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FINALLY: THE REAL TOP 10 HOTTEST (ROUGHEST) SEX SCENES IN MOVIES (August 19, 2010)

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

Lars Von Trier’s AntiChrist is coming out soon. A movie that has so much sex, it had to be edited out for the wimpy U.S. audience, who apparently has no problems watching an 11 year old girl chop the legs off of drug dealers and murdering their innocent girlfriends (Kick Ass). But that got me to looking up other movies with memorable sex scenes, and that’s when I came across IFC’s 50 Best Sex Scenes and 50 Worst Sex Scenes in Movies. Needless to say, I blew past their best 50 and made a bee-line straight for the worst list.

Needless to say, many of my top 10 BEST SEX SCENES in Movies made it into IFC’s WORST List. No Y Tu Mamá También, no Jane Campion women empowering chick flicks, no gay cowboys and no token black movies, no PC transgender inclusiveness…just cut to the chase, full throttle all out sex. You know you want it: I can tell by the way you are sitting on that cinema seat.

1. Basic Instinct

Jeanne Tripplehorn Sex With Michael Dougless Basic InstinctFunny bloopers R us

Great scene. This is what good sex is. No trail of red rose petals, no bubble baths, no Barry White cd’s. No bourgeoisie taking off of the clothes, just tear and enter!

2. Irreversible

My favorite position in full color. Audiences around the world got their panties in a twist over this one. This is standard fair in 90% of the adult films these days. Director Gaspar Noé went on record and said the scene was shot at a static angle because he had to put the camera down. He was shaking so much from sexual excitement, he couldn’t keep the camera straight. (I’m just the messenger) The fact that a gay male character would even consider doing anything like this to a woman is utterly absurd – it’s like running into Jared at Pizza Hut. The way the gay guys at the gay bar were behaving at the beginning of the film is also utterly ridiculous. It’s as if Fox Newscasters who have no frequently experience with gay culture tried to envision recall last night what it would be like to go to one. But that still doesn’t keep it from being a hot scene. If you don’t believe me, just ask the wild animals on the National Geographic channel during mating season.

3. Black Rainbow


The scene where Tom Hulce follows Rosanna Arquette back to her hotel room and she undress from her stodgy Church-gal winter clothes, layer-by-layer is hypnotic. Eventually she gets down to nothing but lingerie with garter belt, before slithering up to Hulce like a snake to flirt with him. You wonder how modesty can turn into lascivious lust in such a short period of time. It’s all about hiding your goods.

4. The Postman Always Rings Twice (1981)
The kitchen non-consensual scene is ok, but after Frank and Cora stage their car accident, that’s a sexy scene: They crawl out hillside only to find they still look too damn fine. So they sit there and take turns punching each other in the face. Now if you ask me, that’s a real commitment to a relationship. All the rough sex in adult films can’t equate to this magical moment. If that’s what it takes to keep us together, so be it, roll up your sleeves…

5. Belle Du Jour
It’s not really about the riding along the forest in a horse-drawn cart awash in autumnal light and Hallmark card loveliness, or the violent yanking of Catherine Deneuve from the cab, then the rape, then the bondage, followed by the beatings that made this scene in my all-time favorite movie sexy. It was immediately (or during) after the sequence when husband Pierre asks, “what are you thinking?” And Séverine shrugs “oh nothing.” THAT, is what made this scene so fabulously sexy. It showed me, at a young age, that fantasy was the gateway to sexual imagination and creativity. And from there, it’s just a matter of gittin it done.

6. Blue Velvet


I love Frank Booth’s entry in Blue Velvet. And just in case there are prudes reading this blog, there are people who also like lovers like Frank Booth. The sexiest scene is when Dorothy (Rosellini) finally gets Jeffrey to hit her. Just the satisfied smile that subtly radiates from her lips is pure gold. If I have to explain it to you, you’d probably never understand.

