Can't go surfin'

Danny Says

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A documentary about a guy who basically discovered the entire third generation of rock & roll deserves a better blog post than this, but mistakes were made:

Cheeseblab (to Laura B, who saw the flick with me): Hey, wanna be my guest blogger?
LB: For Danny? Have you ever co-written one? What about interviewing each other? Danny deserves both our attention, he had given us so much.
CB: Yeah, for Danny. Yeah, mutual interviewbation sounds good. I'll start: had you ever heard of this guy before?
LB: Never. But man was he EVERYWHERE. I probably read the trashy dime tabloids he wrote, not to mention the hours of music I consumed. How about you? Were there any artists that he promoted that you thought just didn't deserve our attention?
CB: Quite the contrary: during the MC5 segment, I was thinking, "Really? Should I have paid attention to those guys?" Incidentally, I want to go on record (rim shot) as saying I had a Johnny Winter album.
LB: I had the opposite thought. MC5 seemed to be an early punk band and a precursor to metal. They had the potential to be a lot bigger, I thought. I was only marginally aware of them as somehow related to Iggy Pop but I had forgotten their ties.
CB: Right, that’s what I’m saying: was marginally aware, ignored them—maybe it’s MY FAULT they never got bigger!
LB: You can't blame yourself. They were ahead of their time. I'd be curious to know more bands and artists he promoted that weren't mentioned in the film. I got the feeling there could have been hours and hours of footage just as exciting as the stuff we saw.
CB: Or maybe just sex tapes we’re just as well off having missed. So hey, my YUP buddy and WNHH radio star Tom Breen informs me that the filmmaker is a New Haven guy, Brendan Toller, and that he was there for a postscreening Q&A at some of the screenings that we weren’t at. Usually I find those Q&As more annoying than informative—most Q-ers are more interested in self-promotion (all the other movies they’ve seen that shed light on the one we’re supposed to be talking about, and just generally all they know that makes them far more fabulous than anyone else asking a Q)—but I sorta wish we’d heard him. Oh well.
LB: Way freakin' cool!

After which the conversation just kinda fizzled out. But see the movie.