Friday, September 30, 2005

i am a beautiful child, lalala

So If George Michael and Samuel Beckett got together to create a work of art, the resultant masterpiece would be called Wake Me Up Before You Godot?


In other news, Hi-tech City is achieving the dust levels of a stormed-over caravanserai road in the Sahara, and Enya is easy listening about three minutes in, after which you just want to pour some whiskey down her throat and get her to sing Irish drinking songs in her real voice.

current musix: garbage – i think i’m paranoid

Monday, September 05, 2005

in light of recent events

Another song blog: How does one take a cultural artefact and stand its meaning on its head? Tragedy and disaster will help. Sometimes the irony is self-evident. Growing up, I didn’t know a single person who did not at some moment in their lives think that “Imagine” was the greatest, most hopeful and meaningful song in the world.

Listening to A Perfect Circle’s cover, the always-a-little cracked and kooky song seems like more of a joke than ever. There are no changes to the lyrics, to the simple whistle-able tune, just the addition of a heavy, dark cello and the voice of Maynard Keenan, menacing in its quietness. It makes my hair stand on end, more than all the full-colour omens of disaster.


On a different tack, Happy Birthday to Pawee baby. And Happy Teacher’s Day to everyone, especially to my Mum, and all my English teachers.

current musix: a perfect circle - imagine

Friday, September 02, 2005

feelm writin'

Yes! Huge improvement in (already shiny + happy) work environment resulting from finally getting off rear and activating iTunes. Quick, deft work transferred pod-songs to hard drive. Am cool.

Also am eating too much dessert.


I’m listening to one of my favourite songs, “Everybody’s Talkin’” by Harry Nilsson. It seems like a song almost too easy to underestimate; a mistake that the makers of “Midnight Cowboy,” did not make.

Midnight Cowboy is a film we watched as a class last year. Many of us went back to it several times, unable to resist peeling off layer after beautiful layer. It stands every test and remains, I think, a collective favourite to this day. Famous as the first and only X-rated film to win a Best Picture Academy award, ‘…Cowboy’ retains its quality as an offbeat indie film and intensely personal experience in spite of what classic status it may have achieved. It also contains perhaps my favourite Dustin Hoffman performance, and proof that whatever lack of acting ability Angelina Jolie suffers  was certainly not inherited from the admirably competent (adorable, pitiable) Jon Voight. Can you imagine how difficult it must have been to share a screen with a Dusty at his ‘I’m-your-Strasberg-Superman’ best?

Nilsson’s song sank without a trace when it first appeared on the charts in 1968, a year before Midnight Cowboy was released, at great personal risk by John Schlesinger and, of all studios, MGM. The filmmakers found the song in the manner of all legend, while browsing music racks at a store. Idly. (Better than dosa.) From there it went on to imprint virtually every sequence in the film with its nimble opening chords and Nilsson’s nasal country-boy voice.

               I guess I love it so much because it makes me think of the film’s fabulous little dream sequence, which Dusty’s oily, raggled loser of a character envisions as a fulfillment of all his desires, running along a sunny beach with big handsome ol’ Joe. The first time I watched it, it made me smile. The second time I nearly cried.

Barista outlets everywhere play a highly painful breathy female version of this song on rotation. I swear I have heard it in three cities. LISTEN WITH PREJUDICE.

On an unrelated endnote, allow me to squee myself all over the blog about ‘All These Things I’ve Done’. How much do I love this song? How much, Lindsey? How much?

Emily and Lindsey are meeting at the British Museum in a few hours from now. I want to go. *gets on plane*

*is escorted back upon failure to provide extant passport*

*to prison*

current food: fruit gateau
current musix: the killers whee.