7. Bluebeard


Marilu Tolo stars as Brigitte, the frigid, militant, often-drunk feminist wife of Richard Burton’s Bluebeard. The scene where they start arguing gender politics, and end promptly with a swift knee to Bluebeard’s groin is my favorite. He then proceeds to grab hold of her, and slap all the suffragist aspirations out of her. Exorcised of de Beauvoir notions and Steinhem manifestos, she suddenly becomes ultra-feminine and truly wife-like, begging the man to take charge. Delish!

8. Girl Next Door


Elisha Cuthbert visits Matthew’s family in a cheery afternoon tableaux right out of a Laura Ashley living room catalog. As Matthew’s mother shows Danielle pictures of her son from the family album, Danielle starts by blowing his father, then making out with his mother, undressing and grabbing her. It’s one thing to bang the son, but to gangbang his entire family, mom and dad, right in that suburban living room. Outrageous and groundbreakingly hott!

9. Tokyo Decadence


Ai is so staid and proper, but she’s really a call girl. When she visits an eccentric John wearing a modest suit, he orders her to take it off and stand against the office window in broad daylight. After hours of standing there – into the sunset – he finally grabs her roughly from the back. The scene is so unpredictable, yet taut in a way good sex makes you anticipate, crave, and explode the moment contact is made.

10. Carnal Knowledge
This isn’t really a sex scene, but it’s one of the sexiest. When Jack Nicholson’s Jonathan visits the prostitute at the climax finale of the movie, and she performs this hypnotic mantra, chanting utterances praising his manhood while the walls behind her rise endlessly to tribal drumming in the background is fantabulously good. Just the cadence and tone of her voice is that pure horniness that separates the boys from the girls. You can write about political correctness until the cows come home, but corner any man away from the girls, and the truth will come out.

Official Launch of D332′s new sex move: “The Marzipan Flute” or “doing a Teen Mom” (update: August 5, 2010)

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

what may or may not have happened during your Marzipan Flute

I have personally created a new sex move that I hope to try out soon.

Here is what you need:

Recipe:


You
A Seedy Bar
3 doses of Rohypnol


Implementation:

1. Find a seedy dive bar packed with unsavory-looking men (most of whom are probably mutual funds portfolio managers by day, and looking to upgrade their social status).

2. Go there alone and have a few drinks, making sure to attract all the wrong attention.

3. Slip yourself 2-3 doses of Rohypnol when nobody is looking.

4. Wake up wherever and whenever and try to reconstruct what happened last, where you are, and how you got there *(see asterisk note)

*Step 4 is not possible if you are on an autopsy table at the morgue

The “Marzipan Flute” (an anagram for “Flunitrazepam,” or the official name for the ‘roofie’) is an extreme progression of the concept of sexual surrender. It is also a logical progression of masturbation, when self-love has been pushed to its extreme form, self-date-rape. The alternate nickname “Teen Mom” is also an anagram for Memento, a 2000 movie about a protagonist who suffers from Anterograde amnesia, and has to reconstruct the last situation he was in.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: This sex move is not to be attempted by anyone unless a permission slip of consent has been signed by a parental unit or guardian of legal age. This sex move may lead to death, bodily harm and injury, financial complications, identity theft, simultaneous loss of bowel control and consciousness which may or may not include vomiting, nausea, loss of weight, water retention, virginity, sensatory awareness accompanied by possible birth defects, flatulence, hair loss, constipation, and mood shifts, including but not limited to permanent damage to internal organs. While these side-effects may closely resemble the majority of side effects experienced by new acne creams currently being sold, it may or may not cause the same unforeseen long-term damage that will be alleged by litigation attorneys in the future. Readers who reference “The Marzipan Flute” are strongly encouraged to link back to this page: ( http://d332.com/2010/08/official-launch-of-d332s-new-sex-move-the-marzipan-flute-or-doing-a-teen-mom-update-august-5-2010/ ). D332.com assumes no responsibility for anyone who implements “The Marzipan Flute” without recognizing the satirical nature of the post.

Recommend: Sexual Position #1-8-0-1

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

Here is a great position I bet the Kama Sutra doesn’t have.

