Paul Isakson: Heartthrob in Residence

My name is Paul Isakson.

This is my email address:
isakson.paul
at
gmail

If I Had A Bucket List...

kenohno:

…I’m pretty sure I knocked a couple things off of it today.

1. Waking up and starting a day at 2:30am.

2. Walking in the middle of a major expressway without fear for my life.

Thanks, Show Biz!

Mine is:

1. Working on a movie with Ken O.
OH WAIT I DID THAT TODAY!

boringloser:

A few quick announcements:
Announcement #1: Community has been picked up for 9 more episodes.
Announcement #2: Butt Soup!

Reaction #1: Awesome!
Reaction #2: Get me a job on this shit already!

boringloser:

A few quick announcements:

Announcement #1: Community has been picked up for 9 more episodes.

Announcement #2: Butt Soup!

Reaction #1: Awesome!

Reaction #2: Get me a job on this shit already!

Michigan Update

  • It’s raining.
  • It’s warm.
  • It’s 5:00am and I just got home from work.
  • I-94 is surprisingly busy at 4:30am.
  • It’s a terrible time to come down with a cold.

erniwalker:

ohmygoshyouguys it’s a new episode of the show i like to pretend you’ve all been waiting for…FOREVER SUMMER!!!

i don’t wanna play favorites, but this episode is my favorite. it features some xtreme new commercials, original music, and special guest star DEMORGE BROWN!

so i proudly present to you Episode 3: “Secret Agent Man.” GET RADD ON IT.

For those who don’t already know, Forever Summer is the best thing in the world.

Day 2. Sixteen hour day. Big, beautiful Polish church in Detroit. Moving on to night shoots starting tomorrow.

So far this movie actually looks pretty good.

First day of work. 17 hours. I’m exhausted. I’m getting my “sea legs.”

In other news, There is apple cider in Michigan and apple cider, as we all know, is goddamn ambrosia. Nectar of the gods, people.

Made it back to MI! Thanks to everybody who hung out last night. It was fun and silly.

It’s a lot less warm here than in LA. It’s mid-40’s. In Phoenix, where my flight was connected, it was over 100 degrees.

My call time is 5am tomorrow, so I’m going to sleep.

Goodnight!

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

postpunk:

They Might Be Giants - We Want A Rock

[Here’s a post I contributed to tuneage—SYNERGY! The song really just came to me after a stretch of forced insomnia, and in that mental state, the lines about rocks and strings just articulated something ineffable and profound to me, and I became consumed by the song and listened to it a million times. That’s all I really wanted or needed to say in the post, but you can’t do those kinds of pitches these days.]

Earlier this year, They Might Be Giant’s commercial breakthrough Flood was certified platinum, just shy of the album’s 20 year anniversary this coming January. To mark the occasion, the band has recently began doing performances of the album, and I accordingly decided it was time to revisit the album. The big hits—“Birdhouse In Your Soul”, “Istanbul (Not Constantinople)”, “Particle Man”—remain charming and satisfying, as do “Whistling In The Dark”, “Twisting” (dB’s namedrop!), and “Someone Keeps Moving My Chair”. The album provides a great snapshot of the offbeat pop that would eventually evolve into something called “alternative” music.

That is all good, but it’s “We Want A Rock” that really floors me. The wonderful melody and accordion performance transform the inscrutable lyrics—“everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads”—into something with a resonating sentiment. It only took a couple plays for me to identify with the song’s people who “want a rock to wind a piece of string around”. Although the lyrics seem silly and nonsensical, the meaning of the song, according to John Linnell, is quite simple:

This sounds really abstract, but in order to begin wrapping a piece of string around itself, you need something to start with. Like a rock. I guess you can make a ball of string starting from nothing if you just make a tiny loop at the end of the string. But it seems theoretically impossible. It’s a metaphor for getting started.

Okay, I don’t think I would have thought of that metaphor after 20 years, but that’s not going to stop me from joining a rock-and-string sing-along.

Chumpionship