It’s gone… The cable has been cut, turned off, see ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya. Been years since I was last cable-free and we’d been meaning to do it for months, but finally on Friday I made the call and on Saturday after our little road trip down to Cinci (one of the fruits of which can be seen here) followed by a little dinner at Lemongrass (a local Vietnamese restaurant), we go home and *POOF* every channel was gone.
And we got nothing. No rabbit ears, so no regular TV at all right now, I mean NUFFIN. So, come yesterevening we fired up the Netflix and streamed through the pooter and over to the TV a cult classic that I don’t think I’ve seen since it actually came out, The Big Lebowski.
Oh me, oh my, has this gem been overshadowed and forgotten by your boy Tsuru! For years O Brother, Where Art Thou has (and will for the foreseeable future) owned my heart for “Bestest Movie Ever”, but The Big Lebowski is just further proof of my increasing love & soon-to-be fanboyism over every piece of film the Coen Brothers throw my way. Quentin who? Martin Scorwhat?
I think (and I’ll need to double check but) the only one I haven’t seen yet is The Hudsucker Proxy, and that’s in the Netflix queue so it’ll come around one day (no rush).
Fuck it, Dude, let’s go bowling.
Ah, The Dude. The motherfucking Dude.
By all accounts, a loser, slacker, who keeps pretty fucked up friends (and maybe more importantly, actually listens to them), who just wants to bowl, drink his white Russians, maintain an unsoiled rug, and listen to Creedence.
That rug really tied the room together…
How he pays the rent I don’t think we are told and it’s really not relevant, this is just a simple story about a man who takes advise from his friend Walter to get some kind of justice from the other Lebowki for getting confused by some ruffians that results in him getting wrapped up a bit of a mess.
It’s funny, fucked up, & really, really good (there, official review done).
But The Dude. The Dude, in many ways, reminds me of the Tao Of Pooh.
The concept of being an uncarved block, taking life as it comes at you. The Dude just goes on through life, completely happy going bowling, smoking some weed, and listening to Creedence, but at the same time, is completely un-intimidated by whatever life brings him.
He’s not a perfect Pooh, by any means, at the loss of his rug, he didn’t just say “Oh bother”, but he was willing to let getting his head shoved in a toilet bowl, his rug pissed on, his identity confused go, but his inability to say no to his friends result in The Dude suddenly having his life disrupted over money & a rug.
But even during the most baffling and disturbing events, things that would scare the living shit out of anyone else, he still just coasts through, letting each event happen… why? ‘Cuz he’s The Dude, man.
I don’t know about you, but I take comfort in that. It’s good knowin’ he’s out there, the Dude, takin’ ‘er easy for all us sinners.
No kidding, eh? So with that, as a sort of Big Lebowski tribute, I felt it our duty to present to you a little bit of Creedence.
Of course, most all of us have listened to Creedence Clearwater Revival all our lives, even if not actively. Listening to their best of, you can’t help but know almost every damn song and maybe half the words. But it was not until a trip to Mexico about 7 years ago that I really & truly appreciated CCR.
As normal, I’d fly to Mexico City then take the bus over to Puebla where I was going to be stationed for the next week or two taking care of the work I was sent down to take care of… My main escort for the trip was Tony, a factory manager who would be my partner for the trip, as well as my translator, and he was a HUGE Creedence fan. We would drive around various parts of Puebla in his microscopic Fiesta (made 10x more frightening when you think about traffic in Mexico) listening to his homemade best of CCR mixtapes that had the obvious classics, more obscure stuff, and the occasional live song.
We’d drive from one end of the city to the other where another factory was, windows down, the sights and smells of Puebla filling the car, smoking cigarettes, & jamming OUT to Creedence Clearwater Revival and on those trips, I loved them.
It’s amazing how alone you can feel even when you are surrounded by hundreds of people, being in another country, in the “less than glamorous” areas, just working. CCR made me feel like I was home.
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
Good idea Walter. I’m going to do just that. Happy Monday, everyone, here’s some Creedence for you…
Well, I hope you folks enjoyed yourselves. Catch ya further on down the trail.