pimping the family, and some TV talk
Mmmm, am tired today. First there was the teacher Christmas party in the medieval museum Friday (I probably ate enough fat and protein to last me a year), then Happy Feet yesterday with the weekend club and the Christmas gala after that.
Happy Feet wasn't very good, I'm sad to say. I like penguins, I like musicals and I like animation, but I also like plot, and that film didn't seem to know what its plot was. Some nice scene, but really poor storytelling.
The Christmas gala was awesome, though. Apart from Damn! there were Robert Jelinek, Anders & Måns, the Hipp Hipp guys (as various characters), Titiyo, Eagle-Eye Cherry, Timbuktu and Simone Moreno. (I may have forgotten someone, though I hope not.) I gotta say, it's a strange feeling to see all those fairly famous people do their thing and know that the anonymous, balding guy behind the keyboard is your brother and he's kicking all kinds of ass.
I know I'm boasting and that this is a terrible, no good thing to do, but I really think Damn! is a good band.
Btw, here's brother's MySpace page. I strongly urge you to go there and watch the vids for Got to Go and/or Spooky Nerd. Got to Go is the catchier song, but Spooky Nerd is the cooler vid - plus, you can see him more clearly. (He's the singing head from the left, viewer's perspective.) Music style is kind of funk/indie-ish.
From his page, you can get to the Damn! band page, and to Timbuktu (the singer, obviously, not the place) and other neat pages of mucisians and others.
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Am rewatching My So-Called life. I was at a conference the other week where writer Mårten Sandén spoke about how YA novels are often categorised into "problems", and teens themselves are also seen as primarily a collection of problems. He said that he didn't remember his teens years as being more problematic than any other time, but the defining factor was "an almost insufferable ability to feel." I think that describes MSCL very well; it really captures that skinlessness of the teenage years, and that's why I recognize myself in it even though my life was in many ways very different. (My parents were a lot like Angela's, though.)
It may, incidentally, also be why my eyes teared up on several occasions just during the pilot.
Happy Feet wasn't very good, I'm sad to say. I like penguins, I like musicals and I like animation, but I also like plot, and that film didn't seem to know what its plot was. Some nice scene, but really poor storytelling.
The Christmas gala was awesome, though. Apart from Damn! there were Robert Jelinek, Anders & Måns, the Hipp Hipp guys (as various characters), Titiyo, Eagle-Eye Cherry, Timbuktu and Simone Moreno. (I may have forgotten someone, though I hope not.) I gotta say, it's a strange feeling to see all those fairly famous people do their thing and know that the anonymous, balding guy behind the keyboard is your brother and he's kicking all kinds of ass.
I know I'm boasting and that this is a terrible, no good thing to do, but I really think Damn! is a good band.
Btw, here's brother's MySpace page. I strongly urge you to go there and watch the vids for Got to Go and/or Spooky Nerd. Got to Go is the catchier song, but Spooky Nerd is the cooler vid - plus, you can see him more clearly. (He's the singing head from the left, viewer's perspective.) Music style is kind of funk/indie-ish.
From his page, you can get to the Damn! band page, and to Timbuktu (the singer, obviously, not the place) and other neat pages of mucisians and others.
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Am rewatching My So-Called life. I was at a conference the other week where writer Mårten Sandén spoke about how YA novels are often categorised into "problems", and teens themselves are also seen as primarily a collection of problems. He said that he didn't remember his teens years as being more problematic than any other time, but the defining factor was "an almost insufferable ability to feel." I think that describes MSCL very well; it really captures that skinlessness of the teenage years, and that's why I recognize myself in it even though my life was in many ways very different. (My parents were a lot like Angela's, though.)
It may, incidentally, also be why my eyes teared up on several occasions just during the pilot.