I know it already; and stop giving me that look, you know which one.
I CANT stop listening to Silver Jews Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea. holy shit it’s awesome.
:Open Field” especially, it’s so simple, and takes me along for an awesome ride. This would be a very worthy addition to my roadtrip collection….
speaking of roadtrips…
EVERYONE should be keeping tabs on Banksy’s road trip through the states.
For those that don’t know Banksy, is a political street artist of London fame.
If we wanna keep the road trip theme going… good road trip movie… hmm.
Well I am going to reccomend two that couldn’t be more opposite.
TOMMY BOY which documents Chris Farley being hilarious in ways I can never get sick of watching…
then Uh, WILD STRAWBERRIES which is definitely not as hilarious but a much more poignant look at the musings of a professor.
I miss blogging but after senior year this shit is on! Understand?
So I know I have been neglecting the blog. But I’m pretty sure you guys know that too. It is kinda obvious.
ANYWAY I have been really busy being back to school. I get to plan out a film festival here, AND I am getting music submissions from new and exciting artist’s on a daily basis. So it’s pretty sweet and for those of you that know me you could probably tell that I am having a lot of fun with it.
Back to the point of this blog, connecting the arts. Last night I finally watched Metropolis from Fritz Lang,which I still can’t believe that was my first viewing. It is kind of really incredible. I highly recommend.
Anyway, the main character Freder serves as the linchpin for the upper and the middle class, and althought this is a silent film we are left with the refrain of, “there can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.”
Very powerful, I can finally understand how it is regarded as one of, if not the best, dystopian movie. Because it is a silent film, that phrase is what the title card reads, and just having it in that text is very very impressive. Beautiful movie, and a great message… and keep your eyes open for the Argentinian cut that’s over 210 minutes… coming around 2008 or 9.
In addition to that, there is a great song by The Cloud Cult called “When Water Comes To Life”
Here is a shitty video of someone on youtube, but the song quality is all I care about…
Either way we are reminded that we are essentially the same. Which is a great idea to take with you whenever you step outside of your sweetly air-conditioned room; I know I do.
Lackidasical regarding my laziness, not relating to my lack of interest of blogging otherwise we wouldn’t be here would we?
I’m tired, and the summer is going by way too fast.
I just watched a pretty dope movie (a little before my movie a day binge I recently started) called They shoot horses don’t they? A Sydney Pollack movie with a very young Jane Fonda. It was really intriguing that the story just started off innocent and became much more unsettling as the story progresses, it’s fascinating to begin with then it becomes much harder to digest.
See they look like they are having fun don’t they?
little do you know….
This idea of attraction vs repulsion is happening in a lot of modern art, there are these otherwise perplexing images, that have an frightening story to tell.. over here at MM ( again where I have been housed and interning over the summer) this is essentially everything on our first floor in our main gallery
But it really reminds me of an older exhibit that we had by Carsten Holler, Amusement park.
This is where Holler assembled an amusement park in building 5 and slowed it down to ridiculous lenghts (think a 3 inches every 10 minutes). So at first glance it is familiar and friendly, but then later on it becomes frightening after time progresses.
A bit of a jump but really really neccessary song to listen to… not creepy whatsoever.
Like I said, I am progressively getting to the point of exhaustion -for reasons unknown- but it is summer and highly reccomend everyone listening to Thao and the Get Down Stay Down, and specifically, their track “swimming pools”… Made of awesomenesss
palimpsest: a parchment or the like from which writing has been partially or completely erased to make room for another text.
For me, this also means anything that has had left its mark,or better yet, an impression.
Not only that, but what you are looking at above is some bad ass work By Julie Mehretu currently on display at WCMA (pronounced WICK-MUH). I love this idea and how Julie showcasing all the layers beneath layers beneath layers. My favorite thing about this work is how you can see the older identities of these structures, remain intact through out the renovation, for an interesting juxtaposition of old and new.
The idea of palimpsest is one that lends itself all across the board. Especially with music. The palimpsest itself, might be attributed to genre, and even instrumentation in some cases. But with the whole phenomena of the “mash-ups” getting onto most if not all of the places in the blogosphere, I think it is refreshing to clearly see a broad range of sources compile into one flowing song.
Although for some it is understandably annoying to have the same source material repeated over and over. (i.e. this guy and his hatred towards Pachelbel)
Aside from that, the refreshing new source material I was talking about is…
M.I.A.
