I've already tweeted about this, and Facebooked it, and mouth-talked it. But on the off chance you have yet to see this masterpiece, here 'tis: the video for Ted Leo's "Bottled in Cork", directed by Tom Scharpling, starring Paul F. Tompkins, Julie Klausner, John Hodgman, and a slew of other awesome folk, as they bring Ted to the Great White Way in his musical The Brutalist Bricks! (No Refunds).
Sharp-eyed WFMU-ophiles may spot Terre T, AP Mike, Therese, and some other righteous people. Fortunately for your eyes, you can not see me.
Ya see, I volunteered to be in the crowd scene (brag), but the shoot time got moved up to 4pm, when I would have still been at work. I toyed with the idea of sneaking out early to make the scene, but my German half demanded that keep my nose to the grindstone. (My Irish half was totally down with splitting work and giving everyone the finger as I left.)
Thus, I was denied a shot at rock n' roll immortality.* And a month later, I was let go from this job. There's a lesson in there somewhere, though I'm not quite sure what it is.
*Actually, I may have already achieved rock n' roll immortality, since my enormous bald head can be briefly seen in crowd shots in the following concert films: Fugazi's Instrument, The Make-Up's Blue Is Beautiful, and the aforementioned Mr. Leo's Dirty Old Town. If you can find those movies and spot me in them, you win absolutely nothing.
This video is, quite obviously, a play on the trend of musicals based on a particular band's/artist's oeuvre--particularly ones that don't quite gel with traditional Broadway mores. Like, oh, I don't know, let's just say Green Day. So I assume, anyway. Because there is no way in hell I will ever see any of these quote-unquote musicals without the aid of hard drugs and harnesses.
Especially after seeing this clip someone tweeted earlier today (forgive me for forgetting who, whoever you are), which comes from the Bob Dylan musical. Hey, remember when there was a Bob Dylan musical? No? You're lucky.
Sharp-eyed WFMU-ophiles may spot Terre T, AP Mike, Therese, and some other righteous people. Fortunately for your eyes, you can not see me.
Ya see, I volunteered to be in the crowd scene (brag), but the shoot time got moved up to 4pm, when I would have still been at work. I toyed with the idea of sneaking out early to make the scene, but my German half demanded that keep my nose to the grindstone. (My Irish half was totally down with splitting work and giving everyone the finger as I left.)
Thus, I was denied a shot at rock n' roll immortality.* And a month later, I was let go from this job. There's a lesson in there somewhere, though I'm not quite sure what it is.
*Actually, I may have already achieved rock n' roll immortality, since my enormous bald head can be briefly seen in crowd shots in the following concert films: Fugazi's Instrument, The Make-Up's Blue Is Beautiful, and the aforementioned Mr. Leo's Dirty Old Town. If you can find those movies and spot me in them, you win absolutely nothing.
This video is, quite obviously, a play on the trend of musicals based on a particular band's/artist's oeuvre--particularly ones that don't quite gel with traditional Broadway mores. Like, oh, I don't know, let's just say Green Day. So I assume, anyway. Because there is no way in hell I will ever see any of these quote-unquote musicals without the aid of hard drugs and harnesses.
Especially after seeing this clip someone tweeted earlier today (forgive me for forgetting who, whoever you are), which comes from the Bob Dylan musical. Hey, remember when there was a Bob Dylan musical? No? You're lucky.
