Category: Video

Amerivespa 2010 Slow Race

My favorite part of any scooter rally.

I lost. But I was the last girl standing!

Don’t you feel like cryin’?

This is sorta old news, but Solomon Burke died a few days ago, almost exactly a year after Patrick Swayze died. This calls for a Dirty Dancing reference.

Also, goddamn! Have you seen this deleted scene from the 20th anniversary DVD?

(Post courtesy of my yoga instructor, who played this song in class today, and later played the theme from Twin Peaks. Serenity now!)

Stuck In My Head

Gorillaz was one of the best shows I’ve seen in a long, long time. When I saw this video I was like, “Hey, that’s my dance!”

Girl 27

The story of Patricia Douglas is fascinating, depressing, and deserves to be told, but David Stenn is not the person to tell it. I watched this documentary over the weekend, and I agree with the commenter who said Stenn ruins the story with his fame-whorish attempt to insert himself into the story (not to mention his somewhat weak story line based almost entirely on speculation). Wish someone could do the story real justice. Still, it’s fucked up and you should watch it anyway. You’ll be a better person for the knowledge of this crime.

Never kept a dollar past sunset

My friend Lance and I went to the one-night-only screening of Ladies and Gentlemen, The Rolling Stones Thursday night. I’ve always liked the Stones, and for years have nursed a crush on the dandy-esque Mick Jagger (yes, still). They are, after all, the greatest rock-n-roll band of all time, and they provide the perfect antidote to my dislike (but tolerance of) The Beatles.

But until Thursday night I would not have called myself a Rolling Stones fan. Since Thursday night, I’ve been reading obsessively on the 1969-1975 line-up, probably the best line-up in the band’s decades-long career. (Check out this awesome, informative chart.)

And also since Thursday I have become totally infatuated with Keith Richards. Mick Jagger’s onstage antics seem contrived and performance-arty, but when Keith Richards closes his eye and shakes his hair you can tell it’s because he feels the music, not because he’s on display. It goes without saying, but Keith Richards is so fucking cool. That I am 30 years old and just discovered this is some kind of pathetic, but hey. Better late than never.

“It’s Night of the Livin’ Fuckin’ Dead!”

Took a solo roadtrip this weekend — solo, because the dog, who was riding in the front seat, wasn’t very good at keeping up his end of the conversation. I’ve never made the 150-mile drive to the Hill Country alone before, and this time the three hours actually felt like three long hours on the straightest stretch of Interstate 10 in the country.

My shitty iPod tape adapter only plays music out of one half of my speakers, and I was sick of the 10 or so CDs I had. For some reason I thought it might be worthwhile to scan the dials, hoping there would be listen-worthy radio on a Friday night. Somewhere between Schulenburg and Luling, I caught several Christian/self help stations in a row, including one where three gossipy women were having a would-you-ever conversation regarding stripping for one’s husband/boyfriend at his request in the privacy of one’s home. All three women talked about this hypothetical request as if it were the most scandalous thing they could possibly think of doing.

It took all I had inside not to swerve to the side of the road and pull a Sailor and Lula after that.

But heads are here to stay

Found this on Twitter right after posting the Rockers vs Mods video. Though I usually wear a full-face helmet because I am a vain MFer.

Poster Child

Remember that photo shoot I was in a few months back? Here’s one of the resulting posters.

A few weeks ago a group of scooterists and bikers met at an icehouse at 7 a.m. to film a short clip for the rally. I did a bad thing and violated the ATGATT creed so that I could look cute riding the Vespa in a miniskirt and without a helmet.

Rockers versus Mods, Houston, Texas 2010 from John Updyke on Vimeo.

My dream outfits

Black and white, geometric figures. And I used to have that haircut, for like 10 years. Their version ain’t great, but I’ve also always loved this song.

Good enough for Jerry Lee

Someone posted this Jerry Lee Lewis version on “Me and Bobby McGee” to MetaFilter last night. I’ve never liked the song, and though I adore Jerry Lee, I agree with the commenter who said that he seems to be phoning it in here (even if “phoning it in” for JLL still rocks my bobby socks off). But while I was watching it I was thinking all the time What a badass MFer he was. And yet, also such a prevert. Is it totally wrong to adore him? And that’s why this comment especially made me chuckle.

Ah, my creepiest hero.

Just the other day we heard “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” on the radio and I said a little silent prayer that someday I’ll get to see The Killer before he dies.

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