God, What a mess: Summer Ends Festival Part I & The Replacements First Club Show in over 20 years

"They sing, "I'm in Love, what's that song? Yeah, I'm in love, with that song…"

~The Replacements "Alex Chilton," written by Paul Westerberg~

The Replacements are my favorite band. More appropriately put, they're "my favorite thing, bar NOTHING." I put Paul Westerberg's lyrics in a room with Bob Dylan. There's that room with those two, and then there's everyone else. Those words, that band, has meant so much to me that last year my wife (hereafter "human credential") and I drove over a dozen hours to outside of a Denver to see one of the 3 reunion shows at RiotFest. That's an experience that was near spiritual for me, and to be honest, I never wrote about it here because I don't know if I could do it justice. Maybe one day…

Photo by Hudson Hawk
Beautiful Melodies Telling You Terrible Things Vol. Now Everyone I know Knows the Replacements,
Though Now, If you Don't Know the Replacements...Then you're No one I know

THE SHOW - SUMMER ENDS MUSIC FESTIVAL: Not much of a stretch past Lucky Man's annual St. Patrick's Day Music Festival, it takes the same idea and same venue - a bunch of musical acts playing all day at Tempe Beach Park - and adds a couple days around it to turn it into one of those cool of this era Music Festivals. Those beautiful events filled with overpriced food from lucky to not be shut down by the health board vendors, bands no one's heard of so you can feel you're "in the know," dudes with patchy beards and girls who take headbands from the native Americans, a shall from a Geisha, their grandmothers giant sunglasses and shorts from their 3 sizes smaller than them little sister and call it a fashion statement. So here it was, Arizona's big chance to make a splash (pun intended) in the ever popular multi-day music festival market…

"God, what a mess, on the ladder of success,

Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung…"

~The Replacements "Bastards of Young," written by Paul Westerberg~

Photo by Lucky Man Concerts

THE VENUE: TEMPE BEACH PARK: Tempe Beach Park is more of a place I like to visit with my wife (hereafter "human credential") than see a concert at. I like a more traditional amphitheater or inside venue and while it's size and locale would potentially mean that many more people would hear "Bastards of Young" for the first time, it also means it's very douchebag friendly for concerts. My earlier jokes aside, I enjoy most of the vendors that show up, and you can usually find a place to yourself in some hidden corner….

That is, if by "Summer Ends" it didn't apparently mean hurricane like monsoon. My human credential and I showed up about the time we figured the Maine would be coming on. Knowing parking would be atrocious and expensive, we parked across the Lake and in some covered parking. We knew shit was going down as soon as we got out and the wind was blowing over every trashcan in sight and a giant wheelchair accessible porta-potty was moving across the parking area like a skateboard…right into a car. Looking down on the river? Some geniuses enjoyed the rapids of the lake…

Photo of Idiots by Hudson Hawk

Now listen, I'm, just as much as anyone, willing to say that most Phoenix/Valley people are either one of two things when it comes to rain: pussies or idiots, but this took the latter choice to a new level. I saw a few jock douchebags pull up and get out their canoe and head out in major rain and lightning. It was obvious things weren't going well, and the music we first heard when we pulled up turned out to not be from the venue but from a guy in his car blasting a local band. We decided to make the trek across the Mill Avenue Bridge…well, this was almost as dumb as the creatures from the douche lagoon down below. Halfway across the storm crashed down like a hammer from Thor, if Thor was Aqua-Man and Marvel and DC lived in the same universe, which would then cause a multitude of both jizz and bitch festivals on the Podcasts featured on this very site. It didn't help they decided to try and block freeloaders from watching the concert with some heavy mesh material near the end of the bridge, and the wind had blown these up and into our faces. It was that, or walk into traffic. By the time we got to the entrance we were soaked (understatement) the venue was closed ( all the fans and workers already in were apparently huddled under the bridge like a sardine can) and we found really pathetic refuge in what could be called a overzealous umbrella. Better than the security guards stuck in it…

Photo of Soon to be reported missing guards by Hud-Hawk

We ultimately took one of the breaks in the rains action (it was reportedly waiting for enough cheers to come back for an encore, which it did) to make it back to our car to try and dry off. After a lengthy conversation with a band member, he ultimately got the official text "SHOW CANCELLED."

