Continue the music kick with Super Water Sympathy!

I've declared my love and devotion to Shreveport local band Super Water Sympathy a long time ago. Let me say, my devotion is growing stronger! Not only did they get to record their second album in London (swanky!), they have also released their first single from the album. Boy o boy do I love love love the song. It's called Uh Oh and has already charted on itunes. Yep. They are awesome.(I'd sure love to hear the whole album and give a full review!!!)
They also have a new video to support the song. 
The video offers the multifaceted delight of each band member. It's crazy, all over the place, and done in one single shot. Bravo!
Click HERE to buy the song on Itunes! 
I'm in love with the cover art for the single. 

Awesome, right?!!!
So, buy the song and watch the video. You can watch video below, but it'd be better if.......
Click HERE for the big pretty version!!

 

 

I'm in music heaven today.

This morning I fell in love with a new artist and her album.
Paloma Faith's Fall to Grace (available on American Itunes Dec. 4)
I downloaded the album and went for a walk with it. My ears and gut were very pleased. It's as if Duffy, Marina and the Diamonds, and a touch of Amy Winehouse had a kid. If any of the three artists I mentioned are on any of your playlists, then go buy the album!!

Here's a video for your viewing pleasure.

After my walk I was back at the computer only to discover that one of my all time favorite Canadian's had released an album today. I've been waiting 5 years for another album from Esthero. That's a fun thing about "foreign" singers, you're not always inundated with promo's and videos. Just one day you wake up and BAM! a new album for ears (plus a video :)) Some of you may remember Esthero's hits Wicked Little Girls or Musical Revolution.  If she is completely new to you, that's okay, cause she is just awesome.
Her album Everything is Expensive is available as of today on American Itunes. Check it out. Buy it.
Here's a video for some teasing. 

New Obsession

Gotta love a new obsession. Especially in the form of Muse.

watch the video. enjoy the song. Cause it's all awesome.

Click Here for big pretty version.  

 

American blah de blah blah

I generally ripped apart episode of 1 of American Horror Story, now for episode two, I'm, uh, just blah.
It didn't annoy me as much as the first episode, but the number one thing missing: being scared.
Let's venture back to the man in the rubber suit. Weren't we all a little scared and yet so intrigued by him? Now we have James Cromwell as a demented Dr./scientist that probably gets his knickers off to bounding and killing women. Where's the intrigue in that? And for me, there was nothing scary about his overtness. But I did get a giggle by the way he held his junk. It seemed so forced, pun intended. 
Good point: I enjoyed the demon possession and getting a little back story on the ever so bitchy Sister Jude. I even more enjoyed the transfer of the demon to the ever so lovely virgin nun. AND I will enjoy watching that demon torment James Cromwell using the innocent flesh of a virgin to hopefully bring out his beast for the world to see. All in all, I still have hope, but it's still no Season 1. 
Oh the comparisons we have to live up to. Sucks for you Murphy. Remember season 1 of Nip/Tuck? yep! And then it all went down hill. And even with Glee, season 1 soared, and the following seasons are still trying to live up that. Is Ryan Murphy great at just season 1 shows? That's my question to you, my dear readers. Is Ryan Murphy like champagne? Drink it all quickly, cause it soon will go flat.

New Experiment. Curious?

I want to say something deep and meaningful about poetry and how it's an almost dying art form. But, I'm not gonna. Cause in me, poetry is alive and kicking. And truly, poetry will out live us all because in one form or another poems have been recorded via paper, video, graffiti, songs. Words have been put out into the universe and there's no taking that back. 
I'm attempting to reach a larger audience (more than 30 people!) with the following visual/audio experience.
Why? Because I need to.
And like the title of this blog announces, Why Not Mindy.? 
So click HERE to watch it Big.
Or enjoy the tiny version below. 

Something got trapped in an American Asylum. It might of been my brain.

American Horror Story Asylum. That's the proper title for this, miniseries, season, chapter? I don't know what to properly call it, probably cause this new format of storytelling, is in fact, new.? Yes, I add a question mark because, well...the picture below shows my face as I watched last nights episode.

