A little something inspirational for a post-holiday Monday as you attempt to crawl out from under a chocolate and jellybean induced cloud of guilt about yesterday's overindulgence: George W. Bush singing John Lennon's "Imagine". A little help from some very clever video editor is involved, admittedly, but those are George's own words. And while the words are in English, of course, the website itself is in Dutch. But if you can figure out what "George Bush zingt 'Imagine'" means, you won't have a
It was a long fight-- a generational struggle, as President Bush might say-- but UCI Professor Jon Wiener has finally prevailed: the government agreed yesterday to release the last of the classified FBI surveillance files on John Lennon. For 25 years, Wiener, a historian who has written two books on Lennon, has been denied those FBI files on national security grounds. Or the government was trying to hide material that might prove embarrassing to the reputation of the FBI behind a phony claim
The vaults of Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain and John Lennon COMBINED got nothing on those fab Nixon tapes -- now on their way to Yorba Linda! Recent listenings revealed that:
* The Dick referred to the Warren Commission report that concluded Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone killing JFK as "the greatest hoax that has ever been perpetuated."
* After Arthur Bremer in May 1972 failed in his attempt to assassinate presidential candidate George Wallace, Nixon told his chief of staff HR Haldeman and special
The funniest moment at a recent Hollywood press screening for The U.S. vs. John Lennon came when the mug of a certain despised newsmaker--who was at the height of his evil powers in the early 1970s--filled the screen and the attending media responded with a loud, sustained hiss. Here's a hint: the newsmaker WAS NOT Richard M. Nixon; his craggily, misshapen, sweat-stained fright mask would flash onscreen immediately after the solicitor of the hiss to indifferent entertainment journalist silence.
Instant Karma: The Amnesty International Campaign to Save Darfur (released June 12 by Warner Bros.) is a two-CD set of rich, famous musicians covering John Lennon songs that will raise funds to help the ravaged civilians of Sudan. It is worth the mild pain you'll experience to donate money to this eminently worthy cause while listening to some of your favorite Beatle's best solo material get molded into bland sonic paste. (You can peep the track listing here.)
The highlights for me are Youssou
On the fifth anniversary of U.S. involvement in the Iraq War, 500 protectors engaged in a silent, single-file march down Main Street in Huntington Beach.
Members of dozens of peace organizations under the Orange County Peace Coalition gathered near the Huntington Pier armed with folding card tables, flyers and bold signs. Among the groups present were Iraq Veterans Against the War, Military Families Speak Out, Cal State Fullerton Students for Peace and Justice, Code Pink and the Grey Panthers.
If you're like me (and I hope this is the only way in which you are like me, for your own good), you go through phases where you obsess on certain songs for days. Recently my musical OCD latched upon Timmy Thomas' “Why Can't We Live Together.” This 1972 hit haunted me during my youth, as its mournful yet hopeful tone and ominous, primitive drum-machine beats starkly contrasted with the bulk of relentlessly upbeat fodder most of the dial offered.
(Don't get me wrong, though: commercial rad
You may recall Laguna Beach's Tim Leedom from his books about the evils of organized religion. Or his TV and film production work. Or his carrers as a college-football player and NFL scouting facilitator. Or his time in Hawaii's offices of power. Or his publishing companies.
Leedom's latest project brushes up against at least a couple of these areas. His Newport Beach-based American Nation Films has begun filming the documentary Satyagraha, which was Mahatma Gandhi'
Hey, so sorry for not being very update-y last night: my iPhone's Internet apparently decided that we were no longer on speaking terms, and I didn't have any time to make it over to the LUXURIOUS PRESS TENT! because I was too busy seeing shows, man. So allow me to make up for lost time here.Paul McCartney closed down last night, of course. Oh boy did he. He played for two and a half hours (maybe closer to 2:40?), which I think is actually pretty typical for his recent solo shows, but an eternity
Good independent cafés are few and far between, so I count myself lucky that one of them, Javatinis, is right on my doorstep. Admittedly, the setting isn't the nicest, set in a lackluster strip mall on what feels like the edge of the world. The drinks list is familiar (including frozen drinks with names like Mango Tango), and there's a limited choice of food (bundt cakes, muffins and plain bagels, for instance). But the coffees are the real deal, created by people with passion for what they do.