I'm trying to post more often, and more spontaneously, so to that end, here's my thought for the day:
What's the difference between the 80's and the 90's?
Rosanna and Patricia Arquette
I was thinking this while standing in the video store down the street, listening to two young women who work there debate who is the best Arquette, as the movie
Desperately Seeking Susan played in the background. They both agreed that Rosanna was clearly superior, but complained that their boss (who wasn't there) favors Patricia. "She's just weird," one of them said, refering to their boss. So far as I could tell, David Arquette didn't get any votes.
Anyway, I suppose the decades thing might make for a fun(ctional) party game some time, in lieu of actual conversation, but I think I was too out of touch with pop culture in the 90's to play it well. I am game for a party tonight, but instead I'm spending the night with my DVD player. I've got two movies -
A Shot in the Dark and
Purple Rain. The first I got because I was reading a review of that newly terrible Pink Panther thing, and it said that SITD was the only really great film of the series. I've never seen it. Also, I saw Sellers in
Being There last week, and have decided that my knowledge of his oeuvre (hey look, I snuck two french words into one post!) could use some fleshing out. So I've decided to educate myself. Same goes for Prince: wish I knew more about him. Hence,
Purple Rain.
Today started out faithful to routine, when I woke up at 6:30am courtesty of my next door neighbor, who happens to be a 5 year old boy with anger management issues. I finally made it back to sleep several hours later (so I could wake up at a reasonable hour, you see), and had strangely tangible dreams, the kind that smell just real enough to screw you up for the rest of the morning.
I didn't have a piece airing this weekend (I think), but I did play the piano on the radio. You can hear me playing the song "Manhattan" on Weekend America, in a piece produced by Ann Hepperman, Kara Oehler, and Rick Moody. The piece is writer Julia Slavin's story of how she associates that song with her oblivious father. My playing is supposed to represent his horrible piano playing, so clearly I was the proper choice for the role. You can hear it by clicking
here.
Also, the blogging software I use has mysteriously deleted my previous post to this blog, the one titled "Making the Cut". I really wish it were still there. But it isn't. Sorry for the inconvenience. If anyone out there reading this has any advice which might miraculously recover said post, I will make you my best friend forever.