I filed it as position number 1801 (or The Prostrate Submission Doggy Spitroast…yes, envy my encyclopedic sack prowess), for mnemonic ideogram on how the participants should place themselves in the act.

You need a girl, 2 guys and 1 loveseat.

The shot is from Transsexual Prostitutes 13.

Oral Attention based on photo 1

Bears ‘R Us : Upcoming Discovery Channel Survival Series (update: July 9, 2010)

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

I love Discovery Channel’s survival series. Some are better than others, while some are *cough* faker than a typical reality show. But it seems Discovery has discovered a niche genre to survival reality shows. Here is a brief look at what has elapsed over the years, and what’s to come.

Les Stroud Survivorman

Les-Stroud Survivorman (2005-2008)
Canadian guy who lugs all his cameras around, composes and writes the theme song, and plays harmonica to scare off the jaguars. I love Les. He shows respect for nature, never showboating by putting himself needlessly in danger. If you are ever stranded, this is the guy whose lessons you should remember. Most people like the other guy.

Bear Grylls Man vs Wild

Bear Grylls – Man vs Wild (2006-present)
5 minutes into my first Man vs. Wild, I asked “who the hell is carrying that camera and running alongside him on this steep Mexican cliff?” I am totally in awe of the cameraman. If the star of the show can run at the edge of the cliff, imagine the guy doing it alongside him and lugging a camera and not looking where he is going. Unless…um…it isn’t as dangerous as they made it out to be. Nah!

Soon however, the controversy started rolling in: Claims of paramotoring over Everest, digitally enhanced volcanoes, dangerous Hawaiian lava grounds (with tourist parking lot a hundred feet away, transporting farm animals for a “wild horse” photoshoot, and complaining about a rough night with stomach drama while he actually checked into the Motel 6 with full Continental Breakfast (the latter is way more extreme if you ask me). Whatever. It’s still fun to watch purely to play the game “Reality or Swindle” in each scenario he comes across. Like “is that ‘slippy’ waterfall really ‘insurmountably dangerous’ or simply 6 feet away?”

Dual Survival

Dave Canterbury and Cody Lundin Dual Survival (2010-present)
When I heard about this show, I thought it was going to be a scraggly Woodstock hippy with some macho Militia dude. But barefoot Cody (the “minimalist”) turns out to be three times the size of the Hindenburg. He’s a humble nice guy with a closeness to nature, and militia dude turns out to be surprisingly tolerant. I thought they’d argue nonstop, but there’s a real buddy rapport that I believe is crucial to surviving in the wilderness.

Mykel Hawke Ruth England Man Woman Wild

Mykel Hawke Ruth England Man Woman Wild (2010)
This is where it gets weird. Now it becomes Hubby Wife vs. Wild. I haven’t seen it yet but this is the first sign that Discovery is considering a mallification of survival shows to reach a larger demographic. I think the scene above features the married couple renegotiating their prenups on a Peruvian leaf.

I’m sure it’ll eventually come to “Honey! Wichetty Grub AGAIN?! How many times do I have to tell you, whites go in THAT stream, and delicates in this pond!”

2 Drag Queens 1 Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri

2 Drag Queens 1 cocktail 2 Draq Queens 1 gallon of Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri Vs. Wild (2011?)
Ok, you didn’t hear it from me, but word out on the grapevine is that Discovery is putting together another survival series. This one is scheduled to be called 2 Draq Queens 1 gallon of Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri Vs. Wild, where fabulous girls drink themselves silly after tearing their pantyhose on those thick long mangroves that just keeps getting thicker and thicker as you push in deeper and deeper.

Recommend: Acclaimed Russian Pianist Mikhail Pletnev Accused of Sex Scandal with the molestation and raping of Underaged Thai Boy (update: July 8, 2010)

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

Sounds sensational doesn’t it?