(In addition to sick beats.. she’s pretty hot)
20 Dollar
(Sorry I felt that was really really necessary)
It sneaks up on you. Oh yes it does.
I love M.I.A. because its a mind fucking/road trip. It takes you along for a ride regardless of if you enjoy or not, and even if you get a little nauseous on the way there, you’re GOING to enjoy it.
Not only do you have M.I.A. being ridiculous as usual, but you have the main progression from New Order’s Blue Monday, AND the chorus from the Pixies classic( and no doubt seminal); Where is my Mind? How you could you say no to any of that?
Moving on…
As easy as it is,
I think a really good example of this palimpsest idea in the film world, goes to PULP FICTION
the evidence of this palimpsest is added as a nice touch to this otherwise very nonlinear structure of a plot. You can see traces of elements ( added on later much more clearly)appearing in the scenes. Whenever this happens- which is a lot- you get a great sense of closure, as everything makes much more sense. (espeically wtih the outfits that Vincenet and Jules wear) I feel like the more and more you watch, the more and more you notice.
And as an added feature, tarantino has all the winks, nods, and “know-what-i-mean(s)” throughout all of the movies, as he has a couple steady ties… (think Red Apple Cigarettes)
On the poetry side. There is a poem by W.S. Merwin
“Now Renting”
Nobody remembers
the original site
of course
what was there to remember
somebody nobody remembers
wanted a little building
nobody knows why
on the original site
and cleared it
no doubt
had to
later somebody
wanted a little
more space
and set up a scaffold
around the first building
and built the walls higher
and then tore down
the scaffold
then in time somebody
put up more scaffolding
and tore down
the whole building
and dug a hole in the original site
and put up a bigger
building and tore
down the scaffolding
to the accompaniment
of music announcing
a golden age.
but somebody with vision
soon put more scaffolding
on top of the building
and raised the whole structure
even higher than before
and tore down the scaffolding
but a while after that
somebody put up more scaffolding
with glass pictures on it
all the way up
of a glass building
never built
on that site
with nobody
inside it
at all the windows
to see the motionless clouds
.
Merwin is of course notorious for no punctuation, so sorry if that was hard to follow.
Either way we have the literal description and the aesthetic one in which the text is shaped to form a building going up and down and up again.
It’s important to know that the sky is motionless at the end because as much as man changes with the palimpsest ridden landscape, the natural world is not affected, at least in this circumstance..
trying to imagine what I will leave behind, aside from empty beer cans and dvd cases.
I swear to God I’ve been thinking about this blog. Like when I’d hike to my babysitting job every morning until that stint ended this past Thursday. I would have tried to write a post at the house where I’ve been babysitting, but once when I sat at the computer glued to Etsy for 20 minutes, the toddler I watched had gotten into the baby powder and poofed it all over the upstairs, in mommy and daddy’s room. Okay, so there’s my summer in a nutshell. Sorry, I felt the need to explain myself. Also, I’m hoping that if I ramble a little, I’ll remember at least one of the dozen or so ideas that have been floating through my head…nothing’s coming…
I have to second Jordan’s Scarlet bashing. Who the hell does she think she is, covering Tom Waits? And what is with these hipsters buying into it? If you actually like music, you would just buy some Tom Waits albums and actually enjoy his music the way it’s meant to sound- the jagged, gravelly voice of a deranged pianist, not some actress singing from the bottom of a tin can, or a toilet. There’s a reason they had Scarlet singing karaoke in Lost in Translation. It was karaoke. She isn’t a real singer. Get over it.
I guess I’m only partially surprised that the album hasn’t flopped completely. Scarlet is Woody Allen’s new muse, apparently. And before that, she starred in the aforementioned Lost in Translation, so she had that working in her favor.
(Unless we mention The Perfect Score…but I guess hipsters forgive her?)
Honestly, the carelessness of indie music is starting to bother some people (i.e. my boyfriend, Alex, who argued with me about the state of indie music for 45 minutes the other night). I figured that I could segue way into this since I think it’s safe to say that Scarlet is not a classically-trained singer, unless we map her progress from Obama’s “Yes We Can” video in which she made an appearance. But I digress…
Position 1: I stumbled upon MGMT and The Black Kids recently. I don’t really think it’s music to live your life by, but I think it’s fun to dance to.
Position 2: Alex thinks that this careless attitude has started to infiltrate a lot of the music that is a part of the whole indie genre, and that it instills this sort of hipster attitude in you if you listen to it.
