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Another meme, so soon? I know, I'm sorry. I only did the other one because I wanted to do this one. Also, Skins has been taking FOREVER to ahem.
Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
sarkastic gave me:
1. Radiohead
I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world. They're just sitting there. I can hit them with a two by four.
-- Thom Yorke
I have a list on some TXT document, called "reasons I will never stop loving radiohead". I add to it from time to time. All I know is that when I was younger, Dadmac would spend afternoons on the weekend in the shed, fixing his bikes and blasting Live 105.3. Said San Francisco radio station was the one which picked up on this little band's grungey hit in 1993 and started playing it. And playing it. And playing it. Until the entire country picked up on Creep. So I may have Live 105 to blame for America thinking Radiohead was a one-hit-wonder for a bit there, but I also have them to thank for indoctrinating me at a young age. But I really have Baz Luhrmann to thank for using Talk Show Host in his Romeo + Juliet, as my boyfriend Leonardo DiCaprio sat on the steps of a trailer in Mantua and smoked a cigarette. That was a few years later, and while I'd loved Creep I'd never heard anything like i'll be waiting/with a gun and a pack of sandwiches. That was the one that really got me --for some reason, probably because the movie broke my heart that first time and I probably cried through the credits, I never noticed Exit Music (For A Film) until I got OK Computer. I go through phases with them. Loving one album over another, listening to certain songs over and over. I STILL find new things, new sounds or quirks in their songs, after listening to one for the 1,000th time. In Rainbows was a revolution, though its effects on the music industry might not truly be felt for another few years. My appreciation of it will always be connected with my fall and winter living in London, and maybe I'll never love it as much as I did in that time. But god, I'll always remember that Dead Air Space post of Jonny's:
Hello everyone.
Well, the new album is finished, and it's coming out in 10 days;
We've called it In Rainbows.
Love from us all.
2. The Mighty Boosh
It's difficult to penetrate immediately. It's like [Captain Beefheart's] Trout Mask Replica,
where you go, "What the fuck?" and after a couple of plays you go,
"Actually, maybe there's something going on here."
-- Noel Fielding
It's hard to explain why I love them in all of their guises so much. I mean, not so hard (they make me laugh?) but exactly why I love them above so many other things is more complex. The best example is Michel Gondry's recent book You'll Like This Film Because You're In It. In the book, he writes of the filmmaking technique/lifestyle best exemplified in Be Kind Rewind. It's a collaborative process, community-based and -oriented project that makes me go, "Yes! THIS is what art is about." In the film, the citizens of Passaic, New Jersey are brought into the "Sweded" films that Mos Def and Jack Black (er, their characters) make, one by one, until they are all bringing to life their own ideas and hand crafting their props and set pieces and ultimately coming together to create a film about Fats Waller, Passiac, and themselves. Now bear with me. The Mighty Boosh is two opposites-attract crazy men who have brought their own absurd and anti-real dreams and jokes to life, starring their friends. Dave Brown, Nigel Coan, and Noel Fielding, were roommates at university -- and now Noel is Vince Noir, Dave is Bollo the Ape (and a handful of side characters) along with doing all the photography and much of the graphic design (for DVDs, tees, merch), and Nigel (and his wife) animate all of Noel's paintings (and a bunch of their own) into crazed dream sequences, backstories, and tales. Noel's little brother Mike is Naboo the Enigma. Mike's best friend since childhood, Pete, plays a shaman named Pete, the polar bear in Tundra, stage managed their live tour, and is probably/possibly Julian Barratt's manny. Noel's long-time girlfriend Dee (and badass musician/Robot In Disguise) pretty much plays all of the female characters (along with her fellow Robot). Dee's nephew plays a shaman named Kirk. Julian's musician mate Olly Ralfe shows up constantly. Noel and Julian write all the episodes, sing all the songs, Dave Brown choreographs the dance sequences, their director goes out DJing with them, Noel and the costume lady Anne often stay up all night designing and creating costumes, and Julian certainly stays up all night writing and composing all the music (including background score).
Do you see what I mean? Collaborative art. It's like one big family. And honestly, that may be what I love about them most.
3. San Francisco
I never saw so many well-dressed, well-fed, business-looking Bohemians in my life.
-- Oscar Wilde
I have never lived in San Francisco. Unlike most of my friends, I wasn't born in San Francisco either. I was born a half-an-hour north at a hospital where roz_mcclure was born a few days later --seriously, that is a true story. But people from the Bay Area say they're from San Francisco, as every citizen of a surrounding metropolitan area says they're from "the city", but with us it might as well be true because our city is only 7x7 miles. Tiiiny, compact, with crooked streets and foggy skies. San Francisco has kinda ruined me for every other city and surrounding area -- what do you mean you can't drive 20 minutes out of (insert city here) and end up in the middle of a national park?! It has such a crazy history, named after a saint and a (subsidised) pirate, populated and made popular by profiteers and prostitutes, and currently governed by the People's Sexiest Mayor Alive (tm me). Guys, on the 2008 Electoral Ballot, there was Measure R: An ordinance changing the name of the city-owned Oceanside Water Pollution Control Plant to the George W. Bush Sewage Plant. It didn't pass, but the fact that it got that far? Only in San Francisco. True fact, Bill O'Reilly once said this: And if Al Qaeda comes in here and blows you up, we're not going to do anything about it. We're going to say, look, every other place in America is off limits to you, except San Francisco. You want to blow up the Coit Tower? Go ahead. Which is why, some day, I will punch Bill O'Reilly in the face.
