Feeling: the heat.

Warm day today - apparently up to 36C but feeling warmer.

Creating: My first mashup

Ok, this is very rough but it was fun. I've had the mashup word Vanilla Ice Cream in the back of my mind for a few days now and this is the result. Vanilla Ice's song Ice Ice Baby vs Cream's Sunshine of your love - otherwise known as Sunshine of your icecream baby.

(This lives on my seldom visited Vox site - haven't figured out where else to host stuff yet)


http://col.vox.com/library/post/mashup.html

Browsing: Guitar tab sites.

Ever since I got my first (acoustic) guitar in my early teens, I've primarily strummed or picked away at three tunes I learnt in a guitar course at the Gisborne community centre. Greensleeves, some classical piece played with two fingers on the bottom (physically) three strings and The House of the Rising Sun.

Since then I've added a 12 bar blues riff to my repertoire and have picked up Guitar for dummies and a bunch of other books purporting to teach me how to go further - but at the moment my dreams of rockstardom are sadly unfulfilled.

So I thought I'd try something new - learning songs that I actually like. (Not that I dislike the others but you know what I mean).

Now if you wander about the web (and play guitar), you may be aware that there are sites where other guitar players have patiently sat down with their favourite songs and kind of reverse engineered them, figuring out chords and riffs and such and writing them down in a special notation called tablature.

Tablature is cool because it's music for people who can't read notes. This is what it looks like. (Click to enlarge)



As you can see, it represents the six strings on the guitar and the numbers show you the frets that you need to hold down. So theoretically, if you play according to the tablature, it should sound just like the song.

You can also find songs that just have the chords on these sites, which is closer to where I am but it's nice to know that when I'm ready, I can start learning the riffs as well.



Ok, great right? A community resource for guitarists, people sharing their knowledge and skills to help other people learn new things. No-one is sharing files created by someone else, people are regularly inspired to go out and buy new music so they have something to play along to and they play to more people who are likely to discover music that they haven't heard before (and presumably go out and buy that as well).

Everybody wins and nobody spoils the party.

Well nearly nobody.

In recent years, publishers of sheet music have been flexing their corporate muscle and issuing "take-down letters" under the US DMCA (Digital Millenium Copyright Act) to the websites hosting these guitar tabs and chords. One of the most well-known of these, the Online Guitar Archive is still down although they do have a copy of their takedown letter up on the site for your perusal.

Apparently cutting into the sales of sheet music is far more important than having millions of people learn a constructive and creative skill. Let's not get into how accurate the tablature pages are, whether someone has thrown in their own flourishes and particularly how the artists feel about having people learn how to play their songs and buy their music, these are obviously trivialities compared to the needs of the sheet music industry .



Obviously, this isn't the first time that this kind of behaviour has been seen from the music business. I read that with the introduction of radio, manufacturers of piano rolls had a fit about the free distribution of their intellectual property and often banned the stations from playing their artists. This, not surprisingly, didn't last long, as musicians aren't morons.

Fortunately, the internet being what it is, the moment the sheet music publishers shut down one site, ten more spring into it's place, so it's a bit of a non-issue in some ways but it's still interesting to see the depths to which big business needs to control everything, even the music.

(I don't have any particular favourite guitar tab sites, I generally just google whatever I'm looking for but you might like to check this site out - this guy has most impressively put together a list of his 500 favourite guitar riffs, with accompanying YouTube videos and tablatures - http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=2278011

(Still) Playing: Scarface: The World is Yours

(I think that heading needs some more colons, but let's press on regardless)

I guess the fault exists with me but even though I've finished the storyline part of the game (to my knowledge), I find myself still trudging through the remaining missions - wipe out opposition gangs and acquire property - in Scarface: TWIY, working towards 100% completion of the game.

Larger games these days (particularly in the sandpit-game genre) have honking big stats sections which tell you everything from how long you have been playing the game (never something you really should know) to how far you have travelled using different forms of transport, from how many people you have shot in the left kidney (I kidney you not) to how many conversations you have had with in-game characters and the all important one - how much of the game you have finished.