I agree with Alex’s first point in his position, not only because I understand that Alex comes from a musician’s perspective (he goes to school for Music Therapy, with a concentration in guitar), but because I can honestly say that there isn’t a hell of a lot of spectacular talent in a lot of indie genre bands. I used to like Tilly and the Wall, and it’s still a fun idea, but the only thing setting them apart at all is, well, tap-dancing. This whole shouting thing on the other thing, a la Black Kids “DANCE, DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!” has become sort of a trademark (at least in what I’ve heard) and annoyingly non-musical.
But! I am not inclined to go around wearing day glo kerchiefs and sweatbands screaming “DANCE, DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!” to people on the street. I like to think that my musical taste has some integrity. (Hence preferring Tom Waits, to backtrack a little bit. I’m not trying to toot my own horn here because I would hope that everyone would prefer Tom Waits). But c’mon, I worshipped Zeppelin when I was eleven!!!
I don’t even know, guys. I’m still confused about the exact definitions of the indie genre. I know that indie (as in on independent labels, THE WAY IT WAS ORIGINALLY INTENDED) artists should be set apart not only for innovation, but for their talent (in my opinion, Joanna Newsom, Cocorosie, Deerhoof, Neutral Milk Hotel). Obviously, you can argue my tastes. I’m just a confused, artsy little gal who is attracted to the indie movement, but frustrated by its definitions. I won’t even really get into the other aspects of the indie movement, like fashion (BIRD TATTOOS, BIRD TATTOOS, BIRD TATTOOS) and the minimalist (silhouetted) artwork
that keeps showing up as prints or on shirts (that makes my panties a little wet). I’m just gonna end this by saying that, you can’t entirely define a culture when you’re in the midst of it, and it’s still going on. Do you really think people would have worn leggings and headbands in the 80s if they had actually thought about or understood the culture of the time?
You know that feeling you get when something is wrapped up so perfectly, that you are left a wordless jumbled mass of emotion? That’s one of the feeling that I love. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one either. As the year winds down, I thought a post on closure would be a good way to sum things up. Recently, I watched a movie that has this vast sense of closure where not only is the viewer left at piece with the film, but with a lot more.
Ingmar Bergman, FTW.
In an astonishingly funny, and uplifting Smiles of A Summer Night, Bergman explores basically his take on a romantic comedy. His typical cerebral, and deeply philosophical exploits that we have seen in Seventh Seal are still here, however now they are shown in a different light. Any time a character has those deeper thoughts, he / she just gets made fun of by another character. It is apparent here that the Seminal Swede can do light, funny films. This is the inspiration for Woody Allen’s Midsummer’s Night Sex Comedy, except, much much better. A high recommendation for the feel-good fanatics.
Check out this shit right here.
Les Savy Fav just dropped a live album!
They do an awesome cover of “Everybody’s Gotta Live” by Love, as the ending song. They only way this would be cooler is if it had Arthur Lee came out and done it, but, granted, that’s kind of impossible. Either way love this fucking song. Also, noteworthy performance of the lowest bitter, off The Fav’s newest cd.
Bernadette Mayer!
One of my fave’s.
Great great stuff here, This poem takes you through everything, when there is nowhere to go. It makes you warm when everything is cold, it gives you security even though your against the odds.
god I just want a hug afterward.
The way to keep going in Antarctica
Be strong Bernadette
Nobody will ever know
I came here for a reason
Perhaps there is a life here
Of not being afraid of your own heart beating
Do not be afraid of your own heart beating
Look at very small things with your eyes
& stay warm
Nothing outside can cure you but everything’s outside
There is great shame for the world in knowing
You may have gone this far
Perhaps this is why you love the presence of other people so much
Perhaps this is why you wait so impatiently
You have nothing more to teach
Until there is no more panic at the knowledge of your own
real existence
& then only special childish laughter to be shown
& no more lies no more
Not to find you no
More coming back & more returning
Southern journey
Small things & not my own debris
Something to fight against
& we are all very fluent about ourselves
Our own ideas of food, a Wild sauce
There’s not much point in its being over: but we do not speak them:
I had written: “the man who sewed his soles back on his feet”
And then i panicked most at the sound of what the wind could do
to me
if i crawled back to the house, two feet give no position, if
the branches cracked over my head & their threatening me,if I
covered my face with beer & sweated till you returned
If i suffered what else could I do