To end on a happier note, the best commercial in the world takes place in my city (which will always be my city).
Also, we invented blue jeans. Suck it.
4. New York
Lady standing in line for bus: Excuse me? Can we board the bus now? It's so dirty here...
Three New Yorkers at once: Fuck you, lady!
Guy passerby: I love New York.
-- Overheard In New York
I live here because it's one of two cities in the US I could have moved to in order to pursue my career, and as someone from Northern California there is no way in hell that four years ago I was going to move to Los Angeles unless I was getting paid a lot of money. (That still stands.) I also, like most Americans, have been seduced by images of the Big Apple my whole life. It was always a mysterious city for me, one that I idolized and idealized and fantasized to some day live in, the city that never sleeps because I certainly don't. I moved here in August of 2004 having only visited it once, on a weekend a few months before. In some ways it's perfect for me, in other ways it drives me insane and depresses me. I won't be able to live here forever, but I know whenever I leave I will miss it horribly. Or, at least, the ability to get a slice of pizza at 4:30 in the morning.
5. Concerts
If you love rock 'n' roll, all of it, from, I don't know, Elvis right through James Brown and up to the White Stripes, then you'd have wanted to quit your job and come live inside our amps until your ears fell off. Those shows were my reason for living, and I now know that this is not a figure of speech.
-- Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
Music is definitely the most beautiful and perfect thing in the universe, so I try to put myself in situations where people are creating it in front of me as often as possible. Something about that quote of JJ's: come live inside our amps until your ears fell off still catches at me. Sometimes when I am at a concert I literally feel like I want me to disappear and be replaced by the music. Or rather, that there is still a barrier between me and the music even though it is being blasted all around me at decibels high enough to damage my hearing. I get worried sometimes that my love for music is becoming less and less a metaphorical addiction and more of, well, an actual one. I find most music of today horribly boring; I once told my friends that I only am interested in listening to music that makes me go, "Holy shit," when I hear it. (And hopefully not just the first time I hear the song.)
This is becoming more about music and less about concerts, but I think you get the picture.
Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
sarkastic gave me:
1. Radiohead
I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world. They're just sitting there. I can hit them with a two by four.
-- Thom Yorke
I have a list on some TXT document, called "reasons I will never stop loving radiohead". I add to it from time to time. All I know is that when I was younger, Dadmac would spend afternoons on the weekend in the shed, fixing his bikes and blasting Live 105.3. Said San Francisco radio station was the one which picked up on this little band's grungey hit in 1993 and started playing it. And playing it. And playing it. Until the entire country picked up on Creep. So I may have Live 105 to blame for America thinking Radiohead was a one-hit-wonder for a bit there, but I also have them to thank for indoctrinating me at a young age. But I really have Baz Luhrmann to thank for using Talk Show Host in his Romeo + Juliet, as my boyfriend Leonardo DiCaprio sat on the steps of a trailer in Mantua and smoked a cigarette. That was a few years later, and while I'd loved Creep I'd never heard anything like i'll be waiting/with a gun and a pack of sandwiches. That was the one that really got me --for some reason, probably because the movie broke my heart that first time and I probably cried through the credits, I never noticed Exit Music (For A Film) until I got OK Computer. I go through phases with them. Loving one album over another, listening to certain songs over and over. I STILL find new things, new sounds or quirks in their songs, after listening to one for the 1,000th time. In Rainbows was a revolution, though its effects on the music industry might not truly be felt for another few years. My appreciation of it will always be connected with my fall and winter living in London, and maybe I'll never love it as much as I did in that time. But god, I'll always remember that Dead Air Space post of Jonny's:
Hello everyone.
Well, the new album is finished, and it's coming out in 10 days;
We've called it In Rainbows.
Love from us all.
2. The Mighty Boosh
It's difficult to penetrate immediately. It's like [Captain Beefheart's] Trout Mask Replica,
where you go, "What the fuck?" and after a couple of plays you go,
"Actually, maybe there's something going on here."