As I get older, I tend to question how news is “constructed” to sell a story. It’s like Edward R. Murrow in drag, totally overblown in that attention whore way. “LOOK AT ME!!! ME!! READ ME!!!” My guess is it’s probably some underaged Thai ladyboy prostitute. The news can’t say “ladyboy” because that would indicate pre-existing knowledge or interest. (Much like Fox Newscasters accidentally saying “teabagging” when they meant to say “tea party.”) And rape here is probably indicative of “statutory rape,” legally involving minors, not like the steamy tear-off-my-clothes-and-slap-me-around Max Hardore style rape that we all know and love (but won’t admit to either)

The next question is, who turned him in? After all, western men knocking around Thailand looking for sex of ill-repute are a dime a dozen. Let’s not pretend here: Western men go to Thailand only for two things: to get a lollipop, or to have a lollipop removed. Anything else would be like going to Samoa for its Fondue. I say it’s probably a competing Russian pianist who couldn’t keep his stage fright jitters in check. He probably had it in for Pletnev, much like Gould wanted Van Cliburn’s head on a stick for receiving a parade for bringing Bach to Russia in the 50s.

That’s not to say I condone any of this and all this is okay. It’s only to say morality has a strange way of attaching itself as a simulacrum for other qualities. I know of at least one dude who got oral attention at work and many thought that automatically meant he couldn’t run a country. So if Pletnev like young girls with joysticks, it doesn’t mean his Scarlatti readings should be dismissed. His Sonata in B Kk87 is as brilliant as Clara Haskil’s.

Take me for example. I can’t play Scarlatti to save my life.

Does that automatically infer that I enjoy rough sex with a copious helping of Bukkake?

Well, it depends on what your definition of is is.

Recommend: Move Over Jeremy Wade, here comes Debbie Gibson in Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus vs. Mega Piranha vs. Gatoroid vs. Mega Python (update: July 7, 2010)

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

For those of you who were too young to remember the whole Samantha Fox, Tiffany, Debbie Gibson war in the 80s, here’s a golden chance to revive an old grudge match like two Bushes fighting for that democracy we know as cheap oil. While I did go see Tiffany perform live – definitive evidence that I had a misguided youth – there was never any doubt in my mind that Debs had the true talent. I would even go so far as to say that she outclassed her hero Billy Joel in songwriting craft at age 17.

Like everyone else, I quickly forgot about Tiffany, but held on to my Debbie Gibson cd’s (They are filed between Orlando Gibbons and Glenn Gould). I still listen to Electric Youth once in a while. I still think the video for Shake Your Love is darling and adorable! I just looked up the Playboy March 2005 issue featuring our teen singer, and you know I love anything involving garter belts.


This is what Debbie Gibson wears to hunt River Monsters. You may call yourself Megladon and act all scary and stuff, but you’ll still put the brakes on the Pec fins for a purdy lady in hose.

I just got around to watching SyFy’s Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus, and I have to say: I once thought there couldn’t possibly be a movie more unbelievable than Knocked Up. But now I have to retract that statement and concede that there is something more ridiculous than a fat, unattractive slacker hooking up with the biggest hottie in a dance club, bumpin’ uglies, and tying the knot. No, a shark than can fly tens of thousands of feet into the stratosphere to take a bite out of a passenger jet, or an octopus that can make an oil rig disappear faster than facts around Tony Hayward, or how about a shark barreling through the ocean without the slightest ripple in the water…..all that I can totally believe. I bet that great white can probably let a silent one rip without any ungracious odors. No problem.

But wait a minute. What the hell is this?


Vic Chao and Deborah Gibson get it on on Syfy's Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus

Vic Chao and Deborah Gibson kiss and make out

An Asian man actually gets to kiss a white woman?! I know they say the human imagination knows no bounds, but are you out of your effin gourd? Well, now I KNOW this can’t be coming out of Hollywood. If you told me the film was thrown together by a couple of guys with MacBooks at the local Starbucks, I won’t find it implausible. After all, the golden rule – the final rule – in Hollywood is that the Asian guy can only shake hands with any non-Asian girl. Needless to say, the same can’t be said about the reverse. Asian women can be dispensed from a diner’s vending machine for anyone’s consumption. Stay away from our women, just give us yours. That was the motto of imperialists and colonists in the olden days. Movies – no matter how comedic and camp- delivers the same motto in the age of cultural (digital) imperialism. Unless you are Jet Li, there is no reason to fight if you can’t get their women after you kick ass and win.

