Our friend(1) Adam Scott looking sharp in an all-American summer outfit at the Scott Pilgrim premiere, via GQ.
(1) Is friend the wrong word? Maybe. But maybe not. After all, Adam worked long and hard on Scott’s hit film Torque, the one that basically MADE Scott’s career, and he was over at my house once. And then his mom sent me a nice email about Santa Cruz. So… yes. Friend is wrong. That should read BEST FRIEND.
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Jane Fonda (with bow & arrow), 1965
Photo by Dennis Hopper
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Will Oldham follows a robot around the Dogfish Head brewery in Milton, Delaware.
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Alapocas Run
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Having driven through Baltimore before, I know there are areas of the city that are like post-Katrina New Orleans, only without having been through a flood: block after block or ruined, abandoned and derelict buildings. At least New Orleans has an excuse. I don’t know what happened here. Something awful. The most likely explanation is a recent zombie invasion but I feel like I would have heard about that.
Last night we were in Philadelphia, which is a much better town than Baltimore but still no Shangri-La (unless you count the cheese steaks which are actually better than the kind you find in Shangri-La, which tend to be made out of healthy but bland rainbows). I like Philadelphia. It’s quaint and historic, which is usually a good combination. I hope to be quaint and historic myself one day, like Ben Franklin, himself a Philadelphia resident before he went off to Paris to diddle French ladies.
Great guitar solo, or greatest guitar solo?
Even better: the lead guitarist of Final Placement is taking questions about recording this song here.
