Flummoxed. That’s where I am with my brain. Meaning to get things done and then not getting to them. Very abnormal. At least for me. Yesterday I took most of the day off. I ended up playing a poker tournament. Finished 11th, just off the final table. Lost with a dominating hand too. Very disappointing, but that’s poker. Afterwards my buddy Mike and I went to see The Messengers. It’s a new scary flick that came out. I had seen the previews and it looked pretty darn good. Plus I’m usually up for a scare, but it’s hard to get scared anymore.
I mentioned it in passing in yesterday’s post. The Messengers is like Amityville meets The Shinning. While good, it’s just not on par with either movie. Amityville wins on the name alone. What a creepy name for a town. Not to mention that it was scary when movies were apparently more scary, the 70’s or 80’s I never saw it in the theaters, as it was before my time. The Shinning is also from that era. I’ve seen that thanks to rentals. I can’t imagine how scary and disgusting that was. Jack Nicholson was amazing – friggin frightening.
Thus I felt the story was a little disjointed. It could have been tied together a bit more. It took a long time to reveal much of anything about the characters.
Which is sorta how I feel about today’s song and band. It’s taken me a while to get into them. Strangely enough they remind me of some buddies of mine whose band was called Numera. If you recall I blogged about them some time in the past. Doh, I ran into John Stack at NAMM. Said he read the post and thought it was cool. So that was a bonus. POM has some very similar ideas guitarwise to what John was doing. The difference I think was the POM got a much needed break and Numera didn’t. That’s how it goes sometimes in this business.
That being typed, I’m in need of a bit of rest. I’ve been staying up late, and working on silly stuff. Eventually it will turn into new music, but at the moment, I’m sifting ideas. I’m also a bit under the weather. I’ve had an issue with my left ear and I’ll need to make an appointment with an ENT doctor on Monday so that I can have it checked and/or cleaned out. I think I’ve got something blocking my ear drum. Oy.
If you don’t have Puddle of Mudd, look past the fact they were discovered by Fred Durst and buy the CD. Or if not the whole CD, the this song.
(** Disclaimer: If Puddle of Mudd’s label decides to toss me in the mudd, I’ll have to rinse myself and the server of the audio. The post will remain. **)