9.23.2008

WWJD... He'd Twitter

I love the Internet. It's the only place I can go on a daily basis and consistently be amazed at what I find (and I'm not just talking about weird fetishes). Today, an article I was reading sent me to Gospelr, a micro-blog for Jesus. I sat at the home page for 30 minutes trying to decide whether this was a place for me or if Rev. Jim should emerge from seclusion to participate. I think my soul could use a little micro-blog healing, don't you?

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9.20.2008

Six Bloggin’ Years Ago

So, Twistedjim.com turned six years old today. And instead of treating our oldest to a birthday celebration worthy of My Super Sweet Sixteen, Twisted Wife went to Old Shawnee Days (don’t ask) and I took Twisted Son to Twisted Daughter’s soccer game. Instead of cake and ice cream, I got to watch a bunch of five and six year-old girls kick a ball one at a time and then stand there as the next little girl kicked the ball. It was riveting.

I expected Twisted Daughter to be the team enforcer. She’s a little big for her age and can easily run the other girls over. I thought this was going to be her season. As soon as the ref blew the whistle to start the game, she took the ball right down the field and scored a goal. Unfortunately, all the other little girls didn’t realize the game had started and they just stood there as she ran by. It was SWEET! Once they brought the ball back to midfield and informed the others that the game had started, TD took the ball right down the field and scored again… SUPER SWEET! After that, the other girls realized they were playing soccer. TD lost interest but ran around and kicked the ball a few more times… super suck!

As I stood there clapping and faking a smile, I thought of how we’d neglected Twistedjim.com all day. Then, I realized it is just a blog and I just wanted a piece of cake. Good thing my birthday’s right around the corner.

Thanks for the last six years.

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9.16.2008

TwistedYouTube

As you may or may not know, I am an avid user of new technologies. If it's bright and shiny, I want it. So, you're probably wondering why it took so long for Twisted Jim to get on YouTube The truth is I used to have a little site called Bedlam City. It was intended to be an online film festival. Of course, the site was launched a month or two before YouTube became the place to upload your videos. So, Bedlam City was a monumental failure. I never really blamed YouTube, I just didn't see it as the place for my videos... until now.

Of course, this begs the question, "Where else is Twisted Jim? Can I become his Friend?" So, here's the list for those of you who have not poked, tweeted, friended, apped or written on my wall:

Twisted Jim on Twitter - Follow Me!
Twisted Jim on Facebook - Friend Me!
Twisted Jim on MySpace - Stalk Me!
Twisted Jim on YouTube - Can't Follow the Link Above Me!

Oh, by the way, Bedlam City is being redesigned. It is going to become my take on parenthood and living in the suburbs. Remember Rock Fathers? Stay tuned.

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9.06.2008

Genius Doesn’t Discriminate

In the last month, there have been a couple of significant losses to our world that went largely unnoticed. Two men of extraordinary talent passed away, and the vast majority of people would probably struggle to remember their names unless they were the answer to a $1,000,000 trivia question. These two men were Isaac Hayes and Jerry Reed.

Like many, my love for these two artists’ work started with movie theme songs. Isaac Hayes’ Theme from Shaft and Jerry Reed’s East Bound and Down are two of my all-time favorite songs. With Shaft being the epitome of the hardass, sex-machine cop film and Smokey and the Bandit defining car chase movies, Reed’s and Hayes’ songs have become the standard by which movie themes are measured. To this day, when I hear these songs, I walk with a little more soul or I lean into the accelerator and run a red light. These songs not only define a moment in time for me, they define an attitude.

Both men transcended the music industry and became great character actors. Jerry Reed perfected the Good Ol’ Boy and Isaace Hayes became everyone’s favorite Chef. Okay, so their influence on screen was nothing compared to their musical influence. Hayes showed countless musicians exactly how much soul it took to play Soul and Reed was one of the most amazing guitarists to ever pick up the instrument. Like most, I would give my left arm to have even a fraction of the talent these two men had. They were artists in the truest sense of the word and they will be missed.

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9.01.2008

Musicals and Twisted Jim Do Not Mix

I've told the stories over and over again about my experience with musicals. Twisted Parents bought season tickets to Starlight Theater when I was a child. I remember seeing The King and I, The Music Man, Annie and The Sound of Music all with second rate touring companies mixed with local talent. It was exactly as awesome as it sounds. Okay, this looks like I'm blaming my issues with musicals on my parents, or more specifically Twisted Mom. But that's really not the case. I think it is a deep-seeded fear of people spontaneously breaking into song. And when I say "fear" I mean I am deeply afraid of spontaneous singing to explain your feelings. It's almost funny with how much I love music that I suffer from Sociomelophobia.

Twisted Wife took me to see Rent at our local music hall years ago when we started dating. I acted like it was okay, but I can still feel the dread just thinking about it now. At the time, I thought "it's a rock opera, it can't be that bad." Then I remembered how Tommy made my skin crawl. The only difference with Tommy is that the music can actually stand on it's own as rock. I don't think there are many people who will argue that Jonathan Larson is not Pete Townsend... anyone?

Then, there was the whole Moulin Rouge episode. I watched it after all the hype and acclaim, thinking I would get over my fear. I really wanted to think it was good... it wasn't. I even watched it a second time to make sure I hadn't missed that one scene that made it a spectacular movie. Instead, it was four hours of my life wasted.

This weekend, Twisted Wife stopped at the Red Box and brought home yet another musical hoping to erase my fears. She thought, and rightfully so, that the subject matter of this musical would finally make me see the light. This silver bullet was Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Granted, TW hit the mark thinking a bloody mess of a musical may turn me on to the genre. But, she was wrong. No matter where you're sitting, it's still a musical. It could have been written by Kafka, directed by David Lynch, starred Crispin Glover with music by Trent Reznor and it would have still been a musical that was nothing more than cinematic masturbation.

