Blog: The Sean Show

So, Daddy's hit 10 thousand hits. For some o' youze blogwhoring muthafuckas, that's not a big deal, but for this here blog, which isn't nearly so big or impressive, 10K is pretty fucking huge. So: Stay in School, Just Say "No", Eat Yer Veggies, You Know the Drill, bitches.... xoxo- S!

You said it, brother... In brighter news, Paramount is not going to butcher, er, um...I mean, produce a Watchmen film. I, for one, think that's largely for the best. As much as I love comics and (to varying degrees) the films they inspire, I just can't wrap my head around a Watchmen film. If the producers and screenwriters borrow too heavily from the graphic novel, it's too thought-provoking and moody to be a summer blockbuster. Watchmen [...]

It's been a long time since I left you without a rock beat to step to... (Sorry. Despite my best attempts, I couldn't resist. -Ed.) While cleaning out some old music files I noticed I've been pretty electronica-heavy in my recent music posts. And while I've been somewhat converted to extolling the virtues of bleepity-bleep synth goodness, I'm always going to be a punk kid at heart. Give me balls-out rock any day, and I'm happy as Michael Jackson at the St. Vinnie's Boys [...]

I love my guy. Chemistry Lad is such a sexy lil' bastard, to be sure, but I'm more grateful that he's sweet and emotionally open and thoughtful and goofy as all hell. He's also a saint who endures my idiot foibles and turbulent mood swings. He makes me feel free. Knowing that CL's in my corner makes me stronger than anything in this world. I want to be the best I can be, because he deserves nothing less. [...]

It's entirely possible that I'm the only person on the planet who missed the coming of L'altra . It's possible, but I doubt it. These crazy kids-the formerly coupled Lindsay Anderson and Joseph Costa-produce the tiny sounds that come from the hushed pillow talk shared between lovers. These intimate conversations come across as refreshingly organic; in less capable hands, these would be cloyingly forced. The bedroom glitch is an inviting and spacious backdrop to the restrained soul vocals. This is the sound of being in love too late. Dreamy. [...]

Straight men are entirely too repressed. Gay men are not repressed enough. That is all.

Okay, let me make a confession here: there are times when I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, but I go along with it anyhow to see how it turns out. Sometimes I look like a total fool, and others I come across like some kind of savant genius. Outside of some consistent themes-rock-infused electronica, detached chick vocalists-there's not much in way of similarity to the tracks in this mix. This isn't so much a virtual mixtape as it is a sampler, or perhaps a soundtrack to the important scenes in your [...]

This installment of my weekly advice column is going to be a little different. I'm hoping regular readers will indulge me while I go off on a slightly related tangent. In lieu of the standard question-and-bitchy-yet-insigh tful-answer format, I'd like to offer an FAQ on a topic near and dear to me. This is a shout-out to all Tattooed Love Boys and Girls. You know who you are, and I love you for it. A lot of this post is inspired by a series of conversations between me and Ex-Raver, though *la, [...]