The Eyes Are The Groin Of The Head

I was going to go into detail about the Ben Harper show and how not amazing it was, but I kind of lost steam. I love Ben Harper (although I have barely heard the new record), but the show was very lack-luster. By saying this, I am even factoring out the fact that he played "Use Me" which, let's face it, is a song that is covered by probably 90% of the local cover bands and the last thing I want to hear any band play ever. Even with that out of the picture, it still didn't have the bite that I remember when I saw him the first time. To say nothing of the fact that the Orpheum is a terrible place to see a rock show. It is pretty, but when you can hear the conversation (MUCH conversation) of the people around you more plainly than you can hear the band, this is not a good sign.

I am not saying that there weren't moments of brilliance because there were. In midshow, he played a long instrumental which was beautiful, but even more than that, the crowd actually shut up for a few minutes. All I can say is that I am glad it was free.

There. Aren't you glad I condensed this down to a small paragraph (and a half)? Had I been overly motivated, it would have been much longer, and a much bigger waste of everyone's time. Anyway, in case you people haven't noticed, I have added The Official Website of Jeffrey Combs to my links to the right. You will probably soon see this picture on there:



I wrote a some words a couple of posts down about my time in Little Rock and getting to meet, not only Jeff Combs, but this guy:



And to top it all off, I found out that the Norse god of thunder is taken:



Sorry, ladies. Well, I suppose that will be all for the time being. Hopefully, I'll be getting to use my plastic Big Shot camera soon. Oh, and pretty, pretty trees/moon/houses/night/stars picture pretty, pretty.

Unholy Crap!

This past weekend has been AMAZING! I just got back today, and even apart from the Full Moon Horror Con, the trip was a much needed, thoroughly enjoyed time away. There was great company: Mike; Mike's brother Steve and girlfriend, Sally; and Mike's buddy, Ron and wife, Kim. They were a blast. Guitar Hero, bad horror movies, Trivial Pursuit (80's edition), and great food.

First night - DamnGood Pizza (the name says it all)

Second night - Whole Hog BBQ (6 sauces to choose from and potato salad that will change your life)

And last, but obviously not least, the Con. We did go there to play a show, and our show was what it was supposed to be: background music. Not bad. Not incredible. Completely worth the drive. I didn't get as much time as I would have liked to have a total geek out (or more appropriately, I wish I had more time to work up the courage to have a total geek out and talk to everyone). I did, however, get to talk to two people who I couldn't have left without talking to and getting their picture.

Michael Graves and Jeffrey Combs, on top of being awesome at what they do (and as far as I know, have no connection with each other), are very, very cool guys. Both completely approachable. With respect to Mr. Graves and Mr. Combs, I would say I am an entry-level fanboy so I couldn't bore them all day about their own catalogues of work, but there was nonetheless some nice conversation. I told Michael Graves that when I saw The Misfits at the New Daisy, it was the first I had ever even heard the band (I was there with a friend to see Earth Crisis) and to date, still the loudest show I had ever seen. I was surprised to hear him say the name of the venue before I did. To Jeff Combs, I gave the glory of being the "redeeming factor" of The Frieghteners (which is not to say the movie was bad. He was just incredibly good). He told me about how much of a joy it was to work with Peter Jackson. Both of these guys were completely mezmerized by my camera (the Mamiya C33 TLR) so both conversations lead to photography and this beauty of a photo-taking machine. You really couldn't ask for a nicer couple of guys.

Plethora of other horror celebs. Horror posters. Horror toys. Horror anything collectible. Filmmakers. Artists. Half-naked girl wearing monster bra (which are stupid - especially a bra in the shape of breasts). Half-naked other girl working at the tattoo booth. Guy in awesome Thor costume. Etc., etc. All of these were icing on a very delicious cake (if I had to be more specific, I would say red velvet cake in the shape of a severed head).

In case you skipped the first sentence and every word of this entire post: It was a tremendous weekend.