I just found out the Scotch 'n Sirloin at the Ventura Harbor is closing. Kinda sad... a lot of memories over the years connected with it. (But), it was never about the food, it wasn't that memorable.
It was the kick-ass setting.
Hopefully it'll reopen with a top-notch chef and updated menu. And a decent wine list. The last time I ordered wine by the glass I sent it back... they'd merely stick the cork back in the bottle to store it. Yuck.
Whatever. CBS got the ratings benefit of a couple great performances, as well as a remarkable candid interview.
Ann Powers says it best with her thoughtful commentary regarding rock 'n roll, popular music and the evolution of button-pushing performance on television and Lambert's place among them.
As for myself, well, it certainly
seems that we’re a nation of prudes with a sexual double standard. The fact
that we are blasé about and accept mind-numbing visuals regarding appalling
violent images yet squirm at the sexual (except those which may very well
be rooted in misogyny) speaks volumes.
have been playing that card for quite some time, so the logical conclusion to
reach about this kertuffle is that it's Lambert's sexuality and not the
performance that is fueling the outrage. Replace a female in the piece and
honestly assess if any outrage that you have would be quite as intense
network had to know what he was up to, it's disingenuous
on their part to feign otherwise. He may have thrown a curve ball with that
kiss or a gesture or two, so what? The rest was choreographed down to the
finest detail, there were pictures all over the internet in the days leading up
to the show with those costumes, it was likely repeatedly rehearsed, and he was giving interviews the previous few days that spelled out the he direction he
To entertain. And make us think... perhaps just a bit.
I spent this afternoon with my mother. Yes, the one who's been driving me crazy because she refuses to accept the fact that she can't live alone any longer and she's a risk to herself. (But) I was going easy on her, because she turned 82 the other day and I didn't want to be too much of a c**t, er, bitch.
Anyhoo... the conversation drifted to pop culture. My mother (and if I'm honest mayhap it's a inherited trait, as per #7 on the Eight Random Things memefrom a couple years ago) is a pop culture trivia expert. She was lamenting the fact that she missed all the performances of this good looking kid Adam who she caught on Regis and Kelly that could sing like nobody's business.
So I pressed play on the CD that was already loaded, and while she enjoyed most of the songs she absolutely flipped for Ring of Fire.
OMFG (yes, my mother does use that type of verbiage, albeit with the entire words) that is the sexiest song that I've ever heard and promise to make a copy for me. Promise, And bring it over asap.
Now, as my mother is a pop culture wizard - and with Lambert's sudden celebrity and accompanying references in all manner of tabloids - she is aware that Adam's gay. And it's funny, as much as she's a product of her generation and its prejudices, she's also in agreement with Adam himself when he states that sexy's universal. Of course, I don't know how much of this stems from her wild and woolly days and wayswhen she was a part of the Hollywood of more than fifty years ago.
I was going to segue into the rather diverting phenom about the part of Lambert's fan base that's manifesting as the Cougar Brigade. Newsweek has an articlediscussing it, although I found Huston's essaymuch more amusing. Even if I don't relate in any way to the urge to throw my underwear onto any stage where Adam's performing.
I'm certainly old enough to be typecast into this category. However, the fact is, I don't lust after Adam. I stopped lusting after unattainable celebrities when I was in junior high.
Butthis marvelously talented and sexy young man has certainly awakened the joy and yes the sexiness within me, which was communicated through the conduit of his electrifying performances and the songs he sings.
As much as I may have disdained Idol in the past I'm glad for what - and whom - happened this past season.And I can't wait for his original CD/album to be released. Who knows? If there's vinyl perhaps I'll invest in a turntable once again...
That title, in case you're wondering, is metaphorical and not literal. (Although I do love to zen out at a couple of my favorite beach spots where the dolphins are usually reliably coasting parallel to shore and never fail to lift my spirits, regretfully I haven't had time lately for such indulgence.)
Nope, life's just a bit too frazzled upon the rodent wheel, and at this point I've mastered a clip where I'm afraid if I falter it'll take too long to establish the pace once again.
It was always my stance on this blog not to make it too personal. Huh? Oxymoron? I mean it simply in the sense of not giving away too much of the lives of those who are closest to me. I have no problem espousing personal opinion on a wide variety of topics and issues.
My kids, (who are actually adults, yet will always be kids as far as I'm concerned), are mentioned casually from time to time while taking care to render them unrecognizable. I haven't gone to the place where my daughter is once again living with me after finishing college and living on her own and it not working out due to the current economic maelstrom and not liking it one little bit that she's back here and working part-time retail. (I'm rather enjoying that masterful run-on sentence and yes it was on purpose.)
I also refrain from relishing the fact that her brother had the luck to be born more than a decade earlier and hence was enabled to make the most of his career climb since college and has carved out an admirable niche within The Industry (for a laugh-out-loud take from my sister's perspective of said nephew you really should read this).
Or my mother. Sigh. My mother.
Right now it's trying to cope with the fact that she recently suffered a fairly bad fall, yet didn't break anything and somehow escaped the requirement of hospitals or doctors to report such incidents when they happen to elderly people living alone. She's stalling going into assisted living, and we can't make her do it, it's maddening. At this point I don't want to report her, it needs to be verified that she still has the private extended care policy she's always claimed.
It is such déjà vu. It brings back all the memory of her suicide attempt when I was in high school, and how she escaped the therapy required after such an incident by charming her doctor. But that's one for the joint memoir.
Meanwhile, time for Timmy to put to song the searching for dolphins in the sea...