AN AMAZING POST TODAY FOR YOUR SUNDAY DELIGHTS!
FILM! MUSIC! HIGH BROW LITERATURE! LINGUISTICS!
STORIES OF DEBAUCHERY!
THE WONDERS OF THE INTERNET!
& A PAINTED ELEPHANT!
STORIES OF DEBAUCHERY!
THE WONDERS OF THE INTERNET!
& A PAINTED ELEPHANT!
We have a lot of ground to cover as evident from my introduction. I got a lot of positive response back about Gainsbourg, mostly: "Hey you forgot to write about...etc." It is true. I forgot to mention her amazing role in Todd Haynes' 2007 film (arguably about Bob Dylan), I'm Not There, a movie that I was afraid of admitting I loved, since one must hold back enthusiasm in order to maintain street cred on the hipster-intellectual circuit. Well I cried during the movie, downloaded the soundtrack and talked about it constantly. Learned them all on guitar. I remain on the fringe. Which is kind of a weird place. On the fringe of left of center. I'm either back in the middle, or crazy. Take a bite of your Sunday morning eggs and think about that.
Gainsbourg is also in Antichrist. I have heard the beginning of this movie is unbearable. I have seen the faces of people who have seen this movie, and to correlate with past claims, I will only go to a movie if it is a 3D extravaganza, preferably a feel-good cartoon...I mean animated film.
Most importantly, Gainsbourg is being featured in a film series, Charlotte Forever at the FIAF. I got free tickets from a loyal 'Blues fan (God that would be so much cooler if Emily and I didn't grow up together). This Tuesday I will be going to see Amoureuse, or Lover, where a young girl, Marie, becomes the "object of infatuation of an older man." I can't imagine relating to this film in any way. ;)
MUSIC: Midlake and Frightened Rabbit, two PHENOMENAL bands from Texas and Scotland respectively, duke it out for my affections.
Midlake walks away with its tail between its legs probably to the soundtrack of one of the band's mellow, morose, and yes, boring, songs. They haven't changed their sound, they have just taken it down a couple of notches, dangerous move for an already placid band. (This is coming from a girl who started a mini-religion out of The Trials of Van Occupanther.) Maybe I will find another, "Branches" on their upcoming album, The Courage of Others, but "Acts of Man" is like eating lamb without the shawarma:
And GLORIOUS in the other corner, with raised red gloves, and the Saltire waving brilliantly in the background, stands Frightened Rabbit. I don't need to write anything...just watch and listen, Grasshopper:
Frightened Rabbit on MUZU
Gainsbourg is also in Antichrist. I have heard the beginning of this movie is unbearable. I have seen the faces of people who have seen this movie, and to correlate with past claims, I will only go to a movie if it is a 3D extravaganza, preferably a feel-good cartoon...I mean animated film.
Most importantly, Gainsbourg is being featured in a film series, Charlotte Forever at the FIAF. I got free tickets from a loyal 'Blues fan (God that would be so much cooler if Emily and I didn't grow up together). This Tuesday I will be going to see Amoureuse, or Lover, where a young girl, Marie, becomes the "object of infatuation of an older man." I can't imagine relating to this film in any way. ;)
MUSIC: Midlake and Frightened Rabbit, two PHENOMENAL bands from Texas and Scotland respectively, duke it out for my affections.
Midlake walks away with its tail between its legs probably to the soundtrack of one of the band's mellow, morose, and yes, boring, songs. They haven't changed their sound, they have just taken it down a couple of notches, dangerous move for an already placid band. (This is coming from a girl who started a mini-religion out of The Trials of Van Occupanther.) Maybe I will find another, "Branches" on their upcoming album, The Courage of Others, but "Acts of Man" is like eating lamb without the shawarma:
And GLORIOUS in the other corner, with raised red gloves, and the Saltire waving brilliantly in the background, stands Frightened Rabbit. I don't need to write anything...just watch and listen, Grasshopper:
Frightened Rabbit on MUZU
MOVING ON...
John Irving's Last Night in Twisted River. A 500+ page fictionalized homage to all his past work. Car accidents, death of children, New England, awkward mistakes that lead to humorous tragedy, runners, cooks, physical deformity, meta-writing, large disparity in age with sexual relationships, there is so much more. A theme is ghosts, maybe Irving is being haunted by the Garps, Meanys, Annual Widows, Abortion doctors, and Circus Sons of the past. A better theme is the circular nature of literature that at the same time is constantly erasing the past. Irving faces his own mortality as a writer. As transient as the sediment at the bottom of the river. The loggers that work on the river and live in these small isolated New England communities are on the road to obsolescence, but the core of humanity will remain the same and only change over thousands of years. LIKE A RIVER. I GET IT. Or maybe he is just recycling these old ideas because he can. He is John Irving. He is like the Walmart of great authors. If you want an amazing read (great sex scenes): A Widow For One Year. Read it. On a plane. Headed toward Amsterdam. Nice.
Sad news. Boa Sr died. Boa was about 85 years, nobody is sure. The people of her home in the Andaman Islands off the coast of India are in mourning. With her dies the Bo language. The linguists are already making a huge deal over this because the ancient Andaman languages and people are at the origins of humanity and language itself and now we have lost a vital piece of this pre-Neolithic culture. Boa was forced to learn Hindi, which she didn't catch onto so well. Therefore after the death of her parents, she spent the rest of her life alone inside her own head. This is why themes like isolation have to be fictionalized into the Scarlett Johanssons of Lost in Translation. And authors like Irving have to write fiction about fiction about fiction in order to get to the heart of being rendered obsolete. The real life story of Boa is so goddamn tragic, I can't handle it. Can I make that a career? "Hey, my name is Lizzie, I'm a Languange-saver." No. A Savior of Languages. Better.
