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Notes
on....The Road
Went to see that The Road last night, enjoyed it - although I can see how it could depress the bejeesus out of people. It looked great, in a that's how I suppose the end of the world would look like kind of way. Viggo Mortenson was as rugged and reliable as ever, his son equally good, Omar popped up and Guy Pearce took the acting honours with about 6 lines of dialogue. A tough watch, but worth it and no doubt contains some deeper messages that i haven't processed yet. 7.5/10
Woof
Meanwhile, in other good band news Dr. Dog have anew album due in April.
In other Walkmen news - here's a live show from France.
Poster Cabaret
Another of those cool concert poster sites
Talking Shop
A piece I made has found its way onto the new NG website...complete with a highly professional Voice-Over. HappyHunting. (If you can be arsed/curious)
juventud de sonico
to be honest i don't really understand it all either. But an exhibition dedicated to/endorsed by sonic youth has to be a must see for any madrid visitor and/or resident (until may 3rd)
sensational fix
Guti
A lot of people think he is a bit of a tit. I'm a fan though, partly because he's a bit of a tit and partly because he does stuff like this.
Attenborough vs Footballers
a little bit of fun for a friday
...
should have been working but found this instead
correxx
jim, steve and luisa (who doesn't even know this place exists, so i'll tell her at work later)...you were right, that XX album is a good'un.
(They are playing the Primavera festival in Barcelona in May: Tickets still available. mwahahahahah!)
Heroes. Part 2 of X: Frank Drebin.
An occasional series based on shady personal recollection rather than wikipedia.
I'm not talking about Lieutenant Frank Drebin from the alright Naked Gun films, more from their precursor; Police Squad. Whilst I must have watched the Airplane films first (also produced by the Zuckers - leading the charge on the Coens and Farrelly's in the comedy brother production team stakes) were I to draw one up, it is Police Squad that probably heads a time-line of influential comedy tv series in a life that has watched quite a few.
There must have been some series I enjoyed before hand, but the likes of Desmonds, Home to Roost, Terry and June etc were exactly what they were, good old fashioned take-it-or-leave-it British comedy. The Young Ones passed me by, and, thinking about it now whilst I enjoyed Blackadder and occasionally Red Dwarf, they were no way big-hitters in the way Police Squad was. This was an entirely different kettle of fish – an introduction to spoof, to deadpan, to the entirely absurd. From the cop car light title scene through to the “freeze frame” credits, it was comedy gold from start to finish. Full of recurring gags such as brief cameos from Abraham Lincoln and Jonny the shoeshiner, with his word on the street, as well as killer lines that I can still quote now despite not having seen it for years.
“Who are you? and How did you get in here?”
“I'm a locksmith. And, I'm a locksmith”
Brilliant.
where are the wild things?
Went to see that Where the Wild Things Are last night. while director spike jonze's back-catalogue contains some all time soundtheory favourites (like this, this and of course....this) i was left a bit bored and confused by this. it looked good, the main kid did a fine job and the soundtrack by yeah yeah yeah's karen o did the trick, but didn't really feel any connection ot the "wild things". it all felt a bit patched together, like a good shortfilm streched too far. 6.5/10
revolting
something to do with spike jonze, weloveyouso is a source of plenty of interesting.
movie youth in revolt looks good, with that guy from arrested development/juno/superbad playing the same character he always plays but with a twist...
Return of the Bunk
cheers to diego for the tip-off
beard & guitar
there's never a bad time for a bit of iron & wine is there?
Yo Holmes, smell you later.
Saw that Sherlock Holmes yesterday.
Much better than I was anticipating - with Robert Downey Jr doing his eccentric thing, Jude Law solid and Guy Ritchie managing (for the most part) to keep a lid on his Guy Ritchie instincts. in a word: fun. 7.5/10
Heroes. Part 1 of X: Alberto Tomba.
An occasional series based on shady personal recollection rather than wikipedia.
I was sat on the tube yesterday thinking about the letter G, don't ask me why. I then thought about Super G and then Alberto Tomba, who was more of a slalom-er than a Super-G'er (although I could be wrong with that, such is the danger of flying without the google-backed safety net), but that's not the point. The point is, that back in the day, when Sundays where still legally a day of rest ie, pretty dull, BBC 2's Ski Sunday with David Vine, along with The Antique's Roadshow, Songs of Praise and Last of the Summer Wine, was pretty much staple viewing. Whereas the other three were key contributors to the sense of doom that surrounded a winter's Sunday evening, Ski Sunday was a little taste of exotic, with all its cowbells, “up-up-up-up-up”'s and well, just the sound of skis on snow.
Apart from the UK's Bell brothers, who normally finished in the low 40's (in a field of 50) the only name I can remember from this time was Tomba, who bossed the slalom like a latter day Schumacher or Armstrong. He was Italian and had curlyish hair and probably for those reasons alone reminded me of a ski-ing Roberto Baggio. Not a hero as such (and few of these will actually be that) but a random sporting figure who bossed his random field for a few years back when I was a youth.
Example of Steve Albini's dark, dark humour - of the day
It must have been the broken boiler and subsequent lack of shower and subsequent bad mood that made me laugh at these lyrics as I got off the train this morning.
(From Track 1 of 1000 hurts by shellac)
To the one true God above:
here is my prayer -
not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.
(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).
There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.
Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blow
to the base of her neck,
where her necklaces close,
where her garments come together,
where I used to lay my face...
That's where you oughta kill her,
in that particular place.
Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do, I want it to,
fucking kill him but first
make him cry like a woman,
(no particular woman),
let him hold out hope that someone or other might come
then fucking kill him
Fucking kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Just fucking kill him! Fucking kill him,
Fucking kill him already, kill him.
Ah Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Kill him already, kill him already
Kill him, fucking kill him.
Just fucking kill him, fuckin kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Fuckin kill him, kill him,
Fucking kill him already, kill him.
Kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him, just fucking kill him.
Kill them already, kill them already,
Kill him.
Amen.
Film of the Week. Book of the Week.
Film: District 9. Probably the best sci-fi movie I've seen since Robocop
Book: Jamie's Ministry of Food. To a culinary chris reatard like myself this has been a book of revelations. Never before has my rice been so fluffed-up.
In other news, it snowed here too and our boiler's packed up. Trainers still very white.
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