I'm currently sitting on around 85% at the moment - which considering that I've taken over the four quarters of Miami and killed all the gang bosses that tried to bring me down (not to mention won over half a dozen scantily clad babes at my mansion) - doesn't quite seem enough. As I say though, there are still 20 or 30 gang cells to get rid of and a bunch of things to buy - including an authentic astronaut suit, an Easter Island head and an investment company.

Getting to this point is sheer slog though - and yes, I'm aware of the irony of considering any activity where you spend hours watching telly in a recliner rocker "slog" - I've currently got little money and the meters that tell me how much "heat" I have from the cops and the gangs are way up. This means that any time I try to do a major drug deal or kill a gang, the gangs and the cops (respectively) are all over me, the major drug dealers won't do me good deals and the bank screws me in interest rates for money laundering.

I tell you, sometimes you wonder how drug barons get out of bed in the morning.

So why bother? Who cares? If it's more like hard work now than fun, why don't you just put down the controller and - oh I don't know - get a life?

And here's the thing - my theory is that most of the pleasure that we get from games is the sense of achievement and power we get living in our virtual world. In the game world, you do the things you can't and wouldn't in the real world. (Which all those anti-game people still don't seem to get). Progress is marked increment by increment, giving you constant reinforcement that even if you don't have a lot of influence over the events in reality, everything you do in the game "matters".

When you a playing socially, this is further enhanced. Interestingly, not everyone even needs to be playing for gaming to be social - watching someone else playing through missions can be just as entertaining as sitting watching a movie and oftentimes moreso. Finding the balance between letting someone make their own mistakes and work things out and "helping them" is a fine art.

So why is 100% important? I think it's to do with the relationship you have established with the game over the course of the 40-50 hours it takes to play a standard game. To have gotten to the end of the storyline, the game has to have engaged you enough that you don't just put down the controller disappointedly saying "Well that's really a very average game". It's taught you how to use it, it's given you better and better treats as it has gotten harder and harder, it's drawn you in to the world you are playing in.

It's frustrated you, baffled you, driven you nuts when stupid civilian cars inexplicably turn suddenly in front of you, it's made you laugh when out of the blue, swimming in the ocean after your boat has blown up you are eaten by a shark and it has made you keep coming back for more.

So you get to the end of the story, you've vanquished the villains, the world is yours, you've beaten the game BUT sitting there in one line on the statistics page is a small taunt. "Yeah sure, maybe you think you won but *ahem* - look at the scoreboard. I say you haven't"

And damn it, you know that you aren't going to be beaten by a piece of software.

So on we trudge.

(Don't get me wrong, I'm still very much enjoying hooning along Miami streets in my range of sports and muscle cars, powersliding around corners and whatnot, I just think I'm ready to settle down into druglord retirement)

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Listening to : Lush - Ciao!

As I was riding to work this morning, pondering what to ramble about today, I was thinking that it would be a good time to do an overview of one of my top five bands, The Devastations. I mean, they've only released two albums so far (the first acclaimed by Karen O as her favourite of the year) and I've seen them live so there's plenty to talk about without being too much.

Yet while I was thinking about this, a song was buzzing around my head that has seemingly been on repeat for a few days now - Ciao! by Lush. (Listen to a preview here)

Opening with a stripped back acoustic guitar leading into what I think is some kind of French sounding accordion (which actually works - doesn't get annoying or anything :), it then launches into one of the finest duets ever.

Jarvis Cocker (in his mid-90s Different Class era Pulp finest) joins Lush singer Miki Berenyi in this biting jangle-pop back-and-forth sledge fest between two former lovers singing to each other about how much better off they are since they got rid of each other. (Quite therapeutic really). The beat is lively, the voices both great and Jarvis does one of his trademark low-talking spoken choruses in the middle.

The rest of the album that this comes from (Lovelife) is really worth a listen as well - this track (Ladykiller) is certainly another highlight.



