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Wall-E, Sick for cigarettes

Last week, I came home very drunk after seeing Collin Herring perform at Aces. I got real drunk real fast like I typically do nowadays. I was bored and a little sad after the set, especially when I finally got home. I did something radical and visited iTunes. There, I found Wall-E for digital sale. I bought it immediately.

 

I'd heard about Wall-E way before its release and knew it was a movie tailor-made for me:

Seeing as that is the most accurate portrayal of how I feel on a regular basis. 

Initially, and after watching the movie five times in a row, I felt a little irritated when I discovered that others shared a similar love for Wall-E. Encountering their banal discussion and talking points, I felt robbed of my unique and beautiful experience behind the computer screen with Wall-E and his aloneness on that other world. I wanted it to be mine and no one else's. It was like hearing someone discuss my own music or writing, totally repulsive. 

I share a deep kinship with Wall-E. Our days are the same. It was like watching myself, only more sympathetic and well, cute. But it's not "cute." I would use that adjective with other characters, though I dislike hearing the word I won't deny certain things are undeniably "cute," and can only be described as "cute." Wall-E is not that. He's something else. Just look into his eyes, just look right above the text at the picture. I haven't been able to pin point what it is, and I've given it a lot of thought over the last few days. 

I love Wall-E, I think. Not just him, though. The mystery behind it is hard to pin down. Maybe that's because Wall-E is the first on-screen non-humanoid robot that has displayed facial features, real feelings as vivid as day and real life. Still, the peculiar feeling evades my self-analysis. 

I'm sure it sounds ridiculous, but the experience of Wall-E is very emotionally intense for me, particularly the first twenty minutes. 

Recent Press Roundup: It's Hip To B Square

Weekly LA magazine CityBeat calls us for what we are, "sweaty, spandex-suited, intergalactic-romance geeks."

Los Angeles music bloggers, Classical Geek Theater (ha!), gives The Frontier Brothers a glowing live review. Did I mention how nice you're looking tonight, Classical Geek Theater? Your manners are so nice, you must have had a terrific mother.

Eenie Meenie Records digs on "How Do You Make Movies When You're Under The Sea." Hey Eenie Meenie, gives us a call. (You can reach me at 8179943131- I'll pretend I'm my secretary too.)

LA scenester, Feed Your Head, commands our attention and lists Space Punk Starlet in his top ten.

Marshall Galactic asks Go!Chicago, "How does it feel to get you’re a-s kicked by a dude in a shiny spandex suit?"

The Pasadena Weekly think they have us figure out. They don't.

Musicologist Everything Is Pop, Pop Is Everything posts a terrific article about The Kinks and gives us a name drop.

The Run-Off Groove calls our brand of rock'n'roll a "rugged one." Uh... hell yes!

Thank you world.
- Brett

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