NEW PLAN - ZIA & CORLEONE'S: With the Show apparently cancelled, what else was there to do? We dried off, sort of, with the cars heater and made our way down the road and ultimately across a flooded Mill Avenue parking lot Noah built to Zia. Not all was lost as a used copy of Warren Zevon's Preludes: Rare & Unreleased Recordings was to be found, a release from 2007 I never got around to picking up. We then made our way across a flooded intersection, watching a Mustang behind us spin out like a scene out of the Fast & Frolicsome, before hitting Corleone's right on Mill. One of our favorite pre or post concert spots and a great place to get a cheese whiz covered Philly. Then I get word from my friend and fellow concert reviewer (and 'Mats fan) Mark "Show's back on at the Marquee, Replacements are playing." Wait, what…The Replacements, at the…Marquee? This Talent Show could be the "biggest day in my life" indeed after all…

Photo by 93.3 AZAltRock

THE ACTUAL VENUE: MARQUEE THEATER:  It's hard to remember the first show I saw here, but it's easier to remember the Marquee. A small little theater on the corner at the tail end of anything interesting on the northern end of Mill Avenue, it's a place with literally no bad views. Also, no bad breathing either since it was remodeled and no longer plagued by apparent asbestos falling from the ceiling. Paul Westerberg played a solo gig here in 2005 (his last solo tour, or tour of any kind until last year) and it's been a 'Mats fans dreams to see the reunited band in a place like this. It's been all big time festivals and then more recently stadiums in Minnesota and New York since their reunion. It took an act of God (obviously, much like his God's daughter was in filmmaker/writer Gorman Bechard's book, The Second Greatest Story Ever Told, God is a 'Mats fan) but dreams do come true. Even pathetic ones like seeing a band in a small club theater instead of a big festival setting.

So after waiting in line for nearly two hours we got in…only to wait another hour for the stagehands and crew to finish the preparations of moving everything over, and then the Maine to soundcheck. It sucked, sure, but you had to give these guys and Luckyman Concerts for making such a quick, and necessary (just see that earlier destroyed Beach Park stage pic) change. The only problem? It's to be a condensed show, opener for 25 minutes, next few bands for 40 minutes each then the Replacements for 45. However I talk to a crew guy who tells me "the Replacements are gonna have free reign to keep on if they feel it." I can only hope, and I'll talk about the other bands we saw later, but for now…

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MY FAVORITE THING: THE REPLACEMENTS: Much like the earlier bands, it seemed to be taking forever to the Replacements soundcheck to get finished up. Suddenly Paul Westerberg shows up, rocking a hat, cigarette in mouth, leprechaun like threads on, with band in tow. Tommy Stinson, ever that teenage boy from the bands early years (they started when he was 13), rocking a telly-tubbies costume. Most bands, especially ones their age, could try something like this to only fail or feel contrived. But this? This just felt like the Replacements. One cigarette put out (don't worry, there would be "more cigarettes," just not the song) and before you know it, Tommy's bass is thumping, and that jangly guitar comes on as the band opens up with "I Will Dare," maybe the greatest single to never make it big. Only problem? Interupting a soundcheck has issues, like your mic not being on. It didn't matter though, the crowd filled in the blanks and Paul had fun with it, even pushing guitarist Dave Minehan's mic up and away from him being able to add any backup vocals. Early on into the next song, "Kiss Me on the Bus," the mic's kick in and the crowd erupted. Afterwards Paul, ever the smartass, quips "that's the first time we were cheered for people being able to hear us." After barnstorming through the absolute punk rock of "Takin' a Ride" off their debut LP, Paul mentions they're going to do some songs then take requests.

Photo by Hudson Hawk

The thing that sticks out about this show is the absolute variation in song types the band was able to put out. The Descendent's, the prior band, almost equally legendary, equally as old, played a fun and blistering set but it was filled with the same type of punk song over and over. The Replacements would go punk with "Take Me Down to the Hospital," dial it back to get a melancholic singalong with "Androgynous," rock out alt-rocker "Merry Go Round" (even changing maybe the best verse about "waking to find the wind blowing out of key with your sky" to instead be about waking up to find another piece of cake missing) to an ironic yet all too genuine cover of the Jackson 5's "I Want You Back," only to make you laugh in between songs at banter or Paul's sarcastic ability to self deprecate at any lyrics he blew. I know several guys I talked to on day 3 of the festival (day 2 for us we didn't hit day 1) left after whatever band they were there for and missed the Replacements, and I can't help but thing of those that stayed that had never heard them before. There's no way to walk away from the eclectic mix of ironic punk and introspective rock the band poured out without feeling they absolutely shredded ever act that came on the stage before them. My human credential's favorite band is the Violent Femme's, and as much as she loved their performance on day 3, she too couldn't help but admit they were her second place performer to the 'Mats.