This isn't something I would normally do but I really am taken with Ciao! at the moment, so here are the lyrics
(thanks to http://www.curve.demon.co.uk/lush/lyrics/ciao.html

Together:
I've been so happy since I walked away
I never thought that I could
Feel as great as I do today
'Cause you were nothing but a big mistake
And life is wonderful, now that I'm rid of you

Jarvis:
Oh I must've been crazy to have stayed with you
I can't believe I thought I was in love with you
But now the scales have fallen I can really see
And I say go to hell, 'cause that's where you took me

Miki:
Well, I've felt better since I slammed that door
You always cramped my style, I never noticed before
It's been a non-stop party since I flew the coop
I can't believe I fell for such a loser like you

Jarvis:
And is it any wonder that I felt so blue
When I was always having to put up with you

Miki:
Oh, here we go again, just lay the blame on me
Don't say another word, 'cause sweetheart, you're history

[Jarvis:]
[I bet you're loving every minute of it]
[Sitting in yer kitchen eating meagre meals with the curtains closed]
[Go on, be a bedsit martyr babe]
[I don't give a damn anyway]

Miki:
I know that you miss me really, bet you wish that you still had me
You'll never find someone like me but I've got no regrets at all

Jarvis:
'Cause I've met this girl and she's so good to me
She's really beautiful, fantastic company
Oh, when I'm with her I realise what love can be
'Cause she's fifty times the person you will ever be

Miki:
Good luck, mister, do you think I care?
Since you've been gone the offers have been everywhere
I've got a million guys just lining up for me
I've turned a corner, boy, my life is ecstasy

Together:
Well, I've been in heaven since I walked away
I never thought that I could feel as great as I do today
'Cause you were nothing but a waste of space
And life is wonderful, now that I'm over you

(Author: M. Berenyi)

(And yes, I will come back to the Devastations at another time)

(Oh and big big thanks to Jo for putting me onto this - as ever, you RAWK! :)

Using : Bloglines

I'm a compulsive reader - if something is lying about (junkmail catalogue, magazines, pamphlets, boxes), I'll most likely pick it up and take a look.

This makes the internet a dangerous place for me - it's all to easy to skip from site to site to site, reading whatever new tidbits they have for me (I have around 50 websites, blogs and cartoons that I check out regularly) until I come back to the first one (which by this time has updated) and start all over again.

This is where a site (service?) such as Bloglines comes in very handy.

Bloglines is what is called a feed-reader - it allows you to nominate a list of websites/blogs/etc that you want to keep track of, checks them all regularly for updated content and displays a summary of the story that allows you to click through to the original.



It's not the only tool that does this - any good web browser will have what they call an RSS (Really Simple Syndication) reader which does exactly the same thing. (Firefox, Flock, Opera - even Internet Explorer 7 has a try). Bloglines has a nice interface though and unless you use a portable browser (one that you run from a USB drive), it's the best way to access all of your feeds at once.



If you see a symbol like this one anywhere on a webpage (or the letters RSS - generally in an orange box), it means that content on that page can be gathered by a feed reader.

Setting it up (it's free) is just a matter of going to http://www.bloglines.com and creating an account. There is a directory of sites/rss-feeds that people have already subscribed to (still all free, don't let the language fool you) that you can choose from or you can just add your own.

There is probably much deeper functionality that I've just completely ignored (I think you can share your subscribed lists for one) but it's really just a matter of getting the use from it that you need.

Happy surfing and feel free to give me a hoy if you run into trouble or have any suggestions or comments.

cheers

Feeling : better

thanks.

Feeling: unwell

Stupid stomach.

Creating: Cho

Chomsky meets Che

Philosophising: Mistakes

It's still better to regret the things that you have done than the things that you haven't.

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Living : Life

Watching: The Omega Man

There was a real darkness about science fiction films in the early 1970's that when you think about it, kind of reflects the film noir genre of the 40s/50s. There was a tremendous cynicism about humanity and it's seemingly endless capacity to monumentally screw things up.

Coming (in the USA particularly) at a time of the Vietnam war, growing awareness of various environmental issues, the death of the hippy era, fear of nuclear war, the oil crisis, racial tension and economic stagnation, the time was right for filmmakers to gaze into their crystal balls and try to extrapolate how bad things could get if the current madness continued.

So we got films like THX1138, Soylent Green, Rollerball (not the lame remake), Westworld, The Planet of the Apes series, Logans Run and more. Films where the future is universally grim - over polluted, corporate controlled, conformist and generally just very bleak.

The Omega Man (1971) sits fairly comfortably in this pack. Set in Los Angeles in 1977, a couple of years after biological warfare wiped out almost all of the planet, Robert Neville (Charlton Heston) a military scientist who developed the weapons and is the only person to have tried the vaccine - is - in effect - the last man on earth.

