Salam, an inexperienced young Palestinian man, becomes a writer on a popular soap opera after a chance meeting with an Israeli soldier. His creative career is on the rise - until the ... See full summary »
Driven by a constant need to create, Phish frontman Trey Anastasio takes on new projects, including some of his most personal music to date as well as Phish's ambitious New Year's Eve show at Madison Square Garden.
Set in 1825, Clare, a young Irish convict woman, chases a British officer through the rugged Tasmanian wilderness, bent on revenge for a terrible act of violence he committed against her family. On the way she enlists the services of an Aboriginal tracker named Billy, who is also marked by trauma from his own violence-filled past.
Brain Wilson said, beware the lollipop of mediocrity; lick it once and you'll suck forever. Perhaps he had Croz in mind when he chortled that chestnut. Croz has made a career out of being the least talented member of every band that suffered him graciously, but never gladly. In a career spanning what seems (and looks) like 80 years, he has penned 2 1/2 good songs (Guinnevere/Laughing/Lee Shore) the rest are instantly forgettable throwaways. Some are downright embarrassing like the skeevy Triad. A song about Croz engaging in a 3-way with 2 gamey hippie dollymops. That one killed my libido for a good three weeks. One of his much more talented former bandmates, Chris Hillman, is on record saying that Croz was aligned with the dark forces. Perhaps this explains why he was constantly scrambling around Laurel Canyon in a Lugosian cape like some extra from a Jesus Franco film. One things for certain, Croz really has it in for men with power hair. He often derides legends like Gram Parsons (apparently he was Gram's cuckold once or twice, maybe thrice) Gene Clark, and Jim Morrison. I agree with Croz about the Lizard King though, dude was a total poseur. And, yes, the Doors really couldn't swing. But Gram and Gene are two of the greatest songwriters that ever lived. It has to be the hair, as Croz himself is a tonsorial tragedy. This is why the one guy Croz showers with encomiums is good ol' J.T. a.k.a. Sweet Baby James. J.T. is the only Laurel Canyonite left with less hair than Croz! Plus they are Eskimo Bros. (Joni Mitchell, maybe Bonnie Raitt). So, yeah, I'd rather remember names like Gram Parsons and Gene "Genius" Clark. I do love Croz's Luciferian eyebrows though, they match the cape very smartly.
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