Photo by Devon Adams

Around a third of the way into the show, long after Paul had lost his hat and jacket and Tommy had thrown his tele-tubby head and costume into the crowd (he said he was "keeping the boots cause they're the best of of the costume," though he threw out those, too, after the show) they got back a legal pad and paper Paul had Tommy hand out, saying "write down your favorite songs, Maybe we'll play some." The first one read off was "Don't You Get Married" (which Paul sarcastically at first read as "Don't You Guys Practice?," a reference to a remark Bob Dylan made to them in studio has they did a spoof of his song "Like a Rolling Stone") and that got my heart palpitating. One of my true favorites of the rare kind. We had already gotten outtake/B-sides such as "Nowhere is My Home" and the anthem to those drunk, lonely and horny everywhere: "If Only You Were Lonely," now this too? Nope, Paul Tim, and then Westerberg took out a harmonica for "White and Lazy," saying the person who requested it said they did because "they look funny while playing it." Legendary Tony Glover joined them on-stage for this some weeks back, but even he would have to give a nod of approval to Paul's mouth-harp playing here during this ramshackle white-boy blues fused with punk.
went to the next one, announcing it as drummer Joss Freese's least favorite song, "a little Mascara" as Paul faked tears. I'm not sure why it's Freese's least favorite song, maybe the lyric about "for the kids you stay together?" After rocking Mascara out, it led into "Left of the Dial," much like it does on the album

Photo by Hudson Hawk

After maybe their two best known songs, "Can't Hardly Wait" and "Bastards of Young," the band left, already long past their 45 minute set-time with over 20 songs already played. They returned though, rocking out "Alex Chilton," much as they did in their return to 30 Rock on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon recently, another 20+ year long wait. Westerberg has long stated he gets nothing out of playing "Unsatisfied" from their seminal college rock masterpiece Let it Be anymore, but they played it, and he sang it like he did. After "Love You in the Fall," a song from the Open Season soundtrack that reunited Westerberg and Stinson, they went back to the request board. After all, as Westerberg said, "we don't' have anything else to do but go back to the hotel room." After teasing with a few seconds of "Mr. Whirly" ("Mr. Whirly!? We haven't played that since Bob died…" Westerberg smiled and said to his brethren, and Bob's half brother, Stinson) before they finished up with a song they often covered in the old days but hadn't done since reuniting, "Another Girl, Another Planet" by the Only Ones. "I think I'm on another world with you," indeed. At 1AM, they were done, and Westerberg simply said "This was nice. I wanna thank you guys for this," before disappearing behind the rest of the band.

I walked out, barely, My knees and legs more or less shot from the days proceedings and several hours of standing and rocking out. I've gotten to see the Replacements twice now, and I've seen two fantastic shows. I was too young (as the Femmes put it in "American Music": "I was born too soon, I was born too late…") to see them in the old days. I saw a guy with a self made shirt that said "I got to see Paul, Tommy, Bob and Chris in 1984!" and I had to wonder, did you get your moneys worth like I just did? Or was it just fun legend? Then I realized, one day I would be saying "I was there the night a huge monsoon hit and the Replacements ended up playing the Marquee theater, their first club show in over 20 years…" and then I realized, there's nothing wrong with that.

SETLIST:
I Will Dare

After-Show Photo by Drummer Josh Freese, his son sleeping

Kiss Me on the Bus
Takin' a Ride
Favorite Thing
I'll Be You
Valentine
Tommy Gets His Tonsils Out
Take Me Down to the Hospital
Color Me Impressed
I Want You Back (Jackson 5 Cover)
Nowhere is My Home
If Only You Were Lonely
Achin' to Be
Androgynous
Merry Go Round
Little Mascara
Left of the Dial
White and Lazy
Can't Hardly Wait
Bastards of Young
Encore:
Alex Chilton
Unsatisfied
Love You in the Fall
Mr. Whirly (Only for a Few Seconds - "a moment, just not a memorable one" as Tommy said)
Another Girl, Another Planet (The Only Ones cover)

One Last Hawk, er Thought:We got teased a bit during the soundcheck as someone sound checked an acoustic guitar, obviously tuned to the tune of "Skyway,"  but beggars can't be choosers, especially since the legal pad passed around never came my way. It's not like they could have read my writing if it did. So an acoustic guitar was never played, but plenty of others were, and that's good enough for me.