Well this isn't entirely true - there are a bunch of albino cultists who have some kind of resistance to the "plague" but are slowly dying and are quite insane and violent. They are led by a charismatic former tv newsman turned religious crazy who sees science as the cause of their woes and they are determined to kill Neville as the last representative of the old system.

Throw into the mix some young folk who haven't developed the albino disease yet (and the obligatory love interest), a possible cure for the plague made from Heston's blood and you have yourself the fixings of a story.

Ultimately, there is a fair bit about this film that seems kind of silly now. There is a bunch of religious symbolism that just plays way too over the top and indulgent (Heston takes some kind of crucified pose at least every 20 mins or so and when he first meets his love interest Lisa (Rosalind Cash) at gunpoint, she tells him to spread his arms like he's being crucified. )

(From Wikipedia)

It has been suggested that the film parallels the story of Christ, the Apostles, and the Crucifixion^{[citation needed]}; there are disciples, a betrayer, a Mary Magdalene figure, a Pilate-judge, allegories to the persecution by the Pharises and the salvation from the Blood of Christ, and even a spear being thrust into the main character. The "omega" in the title references the final letter in the Greek alphabet (implying, like the 1964 version that Neville is the "last" man), which is also connected to Christ, who was referred to as the Alpha and Omega

Now perhaps this is more my issue but it's kind of hard to see Charlton Heston and not think about him as a gun nut. (President and spokesman of the National Rifle Association 98-03). He certainly seems a fan of them in the movie. (Interestingly, having done a little research, he was actually more of a lefty back around those days and actually called for gun control after the murder of Robert F Kennedy).

The film opens well with scenes of Heston driving around a deserted city like a maniac, "shopping" and generally doing the things you could imagine doing if you were "the last man on Earth". I know that this was something that always fascinated me growing up (I think I first saw this film on latenight tv as an early teen) as a bit of an outsider who was happy with my own company. I think it was probably the absence of rules that appealed but I always came to the conclusion that life without other people would be boring/maddening before too long.

One of my all-time favourite sci-fi (or sf if you prefer) films deals with this issue as well - Geoff Murphy's 1985 NZ classic The Quiet Earth. (But we'll come back to that one).

Unlike other films in this genre at the time, The Omega Man didn't really seem to have that much to say in terms of social commentary - beyond perhaps the whole "wiping the planet out with biological weapons" thing is a bad idea - and plays better as a post apocalyptic action flick.

It is based on a 1954 novel by Richard Matheson entitled I am Legend. The diseased in the book are much like vampires (though without the supernatural/mythical origins) and there is more of a focus on Neville's psychological struggles to deal with being the last man on Earth. Another film version was made in 1964 with Vincent Price and the story itself has been quite influential over the years - George Romero said that the book inspired his 1968 classic Night of the Living Dead.

Blade Runner director Ridley Scott tried to make a version in the 1990s with Arnold Schwarzenegger but the film didn't get off the ground (um, I suspect thankfully - although Ridley Scott...) and apparently Will Smith is set to star in I Am Legend this year.

This film is worth checking out if you like the post-apocalyptic genre or the 70's sci-fi - for the most part it works but is a little clunky at times. Certainly nothing to worry about if you aren't a fan of blood and gore.

Here's the trailer.

Listening: Tenacious D - The Pick of Destiny (Soundtrack)

With a love for and a seemingly endless knowledge of classic hard rock and metal, Tenacious D like to squeeze every possible rock reference and cliche they can into their music. (In a good way).

Taken seriously, this could go horribly wrong, bringing us into the territory of the pretentious and/or the precocious. (Like when The Darkness claim they aren't taking the piss. Don't get me wrong, if you ignore most of the second album, they still rock.)

Fortunately, for "the D", it's all a bit of a giggle - they love what they do and they particularly like the silliness of it all. Which makes sense, given that it's the band of one of the leading comedy actors of our time, Jack Black. Filling out the band is Kyle Gass, talented guitarist and I assume actor mate of Black's. (One thing that pops into my mind is how many people does it take to make a band - I mean, the word band suggests more of a group, surely. Like Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men. Of course, then you get one-man-bands and it all goes to hell).

