Heavens!
I see what you are doing; you bastard liver... You have no right to do this. I have no business being in this state. I am... sober. Painfully so. Never again will I underestimate your meddling influence. What the fuck... I mean really. Given the consumption of this night. How could this happen? What have I done to deserve this? Where is the blessed fogginess of the mind that i long for? It is a lost cause, but as the hour of the wolf approaches, I jump once more into the fray. May scotch take you direct to hell. Save me, save me...
So i saw "Memoirs of a Geisha" this evening. I am tired and lazy, therefore this review will be very succint and to the point.
Needs boobies
Yes, i think that would be a fair assesment of the film. I mean it was really quite fine. Nothing outstanding, but neither was it hopelessly sappy. Still it was, perhaps predictable and hopelessly romantic. Ultimately i think it was created for mass consumption, and it shows. Fluffy, but not repulsive. For a meatier and ultimately more Japanese view on geisha life i would recommmend "Sisters of the Gion" instead. Set in relatively more modern times, it still packs a much greater emotional wallop.
Music of the moment:
Mira Calix - oneoneone
I have finally taken a renewed interest in music after many years of self retreat, wherein all I did was backfill my collection of music that I already had a vested interest in. However feeling alive again for the first time in half a decade is a perfect reason to indulge in expanded horizons of all types. So once more into the fray with music.
Much do i owe to SomaFM and their various stations. Exposure to many and varied electronic bands have led to my recent infatuation with the Boards of Canada who are without a doubt, gods walking among us. But this post is not about them, although they have a tenous relation via a remix on the above album.
My first exposure to Mira was via the "Extreme Music from Women" tour/album hosted by Whitehouse. I had the excellent fortune to see them at their Chicago show, and while I was too busy getting drunk with Peter Sotos to pay attention to whether she was at the show or not, I did buy the album. Her song "Too slim for suicide" quickly latched onto my subconcious with its skittering insectoid beat. I had meant to buy her album for years, and indeed I had the chance to buy the vinyl during the years i worked at a record show. Not owning a record player, well i regret that to this day, my vinyl sits unplayed and sullen on my shelf even now. Anyway my dark days soon arrived and my interest in most things dried up soon after.
Fast forward some time, new drugs, new people, new computer, a real job, iTunes. Blah blah blah. Free time and disposable income leads to a day of shopping, and this album is purchased.
The standout song, imo, "sparrow" is a low, grumbly orgasm. Sinuous and dirty it writhes and groans its way through a vast cavernous space. Visions of dark mystic rituals performed by subterranean beasts pulse through the brain. Bass beats sound like enormous drums echoing off cave walls while blind reptiles bob their heads in rhythmn.
Other songs conjure vivid mental dis-associations with the Legendary Pink Dots. Stange orchestrations with depressing vibes yearn for the voice of Ka-spel. In much the same way as the Tear Garden was an incredible fusion of Skinny Puppy and the Pink Dots, this music cries out for a side project.
I could not, if asked, classify this music. It occupies the negative space between techno and noise, and that place is nirvana to me.
So i saw "Memoirs of a Geisha" this evening. I am tired and lazy, therefore this review will be very succint and to the point.
Needs boobies
Yes, i think that would be a fair assesment of the film. I mean it was really quite fine. Nothing outstanding, but neither was it hopelessly sappy. Still it was, perhaps predictable and hopelessly romantic. Ultimately i think it was created for mass consumption, and it shows. Fluffy, but not repulsive. For a meatier and ultimately more Japanese view on geisha life i would recommmend "Sisters of the Gion" instead. Set in relatively more modern times, it still packs a much greater emotional wallop.
Music of the moment:
Mira Calix - oneoneone
I have finally taken a renewed interest in music after many years of self retreat, wherein all I did was backfill my collection of music that I already had a vested interest in. However feeling alive again for the first time in half a decade is a perfect reason to indulge in expanded horizons of all types. So once more into the fray with music.
Much do i owe to SomaFM and their various stations. Exposure to many and varied electronic bands have led to my recent infatuation with the Boards of Canada who are without a doubt, gods walking among us. But this post is not about them, although they have a tenous relation via a remix on the above album.
My first exposure to Mira was via the "Extreme Music from Women" tour/album hosted by Whitehouse. I had the excellent fortune to see them at their Chicago show, and while I was too busy getting drunk with Peter Sotos to pay attention to whether she was at the show or not, I did buy the album. Her song "Too slim for suicide" quickly latched onto my subconcious with its skittering insectoid beat. I had meant to buy her album for years, and indeed I had the chance to buy the vinyl during the years i worked at a record show. Not owning a record player, well i regret that to this day, my vinyl sits unplayed and sullen on my shelf even now. Anyway my dark days soon arrived and my interest in most things dried up soon after.
Fast forward some time, new drugs, new people, new computer, a real job, iTunes. Blah blah blah. Free time and disposable income leads to a day of shopping, and this album is purchased.
The standout song, imo, "sparrow" is a low, grumbly orgasm. Sinuous and dirty it writhes and groans its way through a vast cavernous space. Visions of dark mystic rituals performed by subterranean beasts pulse through the brain. Bass beats sound like enormous drums echoing off cave walls while blind reptiles bob their heads in rhythmn.
Other songs conjure vivid mental dis-associations with the Legendary Pink Dots. Stange orchestrations with depressing vibes yearn for the voice of Ka-spel. In much the same way as the Tear Garden was an incredible fusion of Skinny Puppy and the Pink Dots, this music cries out for a side project.
I could not, if asked, classify this music. It occupies the negative space between techno and noise, and that place is nirvana to me.
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