PORTEcast (09/29/2014) - Another helping of Leftovers

PORTEcast (09/29/2014) - Another helping of Leftovers

To say that The Leftovers was the favorite show for Manny, Bence and Wassman would be a bit of an understatement. This episode delves into the second half of the season and discusses the controversial finale. I say it is controversial finale because of Wassman's insistence that a person would spend 30,000 dollars on a lifelike doll only to burn it. I know that has your attention... Pop in those earbuds and hear three gents discuss yet another great show in HBO's stable of quality television. 

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PORTEcast (09/22/2014) - An End of Summer, A Conclusion to the Tour Around the World of Beers

PORTEcast (09/22/2014) - An End of Summer, A Conclusion to the Tour Around the World of Beers

Manny would like to take the time to apologize for the lack of intros and the missing episode from last Friday. He was off witnessing the birth of a new wee bairn. Friday's episode should be a return to form now that he has the whole late nights schedule down. Anyway, this episode offers the conclusion to the immensely popular "World of Beers" series and the wit derived from the belief of what happens at a brewery. So, grab a your favorite Ukrainian brew and bid adieu to the Summer with the gents from PORTEmaus.

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Digging through the Crates: Warren Zevon's 'Stand in the Fire: Live at the Roxy'

"What' a five letter word for excitable boy? Zevon, booya!"

~David Duchovny's Hank Moody from Californication doing a crossword puzzle~

Digging through the Crates: Warren Zevon's 'Stand in the Fire: Live at the Roxy' 

Beautiful Melodies Telling You Terrible Things Vol. The Ayatollah his his problems too

You notice there aren't many live records from more recent artists released these days? Sure, you get some, even occasionally brilliant releases like Wilco's Kicking Television, but the truth is if you glance over anyones greatest live releases of all time lists and you're not gonna see many recent records make it. Why is that? Well let's be honest, Miley Cyrus (to take one pathetic example) isn't going to make headlines on her tour except for one reason: making controversies regarding, say, her ass and another countries flag, or absolutely butchering a cover song. Truth is? Nobody wants a live album from Miley Cyrus, because all it would be is studio tracks with canned audience audio. Nobody gives a fuck about the music or content or what she has to say, it's just about what dumbass antic she'll come up with and how drunk you can get watching it. Remember when the Black Eyed Peas performed at the SuperBowl? Yeah, me neither, certainly didn't give me the drive to go see them live, just reminded me Fergie is the poster child for Butterface.

Which brings me to another issue, which is the actual lists people come up with of greatest live records of all time. If I have to see the Who's Live at Leeds on another list I'm gonna pull  Kurt Cobain and have my wife set me up as a suicide. I don't know about you, but hearing the Who drunkly sing their songs off key makes no interest to my ears. Yet Warren Zevon's absolutely fabulous, outright balls out first live affair, Stand in the Fire: Live at the Roxy is rarely, if ever, mentioned in such conversations. Hell, even the man himself forget he recorded the fucking thing…

At least Dave and Paul fondly remember Stand in the Fire

By the time of 1980, Zevon had released four records (if you count his equally often forgotten debut, Wanted Dead or Alive) and was an extremely talented and respected songwriter, though that respect came more from fellow musicians than the public itself. At the time he had two major singles under his belt, one being the mistaken as just a jaunty fun pop song, "Werewolves of London," and one of them being Linda Ronstadt's cover of "Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me" which was a nice hit for her. Ronstadt also did a nice version of his "Hasten Down the Wind," which on the extended remaster of this LP is not only featured but some great intro banter ("I was poor and strung out and screwed up when I wrote it, now I'm just screwed up…it's great to be alive") from Zevon precedes it. He was recently sober at the time (he referenced his friend/producer Jackson Browne's role in getting him into rehab with "I saw Jackson Browne walking slow down the avenue/You know his heart is perfect" in a "Werewolves of London" ad-lib on this LP), and this recent sobriety was to his wellbeing's supreme benefit, being the term rock n' roll was more representative of Zevon's personal life than his records. A classically trained pianist with a penchant for pop hooks and alarmingly bizarre lyrics, Zevon's voice and records were more of the country or blues rock variety than true rock n' roll.

This all leads us to Zevon's "The Dog Ate the Part We Didn't Like Tour," which is represented here from recordings at his tenure in his adopted homeland of LA's legendary Roxy Theatre. The sober Zevon seemed fully dedicated to showcasing his hand and he could rock out with the best of them, and that they did. Zevon's voice sounds like he stayed up all night drinking while listening to Dylan/The Band's Before the Flood and is trying his best to match the mean spirited bellow of Dylan on that great in it's own grooves live records. Zevon is in great spirits throughout the set, often showing a great wit and changing up lyrics to playfully shout-out various Hollywood and music icons in the room.

