
I was 15 years old when My So-Called Life was on TV, exactly the same age as its main character, Angela. I remember watching it as it originally aired on ABC and becoming more and more obsessed
with the show. I really felt like it was like watching my own life in so many ways... except I don't have an
annoying little sister, just an aggravating older brother.The parents are truly exactly like my parents, the friends really are like my friends from high school, especially Sharon, Ricky and Brian-- I didn't have my own Rayanne until college. Everyone has had a Jordan Catalano in their life to some degree, let's face it.
Anyway, so the show has just been reissued on DVD and I am having the best time watching and reliving it all. I guess it's been about 2 years since I watched any of the 19 episodes, and this DVD set has all kinds of extras the other one didn't. The day I got the new box set I eagerly watched every extra (minus the commentaries as of yet).
There's a recent interview with Claire Danes (Angela) and she has this weird air about her. She seems
unnaturally poised or something, and her perfectly coiffed layered blond hair stands in stark contrast to her fire engine red stick straight hair back when she played Angela. She seems miles away from Angela, and I guess she should since that was 13 or so years ago. In a way though, I still feel often like that kid I was in high school, and Claire, despite admitting to sharing many characteristics with the fictional Angela, seems not only to have moved waaaaay beyond her 15 year old self, but also seems determined in her speaking on the DVDs to prove it to be so. Maybe a lot of people come up to her in the street and still expect her to BE Angela. That really would get old. I'm glad she's agreed to be on the new DVDs at all. It was an interesting experience to see her now, speaking about what transpired so long ago.



ME: I love learning about what has formed people's musical taste. What kind of music were your parents listening to when you were growing up?
was 6 my sisters battled out the stereo time between Journey's Escape and the Adolescents. There was no space for me, until I discovered the misunderstood world of teenage angst music. I was sure that The Smiths and The Three O-Clock were writing songs for me. I dyed my hair and shaved my head, only to become the butt of all jokes at the dinner table.
Linda (on the left) was a manager of the Ramones and a major player in the
70s NYC rock scene. Just a few weeks ago I randomly saw her profiled on some cable show about high end real estate, as she had become a high rollin' "real estate agent to the stars" (like Billy Joel and Sting) -- it seems really strange that someone would kill her. I mean, they must have somehow gotten past all the security in her high class building and waited for her in her own apartment. Freaky. If the mystery ever gets solved, I will post what happened here. But something weird is afoot.
Wooden Shjips are, quite simply, my favorite local band. They have really got it all right. They've got it right in sound, melody, musicianship, energy, independence, intelligence and gentlemanly-ness (very important).
breed here, don't know if you'd heard.), who care more about building an audience of listeners than making money? Wooden Shjips' first show was a free show at Cafe Du Nord. Again, they used their sound and their songs and their mysteriousness to build word of mouth support that packed the room. Their second show ever was opening up for recently recuperated 13th Floor Elevators'