course, if Lucio Fulci did the scene, there would be blood squirting everywhere, the guy would have been skinned alive and there would have plenty of evisceration.

As yet, I have not seen Inside Llewyn Davis or Hail, Ceasar!, but I plan on it.

(59:00) I ask the final question about whether Fox News is a cuckservative channel and I reference the nauseating exchange between Megyn Kelly and Micheal Moore.  Another point of disagreement between me and Chapin is that he doesn’t like her new, short, butch haircut.  I slept with a girl named Jen who had a butch haircut and there was nothing butch about her in the sack, so… I still prefer that long, straight, black hair that slutty hair dressers tend to wear though.