Here's how I know I am musically retarded: Any CD I'm listening to is my new favorite. Right now I've got Me First and the GimmeGimmes on and I can't stop bobbing my head around.
I saw Sideways this weekend in a very crowded theater, only they were spelling it "theatre." No, they just called it a cinema. Never mind. Anyway, I liked Sideways a lot, primarily because the Thomas Haden Church character IS the greggers's friend Randy. It was eerie, the resemblance. Not physical, just personalital. Randy is, with women, the same way I am with music. Whatever I've got at the moment is my favorite. But then I get something else and I completely forget about that other great thing. That's Randy.
Another thing I thought was hilarious about it was the fact that the main character's job was so symbolic and iconic of his loser-dom. It was something that just labeled him as a big dorky loser who would never get the good stuff in life. His job? English teacher. Given, it was 8th grade... There was a very brief shot of Paul Giamatti in the hot tub of the crappy hotel, grading papers. It's very close to the bone. I have graded papers in bars before. "No, sweetie, that's just a coffee stain. It does NOT smell like vodka and smoke!"
Oh shit, now Eddie Spaghetti is my new favorite. I have musical ADD. How many kids with ADD does it take to change a lightbulb? LET'S RIDE BIKES!
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