I just got home from the LA premiere for American Hardcore. I was definitely excited for this movie, even though I'm not a documentary junkie, but no excitement was quite enough for how incredible it turned out to be.
I mean, sure, I like good old classic first wave hardcore as much as the next young punk who never lived it, but I always liked Fugazi more than Minor Threat. But man, does this make me wish I was, you know, alive and/or not a toddler when it all went down. The music is great, the interviews are fucking hilarious, it's masterfully put together, and the concert footage is startling (god, how fucking incredible were the Bad Brains, you guys?). You walk out of the theatre with a deep-seated need to go start a band without a fucking MySpace page. It's a great film. GO SEE IT WHEN IT HITS YOUR TOWN.
Also, my date was the inimitable and gorgeous Miss Margot_Dent, who is my favorite partner for any music-related event in this fine city, as her taste is exceptional. We totally saw that guy that Jenna Elfman accused of raping babies because of his anti-Scientology shirt. I'm going to miss how weird LA is, that's for sure.
There was an afterparty that the Circle Jerks were playing for which I got VIP lounge tickets (for an afterparty for a movie about fucking hardcore! A VIP LOUNGE! Weird!), but we were tired and ended up going to that good vegan place and calling it an early night afterward. I think that means we are officially Old and perhaps Boring.
But I'm okay with that.
Oh, and next week is Mastodon! RAWK!
I mean, sure, I like good old classic first wave hardcore as much as the next young punk who never lived it, but I always liked Fugazi more than Minor Threat. But man, does this make me wish I was, you know, alive and/or not a toddler when it all went down. The music is great, the interviews are fucking hilarious, it's masterfully put together, and the concert footage is startling (god, how fucking incredible were the Bad Brains, you guys?). You walk out of the theatre with a deep-seated need to go start a band without a fucking MySpace page. It's a great film. GO SEE IT WHEN IT HITS YOUR TOWN.
Also, my date was the inimitable and gorgeous Miss Margot_Dent, who is my favorite partner for any music-related event in this fine city, as her taste is exceptional. We totally saw that guy that Jenna Elfman accused of raping babies because of his anti-Scientology shirt. I'm going to miss how weird LA is, that's for sure.
There was an afterparty that the Circle Jerks were playing for which I got VIP lounge tickets (for an afterparty for a movie about fucking hardcore! A VIP LOUNGE! Weird!), but we were tired and ended up going to that good vegan place and calling it an early night afterward. I think that means we are officially Old and perhaps Boring.
But I'm okay with that.
Oh, and next week is Mastodon! RAWK!
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elk_pop:
Its a rerun but you are on G4 icons right now. Its neat. I like your costume.
acidgrampa:
Dreamt that you were excited about the new "work" you were getting on the back of both hands. Featured embroidery of decapitated heads, with long, thick embroidered "hair." If it makes you even half as happy as it made you in this dream, I suggest you go get it done immediately!