The records is loud and lively, and doesn't feel remixed or overdubbed and glossy like so many live rock records. This feels straight from the can, with loud bass, imperfect vocals and a thumping drum backbeat, like a good ol' fashioned bootleg you bought under the table. That's what I like about it best, it's loud and an earful, just like a real rock show, this record isn't lip sync bullshit more about theatrics than music, it's just plainly put one of the most exciting live records out there. "Werewolves of London" has all the vicious bite the original studio's lyrics had, but now the music matches it in all the ways it teased it could and the lyrics throw a few ad-libbed bones our way ("little old lady got mutilated late last night…Brian DePalma again!"). "Excitable Boy" now teeters off it's rockers a bit, much like the songs lead character,  while "Mohammed's Radio" sounds like the words are coming from a shell shocked solder of misfortune, with some ad-libs referencing the then-curent Iran hostage crisis, and it's tales of over-priced gasoline still relevant to us today. "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" is no longer a singer finding himself in a suicide silouette but a defiant middle finger to those who say you can't live forever.

Though it's probably in "Lawyers, Guns and Money" that makes the defining statement concerning the show, and maybe even Warren's life itself: mid-way through he crackles through a walk away from the mic yell of "The shit has hit the fan!" Give me a choice between drinking twelve beers from around the world or listening to this record right from a theater in LA in 1980, and I know which one will do my soul more good.

Available on: Original Vinyl LP, CD and 2007 Rhino remaster which adds four previously unreleased tunes from the show, telling us that if the Dog did indeed eat the parts they didn't like, he threw them back up. Thank God, because I'll love any version of "Frank and Jesse James" and a live version of "Play it All Night Long" drives palpitations into my heart and gives a whole new meaning to it's chorus of "play that dead man's song."

One Last Hawk, er thought: The album was originally dedicated to Martin Scorsese, and it's a bit ironic considering the live record basically disappeared but around half a decade later Scorsese's use of the original studio version of "Werewolves of London" in The Color of Money (one of the masters all-time great music in film moments) added some needed bite to Zevon's name and pocketbook.

PORTEcast (09/15/2014) - It's Small World of Beers After All... It's a Small Small World - Part One

PORTEcast (09/15/2014) - It's Small World of Beers After All... It's a Small Small World - Part One

Today's episode has Manny, Bence and Wassman navigating the treacherous waters of international beer offerings. While those gents try a pint of lager, they did what all bar patrons do, they talked. Some topics covered during their ramblings was the best film of the summer and end with the worst one. They also debated the design choices found certain beer labels such as the horribly named: Clown Shoes beer. If Part One is this awesome, I cannot wait for Part Two! Also, the sponsors for this episode for the PORTEcast are the National Institute of Health's eight part symposium on Liver Health and irony.

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Why Gonzi won't be voting for Hillary in 2016

To say I grew up in a liberal household when I was growing up would probably be the biggest understatement I've ever made. My parents are 2 Puerto Ricans who grew up in New York City. My dad was a librarian at a college for most of my life. We had a celebration in my house when Nixon died; so of course I grew up to be a liberal. And all of my adult life has been spent voting for democrats; in spite of the sour taste put in my mouth from my very first vote cast for one Al Gore in 2000.

So one would think that in the almost near certainty of Hillary Clinton running for president in 2016, that she could count on support from Gonzi. 

Not so fast there, Lady McPants suit. Here are some of the reasons I personally won't be voting for Hill Dawg. 

The Kennedy's, The Bush's, and The Clintons: With great power, comes great responsibility.....that most people ignore and just use the power for their benefit. Did you know that Ted Kennedy drowned a woman? Drowned! And then fled the scene! Do you know what his punishment was? He got only got to be Senator instead of President. Did you know that Laura Bush killed a guy? Killed! And that's only the deaths we can prove! And these are the kind of families you want in continually in the White House? Wasn't the whole reason this country was founded was to get away from families running nations for hundreds of years? Oh but they were elected so it's different. Yeah..don't piss in my mug and tell me it's coffee.

....Yeah...I'M paranoid though. 

