People who know me tend to give me that awkward look where their eyes squint and they get that baffled look as their head tilts a little bit when I say that I like Chet Atkins.
Chet Atkins is one of the greatest finger picking guitar players. He's old school and he's definitely the kind of music people associate with a banjo and the state of Kentucky. A friend of mine gave me his Tribute to Bluegrass album... and it's immensely twangy and entertaining. It definitely rekindled my love for this style of music.
I'd also recommend checking out Doc Watson for anyone interested in Chet Atkins. Not quite a finger picker, but Doc Watson can carry the storytelling aspect of country music to a whole new level.
Led Zeppelin -After longtime speculation that Led Zeppelin would go on without front man, Robert Plant, it's finally been confirmed that there are no plans for the band to tour.
*Insert sigh of relief*
A couple months ago after hearing that Zepp, minus Plant, was planning a 2009 tour, potentially, with Myles Kennedy (Alter Bridge vocalist) taking up the reigns of vocals.
I was... distraught to say the least.
I obviously don't like to stand on my soapbox and preach... ehem, but I would have truly hated to see Zeppelin stoop like that. I'm sure it was not a matter of them selling out, they have enough money as it is, but the prospect of Plant not fronting the band is disheartening.
For a full story, check out Paste Magazine's website.
The Unborn -
Ok, I said I would bring some other entertainment outlets to his blog and I am.I went out on a limb and agreed to see The Unborn with some friends of mine.
I'm pleasantly surprised as to how much some horror movies don't fail (i.e. The Strangers), but I regret to say that The Unborn lived up to all my expectations.
It was terribly funny.
Definitely written and geared towards the preteen values of horror movies, The Unborn follows a babysitter terrorized by nightmares of her mentally ill mother, locusts and a florescent-blue eyed little boy who does nothing more than make gawky faces and scream a lot.
Screenwriter, David S. Groyer decided to make a witch brew of bad plot devices and came out with uninspired, anti-religious psycho-babble mixed in with a hit-and-run involving a kid on a big wheel.
All the scares in the flick attempt to not be typical (and fail), most of which end up being hilarious - just wait for the boy stuffing himself in a medicine cabinet and popping out. It's awesome. Everything in the movie is so prolonged and contrived that it would take a double dose of Viagra to get enough blood pumping to make your heart rate increase. They are a lot like a Family Guy moment how drawn out they are.
Odette Yustman is a cardboard cutout of the babysitter archetype and her friends are even worse. They're the inbred offspring of The Hills actresses and Keanu Reeves with a speech impediment.
At least you get to see Gary Oldman use a shofar. Epic.
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