Anyways, after a longish spell between drinks (the first Tenacious D album - featuring the single Tribute - was released in 2001), the second D album was released last year and is the soundtrack to their upcoming film entitled (unsurprisingly) Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny.

I haven't seen the film yet but the soundtrack plays out in someways like a bit of a rock opera and gives you a pretty good idea of the storyline - essentially a warped bio-pic of the band where at some point they get hold of a mystical guitar pick making them rock-gods.

The majority of the tracks are story oriented and draw from a range of rock influences, from Black Sabbath to Nirvana, from Sport metal (whatever happened to sport metal) to the obligatory awful ballad that has been a rock staple ever since Kiss let Peter Criss record Beth. (OMG, just checked out wikipedia and Beth is their highest charting single ever - go figure).

But that's not all - Jack Black and Kyle Gass also find the long-lost lyrics to classical pieces including Eine Kleine Nacht Musik and other tunes that I'm ashamed to say I don't know the names of. (Update - Found one - Beethoven's Fur Elise) Check it out here in a clip where the two first meet.



Other highlights on this album are Meatloaf as Jack Black's repressive rock hating Dad, Dio (Ronny James Dio - Black Sabbath) as some kind of rock guardian angel (I think), a great car chase song and a final confrontation "rock off" with the devil that includes the lines "I'm the devil, I love metal - check this riff it's fucking tasty".

The Tenacious D style of humour isn't for everyone, it often slants towards the crass 14yo boy kind of thing but for me, the exuberance of Jack Black's performance, his showmanship and the bands obvious love for what they are doing make it all worthwhile. If you don't come in expecting profound social commentary or philosophical insights and are happy to have some great rockin' fun, this is for you.

Oh and by the way, I couldn't let this pass - doing a little fact checking on wikipedia (I know it's not perfect but I trust it) and I noticed that the opening line of the definition of Tenacious D is as follows :

Tenacious D is an American rock band composed of musician/actors Kyle Gass (a.k.a. "KG", "Kage","Rage Kage") and Jack Black (a.k.a. "JB", "Jables"). Their style fuses rock with pure fucking awsomeness.

Now you wouldn't get that kind of accuracy in the Encyclopedia Britannica. :)

Reading: The Neon Wilderness - Stories by Nelson Algren

INT. NIGHT. Chicago Late 1940s. A city police station in a working class Polish Neighbourhood.

They come off the streets for a night or a week and pause before the amplifier with a single light, like a vigil light, burning high overhead. Each pauses, one passing moment, to make his brief confessional:

"Leo Cooney. Fraud'lent perscription. It's a bad bang, Captain"

Life is a bad bang for Cooney: a bum rap and no probation.

"What do you use when you can't get morphine sulphate?"

"Paregoric."

And steps back into the shadows. You won't see Cooney in the light again.

Yes, and he'll drink starch too. His nose didn't get white from blowing it.

The thin-featured Negro beside him is trying to look like an M-G-M Mexican: broad-brimmed hat and sideburns so deep and dark they look like cords fastening the foolish hat under the chin.

"What you in here for, Sugar-Cure?"

"Walked off with a dolla' 'n fo'got to bring a man his change"

"You mean you forgot to bring him his marijuana. Where'd you come from?"

"Chillicothe, Ohio"

"Didn't the Chamber of Commerce know you were coming in?"

"I didn't tell'em. I was in the House of Correction."

"Turn around and face the back wall. Take off that hat."

The pseudo-Mexican removed his hat, faced the wall a moment and turned back to face the darkened rows where a hundred victims of recent crimes watched silently. The Captain explained: "We just wanted to see the back of your head. So when they turn you over, we'll know who you are. Next man".

This is the opening of the first story in Nelson Algren's The Neon Wilderness, a story entitled "the captain has bad dreams".

Nelson Algren wrote about the underclass in his native Chicago in the 40's and 50's with the compassion and clarity of an insider as well as an incredible beauty to his language. He won the US National Book Award in 1950 for "The Man with the Golden Arm", which was made into a film with Frank Sinatra in 1956.