So yeah. Totally unbelievable, but quite fantabulous anyway! I can safely say you can’t see this anywhere. No amount of Industrial Light & Magic, Lucasfilm THX or CGI can show the impossible: an Asian guy getting some onscreen. I’ll always root for the Asian dude maybe because I’m a little “sticky” like that. Plus I am attracted to Asian men…after all, every girl is really looking to date her father in another man. (I think Freud mumbled that after his coke ran out.)

Now, with Gatoroid (is that a gigantic tub of electrolytes that gets dumped over the Mega Python’s head after a field goal?) vs. Mega Python and Tiffany vs. Debbie Gibson on it’s way, the sky’s the limit! Any movie title with “Mega Python” in it can only get one reaction out of me: “Uh huh, you got my attention now. I’m listening!”

Wardrobe Advice for big boned, tall women (update: June 30, 2010)

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

There’s a host of great books out there on how to dress in a way that flatters your figure. An average t* girl is inevitably taller and larger than an average girl. No matter how you cut it, there’s only a small percentage of us who are lucky enough to be blessed with small frame genes. If you don’t believe me, just try standing next to a genetic girl the next time you get your picture taken. Even if both girls are of identical height, most of the time, the biological girl will have the smaller head, the smaller hands, the narrower shoulders. No matter how you want to flatter yourself in how FABU you are, the truth is proportion is essentially math. And numbers don’t lie.

But fear not. I’ve always advised girls NOT to look at other hot girls (sorry, but what society considers hot, leans towards non-Amazonian girls). The great mistake is that if you ape what genetic women dress to look good, you will fail. Most of us simply don’t have the bone structure. I know it hurts, but it’s best to work with what cha got. Instead, look to larger-frame women and celebs in the media- people with bodies closer to ours, and learn from their style. After all, they have disposable funds to pay wardrobe professionals for their advice. They are usually in the public eye, so they always have to look great. So here are my few picks.

REMEMBER: We all know horizontal broadens, while verticals heightens. The solution to de-emphasizing these traits is a diagonal line, a compromise between the two. Look at the pictures below and notice the presence of diagonals and triangles in the women’s outfits.


Brenda Strong (height: 6’0″)
You know her as the O-Henry Heiress from Seinfeld (“if the bra doesn’t fit, you must acquit!”), and the saccharine narrator from Desperate Housewives. If there’s ever someone that challenges the traditional proportion of the standard female size, look no further. She does show up on several flashbacks in Desperate Housewives. And even though she dwarfs Eva Longoria, Strong is a great example of how utilizing other “tools” (voice, facial expresion, carriage, posture, warmth) will create a feminine aura.

Nicole Kidman (height: 5’10 1/2)
Although this BMX Bandit had some help from modern plastics, she’ still a great model for learning what works and what doesn’t. I wouldn’t look at the high profile movies. Instead I recommend films where she wears mostly daily clothing. ( Bewitched , Stepford Wives , To Die For )


Michelle Obama (height: 5’10)
The first lady definitely has the broad shoulders to tackle the Commander-in-Chief if circumstances deem it necessary. The bateau neckline (the ones that go horizontal across the front shoulders) on her formal little black dress just makes the shoulders stretch to infinity. We all love Audrey Hepburn, but she barely pulls it off in Breakfast At Tiffany’s. Audrey is 5’7″ and was considered “large” in her ballet classes in her youth. The compromise above is just right, though not formal, of course.


Famke Janssen (height: 5’11″)
Yes, she almost killed Bond with her crushing thighs, but she’s gone off to many better things afterward. Janssen, being on Nip/Tuck is often in the public eye. Her diagonal lines in dress in the cardinal rule for de-emphasizing width (shoulders), while minimizing height.


