After hearing about Elizabeth Peña’s death, I decided to add Jacob’s Ladder to my 2014 Horrorfest. One, because it’s a great movie, and two, because she was great in it. Peña was a gifted actress with 99 other credits to her name, including La Bamba, Lone Star, The Incredibles, and, more recently, Modern Family. RIP.
Wim Wenders - Written In The West
In preparation for shooting the film PARIS, TEXAS in late 1983, Wim Wenders traveled the West equipped with a 6 x 7 medium format camera searching out subjects and location that would bring that desolate landscape to life.
"…watching them brings to mind a comment made by john ford to a collaborator who was complaining about the miserable weather conditions in the desert when they were trying to shoot a picture. the guy said ‘look, mr. ford, what can we shoot out here?’ and ford replied, ‘what can we shoot? the most interesting and exciting thing in the whole world - a human face.’" - martin scorsese on john cassavetes’ films in a personal journey with martin scorsese through american movies
Věra Chytilová, Sedmikrásky (Daisies), 1966
I spoke silence better than English or Spanish.
95% of the shows I announce have often been bands I’ve been working on for over the span of eight months to sometimes years. It sounds stupid, but considering where I live and where we’re coming from, it is special- and it is different.
South Texas is not like San Antonio or any other smaller city ‘on the way’ to another big touring market. It’s a smaller area that makes little to zero sense on a touring level because it is literally out of the way.
South Texas also deals with a bizarre and unjustifiably stupid narrative of ‘border wars’ and ‘cartel violence’ that is often the consequence of an intentional political talking point. One wouldn’t imagine this comes into play with something as small as ‘booking your small time punk band’ - but it does.
Anyways, I get good vibes off the shit I do. Things like this, like this show.
I worked on Lemuria for years. I doubt many down here will know about this, but hey, if it means anything to you that a dude pushing 30 takes pride in his passion ‘project’, well, shit, that might make one consider - meh, ok. Tbh, I have no interest in persuading anyone. Sorry, i’m just, being. I hate selling shit. When it feels shitty, i stop. :pauses for five minutes- edits out bad words: Ok.
Feels better now.
Also, this flyer is literally a picture of my table top. Cell phone pic of an encyclopedia of an entry I have already forgotten. Some dried out flowers I picked from the garden in my complex.
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald about Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to a friend dated Febuary 1920
A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He’d have to say, ‘Ok, I’ll be part of this world.’
No Country for Old Men (2007), dir. by Ethan and Joel Coen
Japanese Posters of David Lynch Films
There are the green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans with the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-a-desert-saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans w/Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexicans. The curly-haired, freckled-faced, red-headed Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say I don’t look Mexican. I am Mexican.
Opening credits of Taxi Driver