(Butchered some might say - I saw the film first and thought it was ok but then read the book and that blew my mind. Algren wrote a book published in 94 (Noncomformity) which told his side of the filmmaking debacle/story)

Lou Reed said in 2001 that Algren's 1956 novel "A Walk on the Wild Side" was the launching point for his song "Walk on the Wild Side". (Thanks Wikipedia)

His writing isn't always easy to find but if you're looking for something gritty and beautiful, this is the man to read.

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Listening: Mashups

You flick on the radio and the low opening drum riff of the Dandy Warhols' Bohemian Like You begins but then as soon as the guitars kick in you hear the opening lyrics of Mousse-T's Horny (don't try to pretend you don't know it) come in over the top - Horny, horny, hornyhornyhorny.

Huh?!?

You keep listening and even though the juxtaposition is bizarre, the song actually really seems to be working. The rhythm/beat/tempo/vibe of the Dandy's music and Mousse-T's lyrics (the rest has been removed) mash together perfectly - and I should probably add quite hilariously. Finally when the trademark Dandy Warhols' Whoo Hoo Hoooo chorus thingy tops off a line of I'm horny, hornyhornyhorny you know you're listening to something interesting. (Not to mention having them singing And I like you, and I like you and I like you I like you I like you)

But in case you're not yet convinced - take a look at this.



Ok, so we're in the world of the MashUp - what's it all about?

The wikipedia entry on mashups is (unsurprisingly) quite rich - here's the primary definition (I'll leave the rest for you to explore - but I really do encourage you to do so)

Mashup, or bastard pop, or bootleg, is a musical genre which, in its purest form, consists of the combination (usually by digital means) of the music from one song with the a cappella from another. Typically, the music and vocals belong to completely different genres. At their best, bastard pop songs strive for musical epiphanies that add up to considerably more than the sum of their parts.

In short, the mashup has a loooooong history - from classical composers borrowing from traditional folk tunes centuries ago to djs mixing up Orson Welles War of the World broadcast with music tracks to the modern day where digital technology has made it possible for virtually anyone to have a crack.

I've even had a brief toy with it (with horrendous results) but plan to come back to it one day.
If you're interested, check out this site - http://www.paintingbynumbers.com/bootcamp/
for some handy hints.

(Damn and I thought this was going to be an easy post - the more I read the more I want to talk about. I think the best thing to do is to give you some links here and you can peruse at you leisure.)

At one point I was having a bit of an internal dialogue about the whole - is this art or is it just lazy/stealing? - thing but I had a few thoughts that put me in the "it's art" team.

I mean, the history of music is one of artists learning from those who have come before, taking inspiration and often times copying and changing. Listen to the main riff in Smells Like Teen Spirit - now listen to Boston's More than a feeling - more than a little similar no? (And yes, Kurt admitted taking inspiration from that song).

Now let's take a bit of broader look at the history of art in the 20th century. We've got the Dadaists who turned art upside down and made the point that the art aristocracy was bloated and inbred and you can take a urinal and stick it in a gallery and make it art. Pop Art and Andy Warhol carried on this tradition by taking images and icons in the world around them and effectively remixing them to create something which depended on the work of others but which was special and unique in it's own right. It became as much about the ideas and the intention as it did about the actually work itself.

So yeah - it's about the ideas I guess and the way you can use juxtaposition of two things to create a third. (This is just the same as editing in a film - say you have an image of a child in a playground and then you have an image of a gun - you can't but help create a meaning which combines the two).

As to the matter of infringing on copyright - well you just know that this is a matter blown out of all sensibility by the moneymen who have no interest in the art at all. Instead of taking the commonsense view that exposure is good and could well inspire someone to go out and investigate the source of mashup (ie go out and buy Bohemian like you and/or Horny), they are determined to wring every last cent of every last 1 and 0 of their artist's music.

I think there is probably a case to be made for making some kind of payment to the original artists if you're going to be making money from their work - and giving them full credit if you aren't making money (it's only manners) but beyond that, the sky should be the limit.

Anyways, enough of my prattle - here are some links for you to chew on.

2 Many DJs - http://2manydjs.free.fr/
The Kleptones - http://www.kleptones.com/
Bootie USA (Best of Bootie 2006) - http://www.bootieusa.com/

And one more clip.

Which one's pink?

I had a bit of a Pink Floyd The Wall moment this morning when I decided to shave off the moustache that I'd been growing since the start of November.