Taylor Swift (height: 5’11″)
I still remember questioning here on d332 how come this adorable country-pop singer did not make it onto Maxim’s hottie list some 3 years ago. Swift is always on the red carpet and sometimes in the tabloids. So watch for how she expertly diminishes her size with an A-line dress, understatement, and of course, sweetheart charm.


Marcia Cross (height: 5’9″ or 5’10″)
Marcia Cross’s Bree Van Der Kamp is tv’s modern Stepford Wife. Despite Republican leanings and NRA affiliation, her character is really the only nice person on the show. Watch it for expert preppy outfits and wasp chic (they’ve always been big-boned anyway).


Stacy Keibler (height: 5’11″)
I first saw Miss Hancock do her thing on WWF Wrestling. I put this here to show you how tall girls can still pull off the standard “sissy” outfits successfully. But then again, if your audience consists of acne-covered teen boys whose ambition in life is to bust a mate over a folding table, then you can pretty much wear a Pop-Tart and still get a rise.


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Monday, June 28th, 2010


pictured above: Me, with short hair


Thirteen years after the debut of my first website at Yahoo Geocities in 1997, the mere six page Transvestite Freedom Fighter has morphed into a veritable beast in a labyrinthine maze of links. Up till this year, I kept all the pages accumulated over the years intact, but I realized that I was not unique in that way thousands of Twitters fancy themselves to be. So I streamlined to the things my loyal audiences continue to appreciate: pictures, images, and thoughts regarding transgender identity. I have also devoted space to futanari (she-male) drawings I find intriguing.

I believe transgender people are oft represented either negatively in the media as serial killers and freaks, or online as individuals obsessed with documenting their transition. I wanted to provide a modest but positive and free website that depicts the humor, innate curiosity, and alas -need I say it? – intellectual inquiry of one transgender person. I don’t even like to use the term “transgender” because to me, it’s purely a legal term for advocating rights and policies in public spaces. I have switched to calling myself a mere “eccentric,” because that term, at least, provides the option of going to new territories when doubt is innate in a developing identity. Besides, friends have long called me “the outlying factor.” I am easily an outcast even in the so-called transgender community, where personal agenda is aggressively – sometimes even militantly – rammed down one’s throat (ie. “If you don’t take hormones and get the operation, you are not legit“) To be fair, it’s risky business to label oneself “transgender” when one considers the mind-numbing amount of weekend warrior headless trannies on flickr.

I’m just glad I am so far over in the left field, I am standing on the lacrosse grounds.

I have been eccentric for over thirty years. I don’t plan to transition fully, because both the male and female anatomy are remarkable, gorgeous works of art. I am struck by wonder when I think about the beauty of the human body. I am not a hormone-taker, as I feel that sex drive is one of the critical lifeforce in sustaining the great human imagination.

Human beings are constantly in danger in their coexistence with viruses. But we shouldn’t flatter ourselves as superior beings. Instead, we should take the path of virus mutation as an ideal, and develop accordingly. I want to continuously, energetically, and joyfully change, morph, improve, learn, and absorb knowledge, wisdom, and humane lessons with each passing day.

This, for me, is the most important transition: to be a human being first, an eccentric second, and a transgendered person if all else fails.

So relax, make yourself at home, and enjoy!

P.A. June 28, 2010

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10 Reasons why I like MTV’s Silent Library

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

zero kazama

1. It’s a quiet show.
I dislike loud television…especially when they throttle up the volume for commercials. If anything, tv at loud volumes always makes me tune out automatically.

2. It shows joyful laughter.
Like Jackass, there’s no better tonic than a bunch of boys (and or girls) laughing at each other and at themselves.

3. It’s probably the only tv game show in America where half naked men can run around.
America has a strange fear of the human body. I remember seeing complimentary magazines at a airport waiting room in Milan Italy featuring men and women practically naked. There’s nothing wrong with nudity. It’s just something that has been made unnecessarily exotic by the States’ insistences on shielding everyone from it.

