And tonight’s entertainment is:
You know, at this rate, I’ll have managed to see all those ’80s bands I missed back in high school by the end of this decade…
And tonight’s entertainment is:
You know, at this rate, I’ll have managed to see all those ’80s bands I missed back in high school by the end of this decade…
Oh, I think I’m going to like this… via Michael May’s Adventureblog I’ve just heard about a new series of pulp-adventure novels to be published by Hard Case Crime, the wonderful small-press company that’s been trying to single-handedly revive a bygone aesthetic with a mix of Golden Age reprints and new material by current authors, all wrapped in lurid vintage-style art work. (FYI, Hard Case may be best known for publishing Stephen King’s experimental mystery/journalism novel The Colorado Kid, which I quite liked although I know many other folks did not).
Bookgasm has the goods on this new series:
Debuting next May, the novels will be issued once a month in true serial fashion, ghostwritten by several Hard Case authors under the nom de plume of [Gabriel] Hunt himself, the globetrotting adventurer, with painted covers by Glen Orbik.
The publisher promises classic adventure fiction aimed squarely at “anyone who grew up reading H. Rider Haggard and Edgar Rice Burroughs or watching Harrison Ford wield his bullwhip at the movies.” Sounds right up my alley, and in fact I’m jealous I didn’t think of doing this myself. The timing probably couldn’t be better; I suspect there’s a whole lot of people out there for whom Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was just good enough to whet their appetite for more period adventure, but they haven’t quite known where to find it. In fact, when I saw the promo art above, I thought at first glance that it was for a new Indy tie-in (it was the Sallah clone in the fez that did it, I think, since Gabriel Hunt himself looks more like Rick O’Connell in the Mummy movies).
Anyhow, if you think this might be something you’d like, too, head over to “Hunt’s” official web site and sign up for the email newsletter. I’ll post more details about the series as I encounter them…
In the previous entry, I said that when I was a kid, I wanted to be grow up to be a starship captain (item #24). Well, yeah, that was my first choice. But I also thought something like this would be pretty cool, too:
Alas, that didn’t work out so well either…
Via Pulp of the Day.
I found the following meme over at Puffbird’s LiveJournal. It’s actually one of those questionnaires that used to circulate via email before they started going to ground in the blogosphere, so some of the questions are a little inappropriate for this medium. Also, I may have done this one before — many of the questions look vaguely familiar — or maybe it’s just that some of the questions have appeared in others I’ve done. Whatever. I was feeling meme-y — dang Beaker — and wanted to participate. Enjoy…
If Rick Springfield isn’t your thing, perhaps you’d prefer some classical?
That new Journey CD I mentioned a couple days ago is a great summertime listen, but the album I’m really waiting for — man, that feels weird to even think, let alone admit, because this is the first time in a very long time that I’ve actually been anticipating a new music release — is Venus in Overdrive, the latest from my main man, Rick Springfield. It’s not hitting stores and online sellers until July 29, but the first single from it, “What’s Victoria’s Secret,” is already peeking out from behind the curtain: The Girlfriend heard a few seconds of it on the radio yesterday, and I’ve just found the video below. This may or may not be the “official” video — I’m not sure if this is just a performance on some TV show or if this is the actual promo clip made to go with the song — but give it a click anyhow and see what you think:
I like it — there’s a definite “Jessie’s Girl” vibe there, but that’s okay by me, and it suggests that maybe Rick is trying to get back onto the charts after a long time in the wilderness. The press release for Venus confirms that he’s going for a more light-hearted, radio-friendly sound than his recent efforts (shock/denial/anger/acceptance was a great album and a fine artistic achievement, but song titles like “Every Night I Wake Up Screaming,” “Your Psychopathic Mother,” and “Idontwantanythingfromyou” don’t exactly appeal to a mass audience, you know?), with Rick even going so far as to refer to the new album as “Son of Working Class Dog.” Hopefully that’s a good descriptor of what the fans are likely to be hearing shortly: some good-time pop-rock with strong hooks and maybe just a hint of grit around the edges. (Working Class Dog was, of course, Rick’s big breakthrough record, the one that spawned “Jessie’s Girl” and a couple of other singles; it was also the very first LP I ever owned, and lyrically a bit darker and more grown up than most people remember.)
In any event, it’s shaping up to be a great summer, musically speaking at least…
If you’ve been scratching your head all weekend, pondering the meaning of the previous entry, allow me to explain now: on Friday night, The Girlfriend and I went to something that seems to be turning into an annual event for us, a little thing we like to call “the Old Fart Triple-Threat Summer Nostalgia Party-time Concert™.” As you may recall, last year’s line-up consisted of The Stray Cats, The Pretenders, and ZZ Top. This year, it was Cheap Trick, Heart, and Journey. Yes, I’m well aware I have the musical tastes of a mullet-headed, Camaro-lovin’ fifteen-year-old from the year 1985. Did you have a point?
Anyhow, to be honest, we almost didn’t go to this one. We only bought our tickets a week beforehand, following about a month of conversations that were all variants on the theme of, “Do you want to go?” and “I dunno, do you want to go?” What finally clinched it for us was picking up Journey’s latest album, the aptly named Revalation. It’s their first release featuring their new lead singer, Arnel Pineda, and it is, in a word, incredible. Sonically, it could’ve been recorded at the band’s peak 25 years ago, and yet the songs are deeper than anything on Escape or Frontiers — it’s the same old sound, but now coming from a more mature place, and it’s immensely appealing if you like these older bands. I’ve had it on nearly constant rotation in my car the last couple of weeks. Even so, it was Anne — who I must remind everyone was always a New Wave girl back in the day, and is most definitely not an aging rocker like me — who finally said she really wanted to see Arnel live, based on the bonus DVD that comes with Revelation. We managed to find some reasonably decent seats, considering how late we finally made up our minds, and we were off…
No, really, just try… give a shot…
Aw, man… I just read over at Wil Wheaton’s blog that Star Trek: The Experience, the museum/ride/restaurant/gift shop/ultimate geek mecca in Las Vegas, will be closing down at the end of summer, September 1.
A number of movie blogs are reporting that Quentin Tarantino’s long-gestating World War II project Inglorious Bastards might be finally sputtering to life. My sharp-eyed loyal readers are aware, of course, that I don’t much care for Tarantino films, but I find I’m looking forward to this one, for no other reason than to hear the fulminating reactions of the local prude brigades when the word “bastards” goes up on theater marquees all over the valley…
In the words of the immortal Bugs Bunny, “ain’t I a stinker?”