You know the scene where Bob Geldof comes out of his drug/alcoholic haze and gets ready for the show by shaving all the hair on his body (thereabouts)? Well obviously I didn't go that far but having had this very large fuzzy caterpillar taking up a fair proportion of my face for the last few months, it's sudden absence was much odder than I'd expected.

I mean, logically I was returning to the face I'm most familiar with so you could imagine it would work as a happy homecoming but everything just looked a little small, bald and odd. Big puffy cheeks and a tiny tiny mouth surrounded by blank skin.


That said, I've adjusted to it already so it can't be that big a deal but it was really quite a surprise. (Maybe I'll go and shave off the eyebrows as well then? :)

Bit of wikipedia trivia (that I'm not 100% about but here goes anyway) - the aforementioned shaving scene was based on something Syd Barrett did during the recording of Wish you were here.

I had a fascination with Pink Floyd The Wall as I was growing up - the movie came out in 1982 when I was in Grade 5 and living in a family with shall I say conservative musical tastes I wasn't exposed to much in the way of rock. (Never watched Countdown).

I did from time to time though see the odd video clip that they would stick on during the afternoon cartoons and in particular one from The Wall, with Gerald Scharfs brilliant animated fascistic marching hammers among other things and in particular the lyrics "We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control", which kind of blew my mind at the time and I think probably was an early spark to whatever sense of rebellion I still carry.

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Watching : Strangers with Candy

Strangers with Candy is one of those relatively obscure films that sit on the shelf in the video shop (dvd shop?) - in fact I'm not 100% sure it got a cinema release in Australia - that you look at the cover for 10 seconds and move onto something else.

But that would be a mistake.

Strangers with Candy is the movie version of a tv series (on SBS a few years ago I think) where a 46 year old ex-junkie/hooker/delinquent/jailbird, Jerri Blank (Amy Sedaris) returns to high school to start her life over in the hope of bring her father out of his coma.

Co-written by (and co-starring) Stephen Colbert (of the Colbert Report and earlier The Daily Show with John Stewart) along with director Paul Dinello and Amy Sedaris (apparently the only woman who can make David Letterman laugh), this film features some of the best comedy dialogue I have ever come across.

Many times when you talk about great quotes or scenes in a comedy film, you give away the best jokes - the good news is that I can do this here pretty easily as this film is wall to wall gold. These in particular where some of my favourite scenes.

Jerri Blank: Faggot.
Chuck Noblet: What did you say?
Jerri Blank: What did you hear?
Chuck Noblet: I'd rather not repeat it.
Jerri Blank: Then I guess we'll never know.

While the writing in this film is definitely the highlight, the performances come a very close second. Again, all gold - particularly Amy Sedariswho does is able to mesh a dumb teenager with a streetwise adult perfectly, creating an utterly immoral and thoroughly lovable character in the process. Like all good comedy, the best performances are those taken over the top - Stephen Colbert I'll mention again as well as the guy who played the principal Onyx Blackman, Greg Hollimon.

Throw in some shining guest spots from Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Allison Janney (CJ from West Wing), Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker (who I actually thought was Jennifer Aniston in the movie) and you have a very lively cast.

I'm going to have to hunt up the original series now.

Five reasons to watch Strangers with Candy:

• Stephen Colbert


• Amy Sedaris


• What did you say? - What did you hear?


• I wasn't pushing you away, I was pulling me towards myself


• Jerri Blank on drugs

Watching : Body Melt.

Philip Brophy is one of Australia's most widely respected artsy-fartsy types*, making films, soundtracks, curating shows and doing all manner of cool new-media stuff. (*Among people who also do that kind of thing)

Bodymelt is a horror film project that he put together in 1993 in Melbourne which for some reason or another I've always had something of a mental block about. Perhaps it was the scathing reviews I read at the time criticising it's shoddiness or something but of course I should have realised that films like this don't generally review well in the mainstream.

Which is a shame as it is fantastic.

This is the blurb from IMDB

Residents of peaceful Pebbles Court, Homesville, are being used unknowingly as test experiments for a new 'Body Drug' that causes rapid body decomposition (melting skin etc.) and painful death.

The story is told well, spending enough time to get a feel for the characters but simultaneously keeping the action moving and the freakiness on the boil.

