By John Lichman, Vadim Rizov, Keith Uhlich, Jeremiah Kipp, Kevin B. Lee, Preston Miller, and S.T. VanAirsdale (in absentia)
[Editor's Note: The views expressed in this podcast are those of the commenters, and do not necessarily reflect the official policies, positions, or opinions of The House Next Door.]
By this point, I think we could be discussing Godard for all I remember. (Ed note to John: You predicted the death of Paul Newman, you callous son of a hamster!) Let's listen together faithful non-listener. (JL)
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John Lichman is a freelance writer who contributes to The Reeler, Primetime A&E [print only] and anyone with cash. He works odd jobs to afford his vices, sleeps on couches and can drink Vadim Rizov under a table.
Vadim Rizov is a New York-based freelance writer. His work has appeared in The Village Voice, The Onion AV Club and Paste Magazine, among others.
Keith Uhlich is editor of The House Next Door.
Jeremiah Kipp sees no evil.
Kevin B. Lee walks in the shoes of many a great man before.
Preston Miller is taken. Hands off ladies!
S.T. VanAirsdale had to run.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
HND@Grassroots: Season 2, Episode 1 (19), "Summer Sátátangó, Part 3"
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Summer Satatango Part 3 was the best podcast ever! THE FUTURIST! learned so much ... 1. that Satatango is not a seasonal alcoholic thirst quencher with a tiny umbrella and fruit bits swirling in it, but that it IS, in reality, a film by a Hungarian filmmaker - 2. how alcohol can make one say so much, yet so little about a computerized kiddie movie about a trash compactor rip-off of the Short Circuit robot - 3. that Vadim is at his loudest and most passionate best when fueled up with booze like a human version of Speed Racer's Mach 5 spouting sentences like "I admire the level of commitment to arcane aesthetic and 4. that John Lichman had too much. His silence could only be explained by an alcoholic black-out.
Yes ... this was the best, most fun 'Live at the Grassroots' EVER!
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