Monthly Archives: July 2011

All Up in Your Earbuds: I’m on Filmspotting this week!

"I hear you guys are having a little debt ceiling problem. Don't MAKE me hurl this shield. It's vibranium. Harder than unobtanium."

Well now! This doesn’t happen to me every week.

Filmspotting is a weekly podcast offering substantive, informed discussion of current and vintage cinema, produced out of Chicago — specifically, out of the WBEZ studios on Navy Pier where This American Life, one of my other must-listen podcasts, used to operate before they packed off to New York City. Of the four podcasts I consider to be appointment listening each week (the appointment is usually with my running shoes), it’s probably my favorite.

So naturally I was over the moon when Adam Kempenaar, the show’s sleep-abjuring founding co-host, invited me to call in to discuss CAPTAIN AMERICA. I expect he only did this to placate me for not winning the Wrath of Kahn edition of Massacre Theatre a couple of weeks ago. Which was wise of him, because as David O. Selznick once observed, revenge is a dish best served cold. And it is very cold in Chicago. Except for the last couple of months. Continue reading

Hayes Carll Gets James Carville & Mary Matalin to Show Up in His Video

Hayes Carll's devotion to the songwriter's art entails contemplating sex with Ann Coulter if necessary.

I’ve been doing the Capital Fringe Festival and not a ton else this month, but I did cheat on Fringe & Purge long enough to write this little ditty about Hayes Carll, a country singer-songwriter whose KMAG YOYO is one of my favorite records so far this year. Fun fact: He grew up in The Woodlands, TX, which are the very suburbs that inspired one of my favorite records from last year, Arcade Fire‘s The Suburbs.

These Are the Voyages . . .

CONSUMER ADVISORY: My Fringe-coverage will be archived up-to-date here, but I don’t expect I’ll have as much fun with any of it as I had writing this.

Gone Fringe-in’

So I’ve mortgaged my soul away to the Washington City Paper‘s Fringe & Purge blog, all about the Capital Fringe Festival, for another July, just like I did last year. Come see what we’re cooking over there.

But here‘s my Washington Post review of R. Kelly‘s not-nearly-freaky-deaky enough Verizon Center show from Independence Day weekend. I really wish they hadn’t cut the phrase “singing Tourette’s.”

Oh, and here‘s a really flattering, kind of embarrassing thing Andrew Beaujon for TBD wrote to pimp my participation on a panel about John Guare‘s play Six Degrees of Separation at the Phillips Collection last week.

I am very sorry I haven’t called you back or answered your e-mail. September is looking very good for that.