Not all Clinton's are created equally: You know those 2 brothers. One is cool, the charismatic one. The other can't communicate properly, gets flustered, etc. You also know that married couple that are opposites: one's kinda quiet...the other is a raving lunatic. No example could be more on point than that of Bill and Hill. Bill is smooth. So smooth in fact that he convinced (in the words of Tommy from Goodfellas) "A Jew Broad" to give him head in his office. Hillary gets her jollies off by making her young staffers cry. Hillary will rule with a chip on her shoulder; constantly trying to brush of inevitable comparisons to Bill. It's not a good look.

I'm drowning in a Sea of Red: So in spite of my political views, I live in a red state. In a consistently red district. In other words, my vote doesn't matter. Got that? Even if I let the red surrounding me actually poison me...it wouldn't matter...because these Republicans were gonna win anyway. 'My' Governor, Both Senators, Congressman, State Senators, State Legislators, City Council, and probably my mail man are all Republicans. Hillary isn't winning Arizona. You can forget about that shit right now. So the way I see it, and this is key, if I'm gonna 'waste' my vote, I might as well 'waste' it on a candidate who isn't backed by a Super PAC and actually walks the walk when it comes to 'being liberal'. I'm looking at you Bernie. Make it happen with the Green Party.


But I know that will never happen. The bottom line is this: Voting in America...especially when it comes to presidential candidates...is useless.

Got that? USELESS. Between Citizen's United, the bullshit electoral college, gerrymandering districts, and THIS FUCKING TWO PARTY DOMINANCE....we are all at the will of the wealthy.

The will of the Bush's, the Kennedy's, the Clintons, The Koch Brothers, and the rest of the Illuminati....(YEAH NIGGA I SAID IT!)

I'm not wasting my time and I'm not signing off on any 'leaders' these wealthy cunts are putting in front of my face. And the sooner you all get angry about this, the sooner we'll get people worth voting for. Fuck "voting for the greater of two evils". Why would you ever give someone who you know nothing about other than what gang they belong to your vote? Or vote for someone just because of what their last name is. What does that say about you?

To me it says either you don't know or don't care. Either case is inexcusable. We have computers...we have internet....Google some shit! Find out how they are funding their campaign...who's donating to them...that will tell you almost all you need to know. Connect to these politicians...ask them why they supported something. If they give you the time of day and they come off honest, that tells you pretty much everything you need to know as well. Don't be a sheep.


Or...just keep doing what you've been doing. Vote for Hillary...what do I give a shit.



Hillary can eat a DICK as far as I'm concerned.



Word to Monica.

PORTEcast (09/08/2014) - Best Films v. Favorite Films

PORTEcast (09/08/2014) - Best Films v. Favorite Films

I do not know if you know this but we here at PORTEmaus love movies. We cannot get enough of them and would probably spend our days, months and years watching them... If we did not have jobs, kids or wives to worry about. This episode of the PORTEcast examines the difference between a best film and a favorite film (Trust me, they are different) but also the uselessness of the types of 'best of' lists appearing on such sites as IMDB and Empire. Yes, we are flexing our film, production and comparative literature degrees on this one and yet, we cannot seem to reach "high brow" on this one...

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PORTEcast (09/05/2014) - A Fond Look at America's First Family, The Simpsons

 
PORTEcast (09/05/2014) - A Fond Look at America's First Family, The Simpsons

The Simpsons are a cultural phenomenon in its truest sense. I suppose that it would have to be considering the longevity of this show and its title as the "Longest running animated show/ Primetime scripted show/ Longest running sitcom" in American history. The gents at PORTEmaus are going to sit an discuss our favorite episodes from the show and bits from a show that had a lasting impact on how we view comedy and comedic writing as a whole. Also, we risk burning down the studio as we attempt to replicate the concoction made by famous by Homer Simpson, the Flaming Moe.

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PORTEcast (09/01/2014) - Good Idea, Bad Idea / Guardians of the Galaxy

PORTEcast (09/01/2014) - Good Idea, Bad Idea / Guardians of the Galaxy

We here at PORTEmaus hope that you had a fantastic labor day full of brewskis, chilling and grilling. While you were having fun, we were hard at work getting another PORTEcast ready for your listening pleasure. Today's episode marks the return of Good Idea and Bad Idea, where Bence poses some thought provoking questions about the possible Inhumans film and also the explicable decisions made by the suits with regard to the Edge of Tomorrow re-branding. The second portion of the episode focuses on Guardians of the Galaxy and the discussion of its place not only within the Superhero genre but its place in cinematic history as well (Lofty statement... Yes. However, some people say that it is as good as Star Wars). With that said, I hope that you are not too partied out as this PORTEcast is about to start!

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