The Children are Listening.

Me: “Well…”

Third son: “…how did I get here?”

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  1. Matthew,

    Please post several times soon – so that you can scroll past your excessive "haha"'s which appear in the "Recent Posts" section. By their very excess, they are interfering with the text of your posts.

    JOB

    p.s. SMS: Perhaps the greatest concert film ever. I saw it on video with a girl named Grainne McKenna in her parents living room in high school. But as pretty as she was, the film mesmerized me: an argument for art as The Great Chastiser….

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    Agreed on SMS. You win the experience though – I was sitting alone in my living room with a big styrofoam container of chicken wings from Dominos.

  3. Michael in ArchDen says

    Gosh, am I one of the few readers of yours that is old enough to have seem SMS on the big screen-during it's first run? Arthouse theater in Boulder, CO that's long since closed…good times.

  4. Michael,

    I remember it coming out in the theaters, too; but because it did have limited release and my high school days had limited range, I figured I'd wait unitl it went to video (DVDs were still a glint in Sony's eye – or whoever invented them…). That was 1984 – I watched it on video in, must have been, 1985.

    Alas, I did not see True Stories until the mid-nineties- although that was providential as I was living in Dallas at the time, where the majority of the movie was filmed (just as Office Space would be 13 years after TS) I had a greater appreciation for the various landmarks – some not so obvous (like the brick pyramid in the Valley View Mall) which appeared in the film.

    Ah, nostalgia…

    JOB

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