That's my confused face. I'll also have a neck cramp. Notice the extreme head tilt? It's like my brain is forcing my head to one side or the other in hopes of understanding.
Now, if you haven't seen last year's American Horror Story, then stop reading, cause I may give spoilers. If you don't care or don't plan to watch, then please continue reading.
Number 1. There are returning characters. Or is it just returning actors? I don't really know yet. Cause this season they speak like they live in Boston. And because it is 50 years earlier, the characters act different. This blonde girl; confused.
Number 2. Aliens? Really? You're opening with Aliens? Wait Stop. I'm sorry. You actually open with Maroon 5 front man Adam Levine sexing up his new bride in haunted houses. Demented, but I kinda liked it. Back to the aliens. Yes. Aliens. I just got all "WHAT THE FUCK?!" in the first 10 minutes and the WTF moment kinda did a tale spin down into that stupid asylum. 
Number 3. The more I write about it, the more I know, I did not like this beginning. I'm still open for answers and connections, but I don't have that same feeling I did when I watch last year's first episode. 
Were my expectations too high, you may ask? No. BECAUSE I never watched a promo. I avoided trailers, teasers, interviews. I wanted this new story to unfold without cliff notes. Also, I wasn't too excited knowing that this chapter, season, part II, was taking place in an asylum. Seemed a bit too obvious for a show about haunted houses and dead people that appear alive.
Deep down I still believe that in a few more episodes (maybe 5) the puzzle pieces will fit together and my furrowed brow will turn into raised eyebrows and widened eyes. 
But, like Taco Bell at 2 am, I'm cautious. 
Aliens? REally? 
You got some explain' to do Mr. Murphy!
 

It's Baaaccckk!

The day have finally arrived. 
       American Horror Story starts tonight!

I've been spending a solid two months avoiding all promos or trailers or sneak peeks or 'watch the first five minutes' crap.  All in anticipation of tonight's episode. I want to be surprised. I want to be scared. I want to be dazzled. No pressure Ryan Murphy, but this second season better not suck. I understand it must be hard to live up to such an impressive season 1, but do your fans a favor and keep on the edge of our couches snuggling every pillow for comfort and security. 

Usually, when I'm excited about a show I put a link to a promo or just post it myself. Not this time folks.  Lets sit down, open minded, with no predisposed "understandings" and just let storytelling work.

You'll have my review tomorrow. :) 

Ride.

I'm obsessed. Can't stop watching. Can't stop listening. 
Breathtaking short film/music video.
I wish this piece came from my mind.
I love it so much that jealously overcomes the love. Oh the thin line.
Watch it below, but really click HERE and watch it big.

"I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean."  - Lana Del Rey  (Full poem below)

P.S. - This is 10 minutes long. Set the time aside, open your mind, and soak it in. 

   
 
 I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there's no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art.

Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.

I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever —I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself — I ride. I just ride.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy.

But I am free.

Cool Art

I need to read more. Been thinking about reading (or attempting to read) Moby Dick.
Yes, I'm the sad sack that hasn't read it. But I have read Atlas Shrugged, twice. 

Which brings me, in a very round about way,  to some cool art I found on Etsy. I love quotes. In fact, the last book I read was Quotes by Oscar Wilde. So you'll understand when you see this bitchin' art.
I'm very fond of words mixed with drawing, painting, photography.
Check it:  Art on Etsy.com
If anyone wants to buy me some prints, I'm cool with that :) I'll send you my address. I'm fond of the one below and of course Ernest Hemingway and almost all the others!

My inspiration for wanting to immediately read Moby Dick and an example of cool art.

A little after work laughter

I love my animals. They are my kids. They are perfect.
Here's a video of Buffy (cat) trying to get a bug. And if you listen closely you can hear Yoshi (dog) whimpering mostly cause he isn't involved, but he tries!! Also, what video is complete without a little Donna Summers in the background!

Nashville is my new Revenge as far as addictions go

Around this time last fall I was ranting and raving about the pilot episode and upcoming full season of Revenge. I knew that show was going to be a smash, at least for 1 season.
Well, I've just finished watching Nashville. And let me say, it's the new Revenge. This show is gonna have me clamoring for Wednesday nights like an addict waiting for a fix. 
Let's start with Hayden Panettiere's character (Juliette Barnes): bitch scares me. She is the epitome of what is wrong and sometimes right with music, acting, and young fame. Her shift from sweet to mean is effortlessly perfect. Also, it's fascinating to see such strength and wanting in a young ingenue's eyes. 
Onto Connie Britton's character Rayna Jaymes, as the aging country singer whose career isn't as top notch as it used to be.  Rayna despises the upcoming Juliette, but what's so great about that is I'm sure Rayna was the same way at that age, just with more natural talent, perhaps? 
The other main character is Nashville, the city itself. The politics, the music, the heart ache, the beauty, serve as the underlying character that really moves everything forward and sometimes backwards. 
All in all, Nashville is my favorite pilot of the Fall 2012 season. That's hard to say, cause Matthew Perry's show Go On is impecible, but I'm just a sucker for drama and music shoved into 42 glorious minutes. 
I'll leave you with "If I Didn't Know Better" sung at the end of Nashville. The song is brilliant. And if you didn't know, it's a Civil Wars song. But that's okay, cause these actors do it justice. 