It ticks the boxes with the use of tried and tested horror staples (the country mutant family a particular favourite of mine) without being formulaic, there is a thoughtfulness and creativity in the use of gore that reminded me a little of David Cronenberg and his fascination with the body and while the effects (created by the Kiwi team that worked on Braindead) aren't necessarily that convincing they look cool nonetheless.

(Here are some examples of the gore style from YouTube)



The bulk of the story is set in a beautifully shot new-estate suburbia and it's nice to see that while some fun is made of suburban life and it's idealisation in mainstream media (ie Neighbours), Brophy doesn't take the attitude that "inner-city cool" filmmakers often do that suburbanites are mindless whitebread sheep leading lives of quiet desparation. The use of a number of popular actors from Australian soaps (Ian Smith - Harold from Neighbours, one of the Daddo's as well as "before-they-were-famous" Lisa McCune and William McInnes) in horror roles adds to the sense of play with the suburban ideal.

If you are familiar with Brophy's other work, it's nice to see his influences and interests come into the film - the use of (now-primitive looking) 3D modelling and computer voices and his electronic music score and stings - and it was great to see in the end credits that always interesting Melbourne art "identity" Maria Kozic was responsible for Art Direction, giving a unique look to the country mutant family's house in particular.

The performances are solid enough (although Daddo's probably shouldn't act - they are kind of Australia's answer to the Baldwins) and I also quite liked the editing. Shot selection and juxtaposition just had this extra bite for me some reason and everything really seemed to work well with everything else. (Call me a wanker about this if you will - the general rule of thumb is that you shouldn't notice the editing at all in a good film but having done a bit myself, you do pay attention).

If you don't mind a bit of horror with some art mixed in and some nice pointed commentary, check it out.

Watching : Idiocracy

I've been reading bits and pieces online over the last few months about a new Mike Judge film (Office Space, Bea vis and Butthead) called Idiocracy which was given a very limited release by Fox. (Half a dozen or so cinemas for a couple of weeks)

This is the blurb from IMDB

Private Joe Bowers, the definition of "average American", is selected by the Pentagon to be the guinea pig for a top-secret hibernation program. Forgotten, he awakes 500 years in the future. He discovers a society so incredibly dumbed-down that he's easily the most intelligent person alive.

As it hasn't been released in Australia yet, obviously I haven't been able to see the whole film :) but there have been a bunch of clips appearing on YouTube.

This one shows us what Fox News looks like 500 years from now - surprisingly similar I'd say. (Wonder if that's why Fox didn't release this film properly?)



The premise is set up well at the beginning - essentially dumb people have far more kids than smart ones and over time they just dominate the world.



Comment online about this film has been pretty starkly divided with people either loving or hating it. (Interestingly, the people posting comments who hate it always seem to be far less articulate and literate than the fans - you get the feeling that they might have taken offence.)

Anyway, there are a fair few more YouTube clips up at the moment (and I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't find the movie online as well) so I certainly think it's worth checking out. I mean, what's not to love about a future society where the number 1 tv show is called Ow My Balls. (Which looks surprisingly like a dumbed down JackAss).

Pimp my pod

A friend was talking to me about pimping her pod - helping her to rip some of her cds to her shiny new iPod (at least I think that's what she meant ;) - and it made me think about the album vs track thing.

Personally I'm a fan of the album as a piece of art in it's own right. An album isn't just a single song (though you may well buy an album for a particular song), it's a collection of songs arranged in a particular way that hopefully becomes greater than the sum of it's parts. Ideally this collection of songs works together to create a mood or tell a story (or a bunch of related stories), with each track working with the next.

This is why I pretty well always put albums rather than individual songs on the iPod.

I've had discussions with track people who make a pretty good point that it's rare to get an album that's "all killer and no filler" (thanks Jo) and why waste space with dud tracks and if you're going to pop it on shuffle anyway, what does it matter. I like switching over to shuffle from time to time - it's kind of like your own personal radio station although without the surprises.

I keep meaning to do an iTunes cull one of these days - create a little more space on the hard drive and weed out some of the filler - but what if a song which is weak in it's own right still plays an important part in an album as a whole?

(Or maybe I'm just a hoarder)

Not sure where this places compilation albums of course - either to a theme or best-ofs - but maybe that's for another time.

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