Dave Navarro: Porn mogul?
Apparently Dave Navarro’s taking a break from the music industry for a while, so he can focus on new projects.
Like directing a porn film.
He’ll be directing the feature-length film Broken on the Teravision label. Sounds like the perfect title for him.
He says:
”I have missed the sense of danger and edge in the music business for many years and working on this project reminded me a lot of the old days when we were just a bunch of kids in Hollywood playing the clubs, getting our hands dirty and raising some eyebrows along the way.”
Yeah, sounds like a massive publicity stunt if you ask me.
Either that, or he really is as dirty and shallow as he always appeared. I guess he’s been the face of guitar wankery for a while, it’s about time he progressed to straight wankery.
I just have to quote this as well…
Released in September, the movie’s lead star is Sasha Grey, who according to AVN.com stars as “a woman torn apart by the duality of control and powerlessness in her life.” Grey has previously starred in such delights as ‘In Through The Backdoor’, ‘Gang Bang my Face’ and the brilliantly titled ‘Cum Fart Cocktails #5’.
Porn titles are disturbing.
Anyway, got the info here - read some of the comments, they’re absolutely hilarious.
Such as this:
Wasn’t “Cum Fart Cocktails #5″ nominated for the Oscar for best screenplay and best cinematography? Anyway, it was a harrowing tale. I wept like a small, defenseless child at the end.
Brilliant stuff.
Moral support.
I text a few people complaining of boredom last night, seeing what everyone was up to.
All were busy, or not inclined to leave the comfort of their houses.
That’s fine. But really, what kind of impression does it give when everyone who replied told me to drink something?
“Have some beers”
“Where’s your scotch?”
What, alone? That’s a great habit to get into. Thanks for all your help….
All-in.
I made myself comfortable in the seat. Look around at the others around the table, a collection of all sorts.
I placed my chips in front of me, $1500 worth. Enough to last a while, considering the small blind was only $12.50.
The hand was dealt. I looked at the faces around the table, trying to get a hint of how everyone fared.
I got nothing.
My hand was a King and a Queen, red and black. Not too shabby for a first hand, plenty of potential.
Bidding started.
Moderate bids were made. The first of $25, followed by a raise to $50.
The girl to my right raised.
To $1200.
That was unexpected.
I looked at her. She was wearing a horrid purple hat, with dark glasses hiding her eyes.
Ok, I thought. My hand has some potential. Shes probably bluffing.
“Call.” I placed my chips in the game.
Two others called, teh rest folded but one, who raised to $1600.
I didn’t even have that much!
Still, I wasn’t going to fold now and forfeit that previous $1200 without even seeing the flop.
“All-in.”
Blood has been spilled this night.
Watching the news last night, they run a segment telling of how there was going to be a full eclipse at around 10 pm, likely resulting in a Red Moon.
I get prodded in the stomach.
“Can we watch?”
Yeah alright.
It should be easy. I mean, we’re up on a hill, higher than most places. There’s not too much cloud cover. We should get a stunning view.
10 o’clock rolls around, and we head outside to have a look.
Thwarted!
The trees got there before us, taking all the good high spots. And they somehow convinced their friends the clouds to come have a look too, completely obscuring any view for us.
Just like when that dude with the afro/mullet sat in front of me at the Pink Floyd Experience.
Bastards.
Still, from the photos I’ve seen on various sites, it looked absolutely stunning.
Yer Blues.
“Feel so lonely. Wanna Die.”
For a classic Beatles song, from the White Album, the lyrics sound so…. emo.
I suppose it just represents the link between the different music styles. Rock, and Emo, both supposedly trace their roots back to the Blues.
But still, I’ll take the blues any day. Music with true feeling and expression as opposed to boy bands with instruments and ridiculous hair wailing into microphones, I mean come on.
Even this song, written by John Lennon apparently as a mockery of the blues - much in the same way we would mock emo by writing lyrics such as “You don’t like me. Gonna cut myself.” - is vastly surperior to a lot of that angst ridden stuff that comes out these days.
Of course, the beatles studio performance lacks the edge the blues needs. I mean lets face it, Harrison wasn’t really a blues guitarist.
So how do we give the song the oomph it needs?
Easy.
Bring Clapton in. Makes it a Blues masterpiece.
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