I'm prepping to interview Nicolas Winding Refn, the director of "Drive," a really remarkable film that Julia and I saw a couple weeks ago. It's a crime thriller starring Ryan Gosling (along with a bunch of other brilliant folks - Albert Brooks, Carey Mulligan, Christina Hendricks, Bryan Cranston, Ron Perlman), but it's disconcertingly quiet. Punctuated, every so often, by shocking violence.
This trailer is really just an early scene from the film in its entirety.
The song "A Real Hero" serves as a sort of theme for the movie, and for Gosling's character. It reminded me of an early 80s score by Tangerine Dream. It's both inspiration and reserved, almost melancholically so. Like the movie, though, it really gets under your skin.
I contributed an afterword to this really cool book - Mail Order Mysteries. It's a great-looking collection of ads from old comics for things like Ray Gun plans and X-Ray Specs. Each is presented alongside the actual item you received if you ordered it. I'm guessing they asked me to write the afterword because they thought it would be fun, but what I wrote turned out to be a kind of sad meditation on growing up.
Anyway, it'll hit book stores September 10th, but you can pre-order it now. Great leafing-through book, a great gift, fun stuff. Except for my afterword. That's sad.
The hot new things in NYC rap barely sound like NYC rappers. Song's pretty solid, though. Can't front on that.
My childhood best friend Jody Scott has spent the last few years playing trumpet with a great band called Bayonics. They play dance music - some salsa, some funk and a bit of reggae. No hippie bullshit - this is a serious Bay Area band with roots in groups like Tower of Power and Sly & the Family Stone. Their home base is the Elbo Room on Valencia Street in San Francisco, in my old stomping grounds. They've really got something great going, and you should check out their work and consider supporting their Kickstarter. Their goal is simply to manufacture their album (which they've recorded) and do a bit of marketing. I backed the effort - $10 will get me the album when it's released. Consider doing the same.
Does this every happen to you? You just start thinking about a Python sketch, and then you just have to watch it seven or twelve times?
To say Python are the greatest sketch group ever is to make a serious understatement.
"May I ask you to reconsider? I mean you wouldn't regret it. Think of the tourist trade."
Jordan and I are the guests on today's Adam Carolla Show. You can check out the show here. We had a blast as usual. It's a pleasure to share a set of mics with a guy as hilarious as Carolla is.
We talked on the show about childbirth, about Adam's conviction that movie stars should not have to prostrate themselves before children and geeks, and more.
If you want to hear Adam on The Sound, you can check that out here.
(By the way - there's been some controversy around Carolla that cropped up since we recorded this. I didn't hear the show in question, but I've heard many Carolla shows. He says plenty of stuff I don't agree with, and sometimes things that genuinely bother me, but I think he's a decent guy and not hateful. Saying stupid and outrageous stuff sometimes is his job as a talk radio guy and comedy guy. I think he's really smart, funny and interesting, and in my personal experience, a nice, considerate man. So that's my position on that.)
Here's a little promo for the BBC Radio 4 Comedy program "Life: An Idiot's Guide," which was taped at Edinburgh this year. Note the presence of MaxFunPals W. Kamau Bell and Josie Long, and right at the top, a brief snippet of the voice of YOURS TRULY.
Why is my voice in there? Because the producer of the show, one Colin Anderson, knows my STRONG POSITION on recording theater instructions. My policy: if you need someone to record the "turn off your cell phones" message at the beginning of a show, I AM YOUR MAN.
Now, hundreds of arts patrons around the world know about my commitment to the ANNOUNCING ARTS.
If you're not up on the Fania All-Stars, you need to get up.
Our thanks to J.J. McCullough for this charming fan art. It captures our pure essences: Jordan, the Angry Teenage Boy who Didn't Get the Part of Lil Orphan Annie, and me, the Racist WWII-era Caricature of Emperor Hirohito.
(seriously, thanks JJ)