Amazing. Unrelated: is that crushing sadness lingering behind Conan’s eyes?
Somewhere, Judd Apatow is kicking himself and calling Paul Rudd to apologize.
I assume this is for the new movie he’s in that he learned Spanish for. I’ll confess to not thinking about Michael Cera much since I was too shy to talk to him at SXSW last year. (I was starstruck. Can you blame me?)
Best parts: an “indie” band going after airplay on “major radio stations”; getting “good reviews” from the “indie press,” the indie press being the Deli; the crushing revelation that going backstage doesn’t mean champagne and caviar; taking voice lessons (do that shit on YouTube, guys); $25,000 in musical instruments, or more than any Sub Pop band spends recording entire albums; “we pay a guy to send email blasts” — so, uh, a publicist? Maybe this is why he hasn’t emailed my “hip blog”; this sentence: “Abner (still in school) could easily make $10 an hour working at a bar on weekends”…
Bon Joviver. You’ve probably seen this. It’s perfect.
Of the three members of Stella, Wain, a writer and director, has had the most mainstream success in recent years; his perspective on his career is probably a lot less neurotic and, well, disappointed than Michael Showalter’s. They are all heroes to me.
Excerpt from Charlyne Yi’s really bittersweet and amazing “World of Pain,” a play I was lucky enough to see in the flesh last year. (They opened with this clip, then segued into the stage acting.)