-- Noel Fielding
It's hard to explain why I love them in all of their guises so much. I mean, not so hard (they make me laugh?) but exactly why I love them above so many other things is more complex. The best example is Michel Gondry's recent book You'll Like This Film Because You're In It. In the book, he writes of the filmmaking technique/lifestyle best exemplified in Be Kind Rewind. It's a collaborative process, community-based and -oriented project that makes me go, "Yes! THIS is what art is about." In the film, the citizens of Passaic, New Jersey are brought into the "Sweded" films that Mos Def and Jack Black (er, their characters) make, one by one, until they are all bringing to life their own ideas and hand crafting their props and set pieces and ultimately coming together to create a film about Fats Waller, Passiac, and themselves. Now bear with me. The Mighty Boosh is two opposites-attract crazy men who have brought their own absurd and anti-real dreams and jokes to life, starring their friends. Dave Brown, Nigel Coan, and Noel Fielding, were roommates at university -- and now Noel is Vince Noir, Dave is Bollo the Ape (and a handful of side characters) along with doing all the photography and much of the graphic design (for DVDs, tees, merch), and Nigel (and his wife) animate all of Noel's paintings (and a bunch of their own) into crazed dream sequences, backstories, and tales. Noel's little brother Mike is Naboo the Enigma. Mike's best friend since childhood, Pete, plays a shaman named Pete, the polar bear in Tundra, stage managed their live tour, and is probably/possibly Julian Barratt's manny. Noel's long-time girlfriend Dee (and badass musician/Robot In Disguise) pretty much plays all of the female characters (along with her fellow Robot). Dee's nephew plays a shaman named Kirk. Julian's musician mate Olly Ralfe shows up constantly. Noel and Julian write all the episodes, sing all the songs, Dave Brown choreographs the dance sequences, their director goes out DJing with them, Noel and the costume lady Anne often stay up all night designing and creating costumes, and Julian certainly stays up all night writing and composing all the music (including background score).
Do you see what I mean? Collaborative art. It's like one big family. And honestly, that may be what I love about them most.
3. San Francisco
I never saw so many well-dressed, well-fed, business-looking Bohemians in my life.
-- Oscar Wilde
I have never lived in San Francisco. Unlike most of my friends, I wasn't born in San Francisco either. I was born a half-an-hour north at a hospital where roz_mcclure was born a few days later --seriously, that is a true story. But people from the Bay Area say they're from San Francisco, as every citizen of a surrounding metropolitan area says they're from "the city", but with us it might as well be true because our city is only 7x7 miles. Tiiiny, compact, with crooked streets and foggy skies. San Francisco has kinda ruined me for every other city and surrounding area -- what do you mean you can't drive 20 minutes out of (insert city here) and end up in the middle of a national park?! It has such a crazy history, named after a saint and a (subsidised) pirate, populated and made popular by profiteers and prostitutes, and currently governed by the People's Sexiest Mayor Alive (tm me). Guys, on the 2008 Electoral Ballot, there was Measure R: An ordinance changing the name of the city-owned Oceanside Water Pollution Control Plant to the George W. Bush Sewage Plant. It didn't pass, but the fact that it got that far? Only in San Francisco. True fact, Bill O'Reilly once said this: And if Al Qaeda comes in here and blows you up, we're not going to do anything about it. We're going to say, look, every other place in America is off limits to you, except San Francisco. You want to blow up the Coit Tower? Go ahead. Which is why, some day, I will punch Bill O'Reilly in the face.
To end on a happier note, the best commercial in the world takes place in my city (which will always be my city).
Also, we invented blue jeans. Suck it.
4. New York
Lady standing in line for bus: Excuse me? Can we board the bus now? It's so dirty here...
Three New Yorkers at once: Fuck you, lady!
Guy passerby: I love New York.
-- Overheard In New York
I live here because it's one of two cities in the US I could have moved to in order to pursue my career, and as someone from Northern California there is no way in hell that four years ago I was going to move to Los Angeles unless I was getting paid a lot of money. (That still stands.) I also, like most Americans, have been seduced by images of the Big Apple my whole life. It was always a mysterious city for me, one that I idolized and idealized and fantasized to some day live in, the city that never sleeps because I certainly don't. I moved here in August of 2004 having only visited it once, on a weekend a few months before. In some ways it's perfect for me, in other ways it drives me insane and depresses me. I won't be able to live here forever, but I know whenever I leave I will miss it horribly. Or, at least, the ability to get a slice of pizza at 4:30 in the morning.
5. Concerts
If you love rock 'n' roll, all of it, from, I don't know, Elvis right through James Brown and up to the White Stripes, then you'd have wanted to quit your job and come live inside our amps until your ears fell off. Those shows were my reason for living, and I now know that this is not a figure of speech.
-- Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
Music is definitely the most beautiful and perfect thing in the universe, so I try to put myself in situations where people are creating it in front of me as often as possible. Something about that quote of JJ's: come live inside our amps until your ears fell off still catches at me. Sometimes when I am at a concert I literally feel like I want me to disappear and be replaced by the music. Or rather, that there is still a barrier between me and the music even though it is being blasted all around me at decibels high enough to damage my hearing. I get worried sometimes that my love for music is becoming less and less a metaphorical addiction and more of, well, an actual one. I find most music of today horribly boring; I once told my friends that I only am interested in listening to music that makes me go, "Holy shit," when I hear it. (And hopefully not just the first time I hear the song.)
This is becoming more about music and less about concerts, but I think you get the picture.