Silent Hill, Jack Daniels, Music and Strippers

But maybe not in that order.

I saw Silent Hill on Saturday night. It was pretty fucking good, from my point of view, but I'm not expecting it to be the popular opinion. The word that springs to mind the most on this movie is uncompromising. It's a film off a video game for those that have played the games. I don't think there's a big enough audience for it to go for, and I'm surprised they didn't open it up to broader appeal. The people who see this movie are going to be the ones who saw shit like The Exorcism of Emily Rose and Saw II and Wolf Creek and Robots. And, as pointed out by reviews, this is not a movie full of teh scares. You'll be creeped out but I would only expect a couple of jumps, and the storyline and imagery aren't made as clear as they are in something like The Ring so it's going to be a miss there. But if you know the games at all? Have a field day, they managed to wedge in a shitload of locations, references and creatures.

I swung by Southridge Mall on Thursday with no real intent other than I was idly thinking of getting a haircut. I did so at some place downstairs and the guy doing it took his time hardcore, duration-wise it was probably three times as long as when I stop by the low-rung Mastercuts-variety place. In the bullshit conversation that's expected in this situation we talked about different bars and clubs in Milwaukee and when I left and tipped he accompanied my receipt with two guest passes to Silk, left to him from one of the um... entertainers that gets her hair cut there.

...only at a place like Southridge Mall will the guy cutting your hair hook you up with passes to a Strip Club. I've never been to a strip club, although many an opportunity has presented itself via various friends, and I was originally thinking that come July/August when I find myself Vegas-bound that will be the first and probably only time that streak gets broken. However, with Golden Tickets in hand--Who wants to claim ticket #2? Only condition is I get to claim to be Roland Kohl--Herb Kohl's asshole grandson--this time round.

On Friday night I went to Madison and saw Death Cab for Cutie. The show was good--are you surprised?--as it was the first 4 times I saw them. We skipped the opening band to drink at Paul's Club and this involved myself, Chris, Chris's girlfriend Jessica, my buddy Jesse from East Madison and my parents. That's right- My dad had decided Death Cab is his favorite band and he and my mom hit up the show. We got them a little intoxicated beforehand and he couldn't stop talking about how it was the greatest concert he's ever seen afterwards. And this from the guy who's caught Pink Floyd and Rolling Stones. We returned to Paul's Club after the fact and while I was waiting around at the bar I realized my parents were no longer in tow. When I spotted them my mom was over by the door, arguing with the bouncer. She didn't haver her ID and he didn't want to let her in. I had to vouch for my mom to get into the bar. It was kind of hilarious and after showing him my ID and my dad's ID he conceded and let her in.

Sunday night I returned back to Madison again, this time for an invite-only New Pornographers show that Chris hooked me up with a ticket to. It was pretty hardcore as a free event. I don't know if this "Studio No.7" is a Jack Daniels tour series or if they bought out and renamed the High-Noon Saloon in Madison, but Jack Daniels logos are all over the place and it was almost the only alcohol you could get. But again, this was invite-only so there were only 300 people or so at the event and you got two free drinks and they had appetizers and freebies all over the place. I grabbed a guitar pick that I apparently lost. Eh. It was an upscale, trendy-looking place and they had a nice outside area, and with the limit on attendees it was pretty easy to move about. A few Jack-&-Coke's were consumed. This time around I actually knew the music so I could appreciate the show a lot more, although I enjoyed myself quite a bit when I saw them with Matt Pond PA. Of course that time I think I took advantage of the $3 12 oz Spotted Cow's (compared to $6 8oz drops of Miller Lite at The Rave) to a considerable degree.

That's all I'm bothering with for now, just a quick timelined update. I might get bored again later, but I make no promises.