Friday was a good night too because the Precious popped up twice, on MTV briefly, then MTV.com for a half hour and later on Leno. And then there was Dweezil, about whom more later. (The great MTV picture comes from Robsessed aka Robsessedpattinson.com blog)
Though Edward can do no wrong, or is easy to forgive when he does, the human Rob did say one particularly obnoxious thing. For understandable reasons, he is eager to get out of the vampire/sparkle peen shadow. I hope he can, though sadly, in the Water for Elephants clip we saw of him with Reese Witherspoon, Rob seemed to be channelling Edward as he mumbled on and on with not entirely convincing intensity. As if he were explaing to Bella why he is no good for her.
But I say this perhaps because I was pissed off to hear him tell MTV's John Horowitz that he would happily consider an action-figure movie role if it were offered to him. WTF? Here is he complaining re Twilight and yet he's willing to be a Spiderman or Red Devil or whatever?
Another sad thing is to read that Master of the Universe is being published as a novel this spring. With the principals renamed so they no longer get into copyright trouble by being called Edward and Bella in the fan fic. I never finished MoTU because it was too intense for me, but it was a thrill to read and to know that it existed--making the Twlight love story more real for adults--and it is great that we shall finally know more who the author Icy really is. (or perhaps all did but me until now) But in a way, Fifty Shades of Grey becomes something else when it changes name, or risks doing that, so that the Twilight world which fan fic writers have been making expanding for us so well actually will shrink.
But back to good news, which was seeing Rob on Leno, but also Dweezil Zappa, playing with Alice Cooper on some strat that belonged to Jimmi Hendrix and then Frank. But as neat as that is, listening to Dweezil is the treat. It just elevated the whole evening sky-high.
I remember being sad once when I lived in Germany in the early 90s and saw Frank on some Austrian documentary (ORF TV and the Austrians were duly obsessed with him) saying how sad he was that he couldn't play guitar better. And yet I would hear the tiniest thing, like the little riff on "Broadway the Hard Way" about "Any Kind of Pain" where he is just swinging in the most beautiful way...something that is harder to do on a guitar than almost anything else, to get all lilting and shit.
But Dweezil is somehow the next step and has chops that you never ever see on the pop or rock scene today, or at least I don't hear.
I felt the same way awhile back when Yngwie Malmsteen was on Jimmy Fallon, just sitting in with the house band. He was wack and wacky, and he still looks Scando-demented as hell. But yes, sure, what he does is more a wild stunt than anything, tho no less great. But how weird and tragic in a way to to see ole Yngwie there and to know that half the people watching, if that, did not know what they were seeing.
(excuse the crappy photo by me, but it's all I have right now of DZ, from last autumn in Baltimore)
With Dweezil, I am thinking it may work the other way, to introduce a new group, if not a generation, to rock with serious chops. Wah, it sounded good, even if it was talk-show short.
What I believe must be true, and am dying to know more about, is whether Rob made a beeline for Dweezil in the Green Room or after the show, to make contact with DZ's special brand of greatness.
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