“Pretty sneaky, sis.”
The plot for the fourth installment of the Indy saga, entitled Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, has been super-secret since the project was announced. Now that the poster is revealed, it’s kinda fun to start speculating on where they’re going with this. I like what I see so far. I’m also as geeked as a sixth grader that Marion’s back.
Hmmm. Let me guess. A fedora, a bull whip, Mayan secrets…
This review of the Tool show at Los Angeles’ Nokia Theater on December 10, 2007 isn’t going to be about sound quality, amazing laser shows, set list reminders, or crowd reactions. You can find lots of that reading elsewhere. My review focuses on the more narrow topic of the actual jam itself. I’ll try to keep it short and sweet, but I can’t make any promises. [click to continue…]
We should all get together and try this at Hot Dog on a Stick.
For what they’re worth, some low quality shots snapped with my cell from the private boxes in Mezzanine B. The Nokia’s a brand new joint; a killer place to see a show. The private boxes were awesome, putting us in the first row and the back row at the same time. The only thing behind us was a curtain. We even had our own bar.
Been called:
An ace; a bad lad; jail cell bailed; a doodlin’ non-blonde; ice-cold and doobie-enabled; a b-load-laced lid; a candid and jaded lion; banned and canned; all bad boiled blood and bone; old, lean, and clean; bedded and laid; a doll bod, dialed and dancin’; a bed candle (LOL); nailed and loaded; an idol, blinded and alone; a diced cod; lanced, billed, and bleedin’; a cable dojo; a bland Alice dinin’ on noodle; a coiled li’l bell; Dean de Decadence; one bad loin libido job; a bold line; El Bien Inca; an alien; a boo-boo-clad ailed Jane; an adjoined abode de la Dandelion; ended; a bee-lined cell-nabbed coal-dabbed deed doin’ Don Leon; an oceanic canine dad; a coldie-led ball Dane, a needed cane; a band lead; a decided non-Celine Dion jab; and an idle loon, coined “lone dood”.
And J–A–C–E D–A–N–I–E–L A–L–B–A–O.
Done.