 

So You Think You Can Dance and Dance Moms had a baby :)

The TV Gods have blessed my viewing eyes with even more Abby Lee.
It's no surprise that my #1 guilty pleasure of awesomeness has been Dance Moms. I cannot get enough of the dancing and the drama and Abby Lee herself. 
I had a day of sadness after Dance Moms season 2 ended. Can you blame me? But! Today I got a shock jolt of adreline when I discovered......

ABBY'S ULTIMATE DANCE COMPETITION.  What? You may ask. Let me describe in my words...
    It's So You Think You Can Dance and Dance Moms mixed into one yummy show. I almost shed a tear of happiness. Bless you Lifetime (that's the channel this blessed TV event will air on).
Here's a teaser trailer for the show, but I say skip the teaser and go straight to the show. It premiered last night, but not to worry, you can catch the episodes on mylifetime.com  Here's the teaser:

 

The days after...

...And I haven't much to say
for I left it all in the moving picture
And it's time for the next
but the loose strings weigh me down
And I'm smoking again
hoping that my brain ignites
And that logic eludes a fit mind
So it's safe to say this isn't fit
And I know it
And I don't
And I
And...


10.10.12
mab
 

"Try" and so we all will

P!nk. I tend to get all jumbley in my words when I speak of her. I've been listening to her for about a decade and she's never steered me wrong. In fact, she just gets better and better. I just wrote about her a few posts back, so I won't gush too much.
Today she released a new video for the song "Try" from the album "The Truth About Love." I'll be honest. The song hadn't grabbed my attention as much as some of the others, but after this video, I'm full blown obsessed. Someone needs to put this woman on So You Think You Can Dance pronto. Really. This 33 year old woman had a baby a year ago! You will all understand my words as soon as you watch the video.
I am providing a link to the video, cause it's too cool to be viewed small.
Watch it big and marvel. 

P!nk's music video Try 

Next Project, Next TV, Next, Next, Next...

I've been spending the last month so focused on the short "I'm Sorry For..." that I hadn't really prepped for what was next. Now, here I am, sitting at home, blogging and wondering. I'd like to take a cue from my favorite TV show (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) and say or really quote...
    "Where do we go from here? The battles done and we kinda won so  we sound our victory cheer. Where do we go from here? Why is the path unclear, when we know hope is near. Understand we go hand in hand, but we walk alone in fear. Where do we go from here?"

I do love the musical episode. A decade later and I'm still enthralled with that episode. 
Now, back to the business of where in the hell do I go from here?
Step 1. Watch some wonderfully ridiculous shows like my favorite gems, Gossip Girl and 90210.
Step 2. Shower? (Up for debate)
Step 3. Eat lunch
Step 4. Take long walk while listening to music.
Step 5. Sit in front of my brooding last written script and fix it. This step may take several days, months.

I reckon those are my five simple steps. For now. To be terribly cheesy; I'm not Buffy. I know where I'm suppose to go from here. It's time for a feature. A feature film. Cause, I can't die until I've completed at least one feature film.
Whew, that was almost some heavy shit. I shall now go complete 
Step 1.

We my not have $50k, but we have this....color us happy

The LA film prize is done. We didn't win, but I know the film connected with people. The team had a wonderful time this past weekend. Drinking, making new friends, laughing. It is the things happy lives are made of ;)
Imagine my happy life surprised to get a lovely review on Indiewire.
Seriously, feeling like a special edition TMNT action figure!(really, that's awesome.)
Take the short time to read what Matt Brennan of Indiewire had to say about the festival and his favorite films!
Indiewire Review 

All smiles here.

Pink Elephant Promotes

The last days are here. So, naturally, Rob and I are making a big promotional push. Watch this stuff!

Titled "The Pink Elephant Rises"

Days and no more counting

The LA Film Prize is just days away and I sure am happy about that. I'm ready to watch, to be entertained, and to win! Right?! Who's with me on that? (Probably not the other 19 films)
The week is stressful. If stressful involves me dressing as a Pink Elephant and running around town and into bars singing the glory of my film. (I don't actually sing, but that would be pretty cool.)
I hope everyone comes out to the festival, for I'm sure fun will be had! 
In case you know nothing about what I'm talking about: click
my short film, "I'm Sorry For..." and if you haven't "liked" the short, for the love of chocolate, do so!

As the week continues, keep your eyes open for some pretty interesting marketing for the short. Till then, enjoy some 
Elephant in a Bar pictures!