"Boa lived in a concrete and tin hut provided by the government and survived on state food rations and a pension of about 500 rupees (£6.80) a month." (Daily Mail) There is another tribe, the Sentinelese, who have ban contact with the outside world. You may remember them from that meem picture that went around a while ago of tribal people shooting arrows at a helicopter. I would post the picture, but they deserve some bloody dignity.
Here is what a lost language sounds like:
I just felt so overwhelmingly sad, I think I might forgo the tales of debauchery. OK in a nutshell: Dad's birthday last Thursday. We went to The Ginger Man on 36th and 5th, a special place in my life. Great view of the Empire State. MJ met us there for dinner and barley wine. Then we went over to BB Kings to see Ladysmith Black Mambazo. Amazing concert. Their voices were so perfectly harmonious, they sounded pre-recorded. MJ said it best, "It strips away all your cares and worries." Of course, here it is:
Last night Emily and Will and Joe hosted a wine-tasting party with 12 amazing wines, and a group of smart, schnazzy, well-dressed people living it up in Inwood. There was stuffed mushrooms made with sherry, kick-ass smoked Parmesan, veggie tempura with a wine batter, homemade fennel seed rolls, and chocolate brownie cake with a port-dressing. Some of those wines were so great and I can't remember a single one. Perhaps one was called, Legado, from Argentina? Well, I do know that MJ was dancing like crazy to Lady Gaga by the end of the night. We are all paying for our bacchanalian revelry today.
OK someone help me out with that wine list. I'll try to post the videos, if I can get a camera chord.
John Irving's Last Night in Twisted River. A 500+ page fictionalized homage to all his past work. Car accidents, death of children, New England, awkward mistakes that lead to humorous tragedy, runners, cooks, physical deformity, meta-writing, large disparity in age with sexual relationships, there is so much more. A theme is ghosts, maybe Irving is being haunted by the Garps, Meanys, Annual Widows, Abortion doctors, and Circus Sons of the past. A better theme is the circular nature of literature that at the same time is constantly erasing the past. Irving faces his own mortality as a writer. As transient as the sediment at the bottom of the river. The loggers that work on the river and live in these small isolated New England communities are on the road to obsolescence, but the core of humanity will remain the same and only change over thousands of years. LIKE A RIVER. I GET IT. Or maybe he is just recycling these old ideas because he can. He is John Irving. He is like the Walmart of great authors. If you want an amazing read (great sex scenes): A Widow For One Year. Read it. On a plane. Headed toward Amsterdam. Nice.MOVING ON...
Sad news. Boa Sr died. Boa was about 85 years, nobody is sure. The people of her home in the Andaman Islands off the coast of India are in mourning. With her dies the Bo language. The linguists are already making a huge deal over this because the ancient Andaman languages and people are at the origins of humanity and language itself and now we have lost a vital piece of this pre-Neolithic culture. Boa was forced to learn Hindi, which she didn't catch onto so well. Therefore after the death of her parents, she spent the rest of her life alone inside her own head. This is why themes like isolation have to be fictionalized into the Scarlett Johanssons of Lost in Translation. And authors like Irving have to write fiction about fiction about fiction in order to get to the heart of being rendered obsolete. The real life story of Boa is so goddamn tragic, I can't handle it. Can I make that a career? "Hey, my name is Lizzie, I'm a Languange-saver." No. A Savior of Languages. Better."Boa lived in a concrete and tin hut provided by the government and survived on state food rations and a pension of about 500 rupees (£6.80) a month." (Daily Mail) There is another tribe, the Sentinelese, who have ban contact with the outside world. You may remember them from that meem picture that went around a while ago of tribal people shooting arrows at a helicopter. I would post the picture, but they deserve some bloody dignity.
Here is what a lost language sounds like:
MOVING ON...
I just felt so overwhelmingly sad, I think I might forgo the tales of debauchery. OK in a nutshell: Dad's birthday last Thursday. We went to The Ginger Man on 36th and 5th, a special place in my life. Great view of the Empire State. MJ met us there for dinner and barley wine. Then we went over to BB Kings to see Ladysmith Black Mambazo. Amazing concert. Their voices were so perfectly harmonious, they sounded pre-recorded. MJ said it best, "It strips away all your cares and worries." Of course, here it is:
Last night Emily and Will and Joe hosted a wine-tasting party with 12 amazing wines, and a group of smart, schnazzy, well-dressed people living it up in Inwood. There was stuffed mushrooms made with sherry, kick-ass smoked Parmesan, veggie tempura with a wine batter, homemade fennel seed rolls, and chocolate brownie cake with a port-dressing. Some of those wines were so great and I can't remember a single one. Perhaps one was called, Legado, from Argentina? Well, I do know that MJ was dancing like crazy to Lady Gaga by the end of the night. We are all paying for our bacchanalian revelry today.
OK someone help me out with that wine list. I'll try to post the videos, if I can get a camera chord.
I want to type up a list of the wines we had and send it to everyone- look for it tonight!
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