4. It’s probably the only tv game show in America where half naked men can touch each other.
Ok, maybe Jackass has a lot of nudity and men touching each other. So what? Boys do that all the time when they are horsing around. It’s doesn’t make anyone gay.

5. Zero Kazama
I first saw this dude on Spike’s Deadliest Weapon Yakuza vs. Mafia. As a person with a mean face, I appreciate another meanie representing. His stern decree from the librarian’s desk is a deadpan delight.

6. There’s uptight, stuffy library types in the backdrop
The uptight stuffy librarian type is the crux of my dressing style. So I am always busy ogling what other uptight stuffy librarian types are wearing while contestants are trying to choke down a Chee-tohs from some fat guys hairy armpit.

7. The theme song
I think Kazama – your mean librarian host -is also responsible for the music (look at the closing credits). It sounds like vintage Kazumi Watanabe ala Mobo Splash era.

8. The concept can be easily duplicated at any library
Part of the magic of Jackass is how it trains viewers to see fun in even the most mundane daily objects. Silent Library does the same in making recreation out of a bare bones situation.

9. It’s not as violent as the original Japanese version
Go to youtube and google “Japanese Silent Library” When they say “Rabbit Droppings in the face” or “Live Snake down your back” they mean it literally! Some poor businessman got his rump whacked with an aluminum baseball bat. That’s just not right….outside of the bedroom anyway.

10. Girls don’t get special preference. They have to do equally horrific feats.
I’m always a fan when girls don’t get special treatment. Call me a feminist.

CD Review: A gorgeous, beautifully crafted, recording…emotional, yet restrained….from a lifelong Bill Evans fan (update: March 4, 2010)

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Something For You: Elaine Elias plays Bill Evans

I’m such a hardcore Bill Evans place, I convinced myself I shouldn’t leave my New Jersey home simply because my town is next to Bill Evans’s birthplace.

I was charmed when I discovered that Elaine Elias had recorded an album as a homage to Bill Evans. Personally I can’t think of anyone who is in a better position to play Evans than Elias. She has jazz chops, and like Evans, she has classical training and has recorded a classical album (“On the Classical Side”), much like Bill Evans’s “Trio with Symphony” and his J.S. Bach noodling in the “Practice Tapes.” Of course, I also love Brazilian music: Gilberto, Jobim, and de Moraes.

Yes, Elias’s voice leans towards nasal when she sings in English on this album, surprisingly absent in the melancholy “Minha,” for me the gem of the album. Whatever you think of her voice, she more than makes up for it in sincerity. I think the music speaks for itself, and though the words help (Elias writes lyrics to Evans “Here is Something For You”), there is so much honesty in her performance, it’s almost unnecessary.

I think it’s unfair to try to compare Elias’s performance with Evans. She definitely makes the Evans standards hers, not succumbing to mere imitation of his shimmering style. By this I mean a sense of restrained elegance, and a light feminine touch. She still has impressive chops: just listen to My Foolish Heart or Here Comes That Rainy Day. It’s just that it has expertly controlled dynamics where Evans’s sometimes leap out at you. For the longest time, I was fond of saying that listening to early Bill Evans was like walking through a beaded glass curtain. Late Bill Evans was watching drops of water released into the middle of a quiet lake. Elias performance is early Bill Evans seen through the gauze of late Bill Evans.

Marc Johnson (bassist for late Bill Evans) and Joey Barron, both in Elias’s provide ample support with the right touch of sadness so crucial to any story about the heartbreaking life of Bill Evans. The solos are short, enabling a roster of 17 tracks, including a closing one that “morphs” from an original Bill Evans cassette – found by Marc Johnson and played to Elias – to the current recording by Elias. There is also pieces from Evans’s New Conversations (which Evans overdubbed with multiple pianos) that Elias reduced to miniatures for one piano. The motif of a particular riff from Waltz for Debby arises throughout the tracks, pulling it all together.

In the liner notes, there is mention of a bonus track for the Japanese release of this recording, containing RE: PERSON I KNEW, which just made me cry and run to my stuff animals for copious hugs.