Thank god TW slept through the whole thing so she didn't have to witness my disgust.

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8.22.2008

Shout Outs

It gets a little weird when the people you work with every day find out you have a website. It's usually about 6-8 months into working somewhere that someone types your name into Google and then tells everyone in an important meeting when you are trying to impress a valuable client about how you have a blog. I know this scene well considering I've had three jobs during the six years of Twistedjim.com's existence.

Some people's initial feeling as that you will write about them at some point. So, they check it out for a few weeks and realize that when you say you don't write about work... you really don't write about work. But, thinking that you'll break your rule because they are simply too cool not to write about, they come and ask, "Hey Twisted Jim, when are you going to give me a shout out on your little blog?" Normally, I say, "Never. I don't write about co-workers unless they put up YouTube videos." And since no one wants to potentially embarrass themselves like DMac and Lightning Fingers, the conversation usually ends there.

However, some people are very persistent. They think that I have time to chronicle their lives on my blog, not realizing that I have so many more important things to post here for Twisted Mom and the two or three Twisted Friends that read this thing. I mean, c'mon, Bigfoot body hoaxes and concert reviews don't just write themselves. So, instead of giving a shout out to one of my more pushy co-workers, I decided to give a shout out to someone who actually deserved it. Ahem...

As promised, though a little late, I have to give a big congratulations to one of the Twisted Friends, Lou, for her promotion and subsequent raise. Now she can buy all of us drinks at the next Happy Hour for making her look good and saying nice things about her to upper management. What? She bought an iPhone with the extra money. Hmmm... kinda selfish, don't ya think?

So, congratulations Lou for being the first Twisted Jim shout out that didn't involve embarrassing yourself on YouTube.

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8.19.2008

The Mystery Continues

Of course, the Bigfoot body turned out to be a hoax. I might be a little disappointed, but the truth is I'm mostly happy. Some things are better as mysteries. To me, mystery typifies beauty. And the beauty of monsters is that there is no conclusive evidence of their existence, which helps me preserve a small piece of my innocence.

Aliens that only drunk rednecks see, sea monsters that only drunk Scots and Canucks see and woodland apes that only drunk hunters see, I believe in them all. I've told Twisted Wife and Twisted Friends time and time again my dream job would be chasing these mysteries... and I have a $10 gallon of whiskey ready to go when I retire and begin the chase.

posted by Jim at 11:17 PM | Comments (0)

8.15.2008

Simply Amazing (or Possibly Not)

I don't normally do this from work. But this news is too big. As an amateur ghost and Bigfoot fanatic, I am proud to share... Bigfoot has been found.

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8.11.2008

My Favorite Band from Chicago?

There is an ongoing debate in my head. Which do I like more, bands that never quite made it, or bands that have sold out? This is never more evident than when I discuss my favorite bands from Chicago. On one hand, we have Billy and Co. And on the other hand, we have Smoking Popes. Everyone knows the Pumpkins but, judging from the crowd Sunday night, still not everyone knows the Popes. According to Twisted Wife, this is a travesty. And I whole-heartedly agree.

Smoking Popes: Record Bar 8/10/08
This review was going to be extremely short. It was going to say, "They rocked... and you missed it." How do I know you weren't there? Because I got everyone's name and we're all starting a Facebook group. Granted, Record Bar is not a big place, but I've seen more people there... to see a Journey cover band (no offense, JD). And all I can ask myself is "why?" I've never met anyone who doesn't like Smoking Popes.

So, putting aside the lack of support for this amazing band, I have to to review the show. It opened with Koufax. A solid band from Lawrence, KS. They have come a long way since the first time I heard them and I have to say they are probably the most impressive opening band I've heard this year. Of course, I was eating a very tasty Record Bar burger as they played their set, which helps them immensely. I was sitting right in front, so they had to notice they were my dinner music. I literally could have handed them a french fry, and yet they rocked the dinner crowd.

One thing Koufax did well was cover for the headliner who seemed to be running a bit late. As Koufax played their final song, Smoking Popes were loading in their gear. It was nice being in a small club and seeing this not only play out but be pointed out by Robert Suchan. of course, these were professional bands with years of experience, right? I wasn't going to be waiting 45 minutes while the opener got their ass offstage and the headliner set up and sound checked, was I? Hell no!

Smoking Popes jumped onstage, threw their drums and amps together and started playing hit after hit after new song after hit. It was inspiring. It's been a very long time since I've seen a band walk into a bar and start into their set within 20 minutes, ala Blues Brothers at Bob's Country Bunker. But Sunday night Smoking Popes showed everyone in the crowd of 40-ish how rock music is played. It was easily one of Kansas City's best shows this year. That's right, I said it. This show rivaled The Raconteurs at the Uptown. Sure, Tim Finn won't agree. But then again, I don't remember seeing Tim in the audience.

So, long story short... they rocked and you missed it.

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8.08.2008

Hyperconnected or Just Hyper

It all started with this blog. Then, I got a cell phone. Then, an iPod and MySpace account. Next I started to podcast, and then came a Facebook account and I started to Twitter. And now, I am officially blogging from my mobile device.

It's Twisted Jim 2.0. Next thing you know, I'll be the first to get an RFID or WiFi chip implanted so I don't have to carry a phone, iPod or laptop. I can just think, and it will get posted on the appropriate blog, sharing site or social network. Mmm...thought posting.

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