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January 4, 2009 at 9:53 pm (books, fashion, music) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Today one cable TV channel showed reruns of American Idol. While I don’t religiously follow the show, I like it enough to keep it on while reading TC Boyle’s “Drop City” (more on this in later posts). The finale of Season 6 was on, where Gwen Stefani performed “4 in the Morning.”

My thoughts while watching: 1) I love this song and 2) Man, if I can temporarily trade lives with anyone, it would have to be Gwen Stefani. I mean, come on. Vocalist of one of the coolest rock bands in the 90s, successful solo career, amazing cross-over into fashion–I want to wear every single piece from her L.A.M.B. line’s Spring 2008 Ready-to-Wear collection. She also has a a hot musician husband, and two kids named Kingston and Zuma! How cool is that?

Aside from Gwen Stefani, I’d also like to know what it’s like to be Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, daughter of French Vogue editor-in-chief Carine Roitfeld. I adore her style, and the way she can wear an all-black outfit without looking like she’s going to a funeral (it’s the varying textures, the minimalist but bright makeup, and the smile).

Now, if I can temporarily trade lives with someone and go back in time, I’d like to be Lori Maddox at the peak of her affair with Jimmy Page. Hihihi.

According to Stephen Davis’s “Hammer of the Gods,” Jimmy, who was then in his late 20s or early 30s, chased then 14-year-old Lori all over town. She kept avoiding him because she was afraid of the older groupies who she said would surely beat her up if they found out she was with Jimmy, but he was Jimmy Page man, founder and lead guitarist of Led Zeppelin, so he had her…kidnapped, sort of.

According to Lori, this is how it went (from “Hammer of the Gods”):

Next thing you know, we’re all back at the Riot House. We’re walking down the corridor of one of Zeppelin’s floors and suddenly I got snatched–kidnapped–into the room. It was dimly lit with candles and at first I couldn’t really see.  And then I saw Jimmy, just sitting there in the corner, wearing this hat slouched over his eyes and holding a cane…he looked just like a gangster. It was magnificent!

And then she goes on to describe him as the most romantic guy in the world, how he’d fly back to her after concerts and how they’d cry once they reach the hotel because they were so happy to see each other. Of course, this was all just from Lori’s point of view, but man, win.

Jimmy of course later turned out to be an ass by ditching Lori to be with Bebe Buell (rock star muse, Liv Tyler’s mom, part of the inspiration for the character Penny Lane in Almost Famous). Ah, well.

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August 2, 2008 at 2:11 pm (film, life, music) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

I’m trying to like My Morning Jacket, but I find them not nearly as likeable as New York-based Vampire Weekend which was dubbed The New Great Discovery, or something to that effect. Actually I wasn’t too crazy about Vampire Weekend’s songs either, save for “Oxford Comma.” They sound kind of folksy, and while that’s not a bad thing, I guess it’s just not my cup of tea.

Anyway, it’s just that I’ve been seeing My Morning Jacket’s name everywhere, and I want to know what it’s all about. I guess I have to watch Elizabethtown in full to appreciate them–they were the band featured as Ruckus. I never finish Elizabethtown when it’s being shown on cable, even though I adore Cameron Crowe (hello, Almost Famous), mostly because for some reason I can’t stand Orlando Bloom and never really liked Kirsten Dunst.

See, I’ve been constantly trying to find a new band to like while The Strokes have yet to release their fourth album. So far the search is futile–no band’s given me that magical feeling you get when you know from the first track that you’re going to love their music. That’s the way I felt when I first listened to Nirvana years ago. And Pearl Jam, and the Smashing Pumpkins, and The Who, and more recently, the White Stripes, Muse, and The Strokes. Ah, the good old days.

So right now I’m sticking to new stuff from the old and familiar–R.E.M.’s Accelerate, The Raconteurs’ Consolers of the Lonely. Not bad, but still.

Anyway, I gotta fly. Will see The Dark Knight with RJ in a few hours.

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