REAGANOMICAL RIDE Local filmmaker Crispin Rosenkranz has a thing for Ronald Reagan. "I always had this funny Reagan fascination; wondered what it was like to be Reagan." That quest for morning in America led Rosenkranz to do Reagan impersonations for KBOO, and made him dress up in Gipper-style ranch duds for the Friday's Clinton Street Theater premiere of The Tripper, David Arquette's movie about a Reagan obsessive who kills hippies. Arquette, in town for the opening, must have been impressed by Crispin's getup: he named Rosenkranz "The Ultimate Tripper" and rewarded him with the 1968 van used in the movie. No hippies will be harmed in this exchange: Rosenkranz plans to convert the van to biodiesel. "This is the thrill of a lifetime," he told WW on Monday.
ALLAH MY SONS Allen Nause, Artists Repertory Theatre's roving artistic director, hopped a plane for Israel on Saturday morning. Nause is headed for the Muslim quarter of Jerusalem, where he'll direct the National Theater of Palestine's production of All My Sons. In Arabic. It will be the National Theater's first production of a play by America's preeminent Jewish playwright, Arthur Miller—or for that matter, by any American. The production presents some interesting questions: Should they include the onstage kiss? Will frustration with the American Dream pan out in Arabic? Does being blacklisted exempt Miller from inclusion in the vast Zionist conspiracy?
SPOTTED IPod, shmipod. Forgoing all newfangled gadgets in favor of keeping it real, City Commish Randy Leonard took a little time out on a lazy Sunday to peruse the used CD racks at the West Burnside Everyday Music. After checking out selections from the Cowboy Junkies and the now-dead godfather of soul, James Brown, Leonard grabbed at least one copy of an oldie but goodie by John Cougar Mellencamp.
Yep, I got the classic John Cougar cd "American Fool" ("Jack & Diane" is on it...great song). But Hey...it was only $3.95 in the budget section.
The real story is the other purchase my surreptitious shadow missed.
I had a miniature euphoric attack when I spotted the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's "So Far"....the digitally re mastered version. I paid 18 bucks for that bad boy. And I already own the non-digitally re mastered version!
Now that's news in its own right.
Don't be hate'n Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, my selectively observant friend. They are the shit.
I was trying my best to see what had caused what you call your "mini euphoric attack" but as you seem to do in all the city council sessions I watch on tv, you played that one pretty close to your chest.
best,
the shadow
P.S. your selection of the s-word at the end makes me question if this is truly you. I know Sam uses that word, but I would have expected better from you.
Oh where will it all end.
I am pretty sure Hank and Nigel will verify that my comments, especially saying "the shit" are consistent with my typical behavior...especially on the week-end.
And if your going to compare me to Sam...that gives pretty much carte blanche to do whatever I want AND still be coloring within the lines.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ph5AYTYV430