A charming enough song, from yet another Swedish singer with a thing for dreamy folk music. It is cute, but then the cracks start to show. Wait, is this just an ad for Louis Vuitton? Well, sort-of, at least the video is a clip from a show sponsored by Vuitton by Japanese artist Takashi Murakami, who's probably best known for the terribly NSFW piece 'My Lonesome Cowboy', which sold for $15.2 Million. I can only assume someone was sent to pick it up for the buyer, its just not the kind of piece you allow yourself to be photographed with.
So there you go, Benne, anime and cute folk music.
Oh dear God please let this work. I'm forgoing my posting privileges for Tuesday to make room for this impromptu face-melting moment of glory in my lifetime. (I think I'm just still coming down from the liquor/wine drunk from last night and dancing with Mexican girls half my height, but ah well.)
(Also, MuchoSucko is being stupid, so I've waited on YT to stop being stupid too and posted it from there.)
I just got out of seeing Whip It, which I found a tremendously good time and also made me cry a bunch shut up you guys. The only complaint I had was that the entire soundtrack was not done by Hole. We have a tendency to recall Courtney Love as the devil on Kurt Cobain's shoulder, left behind to wander the earth making terrible decisions like an unraveling id. While that's not entirely inaccurate, to gloss over her music would be a mistake. I find Hole to rock pretty seriously hard, and also carry some Feminist Themes, which is what I am so all about. When do we get a Courtney Love avatar, you guys?
Their new Rock Band game just came out. Whatever. I'd play it if someone had it.
Susan Atkins just died. In Vincent Bugliosi's book, she easily comes out as the second worst human being, with only Manson being more despicable. I don't really care about this bitch either.
No, I want to talk about Roman Polanski. If you were going to make a movie about a fictional artist who is constantly suffering, you might start with having him escape the Holocaust. Then he might leave Communist Poland. And then, and this shit would probably be rejected as just too ridiculous, you could have his wife and unborn child brutally butchered for some insane, random reason. Then you'd come up with an ending, I don't know, maybe he kills himself and the audience leaves the theater wanting to slit their wrists, or maybe after a long period of mourning he meets someone else and has a child and wins an Oscar and becomes beloved but never forgets those who he lost. But here's what you wouldn't do - you wouldn't have him turn out to be a disgusting old lech who, one night, plies a 13-year-old girl with quaaludes and champagne and then rapes her. And then he flees to Paris to escape justice, becomes part of the intelligentsia there and makes a series of mostly so-so movies since he's cloistered away from Hollywood money and influence. Because you'd lose the audience's sympathy, and what would be the point of that?
The hell it is the fall of a sudden in New Paltz, so, time for jackets, The Fall, & strutting. Conflation of the band & the season isn't even my pun, but I have been walking around with this thing in my head, which is just about saying "I own this town" right here.
If you are new to The Fall, every song is the same (cf. John Peel) - thiscrazyman raves over some cottdamn grooves and it is the Stomp.
N.B. next week we will try for our 3rd consec. Camus tag. There might be even more old links associated.