Excepting possibly one episode of Murder She Wrote and one episode of Party of Five, I haven’t seen Karen Black acting in anything since Robert Altman’s underrated 1982 drama Come Back To The Five and Dime Jimmy Dean Jimmy Dean. She was in House of 1000 Corpses, not to mention dozens and dozens of movies I’ve never heard of, but I’m mainly familiar with her older work: Family Plot (Hitchcock’s goofy final film), Five Easy Pieces, and Nashville, Robert Altman’s sprawling extravaganza about country music and redheads and America’s position at the time of its bicentennial. In that film Black plays Connie White, a country singer, and she wrote and performed three songs that appear in the film. (Note that the trailer I’ve included above does a really terrible job of making anyone want to see it. I’ve seen it at least five times over the years, and I’m still turned off by what they’re showing.)
Anyway, now Karen Black is back in front of the mic, guesting on the single Dreams Come True Girl by LA singer-songwriter Cass McCombs. It’s very Buddy Holly meets the Kills. Black sounds, not surprisingly, a little like and American version of latter-day Marianne Faithfull.
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The Grand View Topless Coffee Bar in Vassalboro, Maine, mysteriously burned down the other day. The owners didn’t have any insurance and it’s unlikely to reopen.
Fashion modeling can be creepsville. Which isn’t really surprising, but still.
Ben Greenman wrote an article for Maud Newton on Portland’s abundance of both writers and strippers. Unrelatedly, but worth mentioning, is that I only just noticed Oregon (and South Carolina) have both passed Rhode Island in terms of unemployment.
Andrew from Synthetic Pubes/Fuck Yeah Cilantro has an article on Filthy Gorgeous Things about the state of porn today. I have more to say about this, but probably won’t ever get around to it.
Here’s a map (it’s a pdf) of lesbian and gay rights in the world.
The Utne Reader reports on robots that can play Clue and possibly work as minesweepers. If I were ever going to play something against a robot, it would definitely be Clue. And if I were ever going to be a crazed collector of something, it would be Clue boards and ephemera.
Slap Magazine, though it (sadly) doesn’t exist in print form anymore, is still doing some pretty cool stuff online, like this portfolio of skate photographer Brian Gaberman.
The awesome Martinez Brothers got a really good write-up in the Times the other day.
If you join National Geographic’s Twitter (@natgeosociety) you get a subscription offer of $1/issue. Which I would totally do, if I actually had twelve dollars right now (I don’t.)
This dude talking about Madonna’s Till Death Do Us Part–a song I’ve been hearing a lot lately–is kind of hilarious, in an awkward public access dude way.
Michael Cera turns 21 today. Now I can legally fantasize about plying him with liquor before having my filthy way with him. Because, and I’ve said this before but it’s worth repeating, Michael Cera is ridiculously, mysteriously hot. (Though I say that as someone who has seen a total of about ten minutes of Arrested Development, so he was actually nineteen (in Superbad) the first time I ever really noticed him. Which is, you know, less creepy than if I liked him when Arrested Development started six years ago)
My busy schedule has led to, among other things, a significant decline in my Tumblarity. Now I’m only as popular as Fuck Yeah Va$htie. (Va$htie being, if you didn’t know, the girl who directed the new Kid Cudi video. Pardon me while I yawn a lot.)
