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Aug 06, 2005 03:16

This was going to be a comment on Caitlin's blog, because she was listening to Bjork and saying how she is a god. But I decided I might as well update my own poopblog.

Caitlin, I totally know about the Bjo[umlaut]rk thing. Mainly in how she is a god. Have you seen the video for Pagan Poetry? You need to watch all her music videos and bask in how beautiful and different they all are. In Pagan Poetry, it's gross, she's piercing herself over and over, but in an artsy pained way.

The best parts:

(a) when she says "He makes me want to hurt myself", but as she sings it, she is looking up towards the sky, with the biggest look of glee on her face. It is really intense because it always makes me think of moments where I love someone so much that I want to hurt myself. Like, maybe I would if they asked me, or if it would aid me in loving them more. Actually I don't know if I have felt this, but Bjork really just puts it all together in a way that makes perfect sense, regardless of how convoluted the idea is.

(b) When she goes "I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him [stops mouthing the words, only chorus sings:] I love him" It's so heartbreaking, because I definitely know what that's about, just repeating those words because they can be really powerful in a private way depending on if you really really mean it. Also when she stops but the words keep going, it's like she is questioning her words or is exhausting from repetition or something more deep.

(c) The part, I think it's right after that, where there's a break in the lyrics, and it's just her there, vulnerable in front of the camera, and she gets this beautiful look on her face, the MOST sincere negative emotion I think I've ever seen in the history of music videos, the moment right as she begins to cry. It's much like the moment right before it rains, only localized on Bjork's face. It's magnificent, in my weird Amelie mind. She is so raw at that moment, ugh. I want to put my arms around her but I think I would definitely spoil it.

OK! Since you asked, I will detail a few other favorite bjork moments.

The Venus as a Boy video. In which it should actually be "Bjork as Amelie" because she really could pass for her in every way, barring her icelandic look, which is not quite montmarte-ish. But the kitchen, the egg, the light dancing, the cuteness, it's all really there.

The harp in "Unison". Fierce, as Bob would say, although I never thought harp could be fierce. It makes me cock my head to and fro in a dance-like fashion when I hear it.

Oooh also the interesting tinkerbellish child-piano chimey sounds in "Frosti". Good job on that, also the walking through the snow sounds which are so perfect and instantly recognizable in the next song which I forget the name of.

The music video for "Big Time Sensuality". She is dancing on a truck bed, in black and white, through the canyon-esque streets of Manhattan. I like when she comes close to the camera and then backs up and dancing to the point of blurriness, like she escapes shutterspeeds or something. And her pure joy is rivalled only by babies, when you play hide and seek with them by putting your hands in front of your eyes. Actually she equals that. She is a baby, and subsequently, a perfect philosopher. Sorry, it's late.

The live vesion of "Human Emotion" (that's what it's called right?) where she jams on a harpsichord. Again, FIERCE on a normally unfierce instrument! It's funky and very slightly psychadelic, I feel.

Oh I very recently love "Oceania", with the delighted squeals of the chorus/fates/sirens of sorts behind her in the song. I also love the music video, how she's all under the sea and shit and covered in jewels, head to fin. She is beautiful in the oddest costumes!

Also the Spike Jonze (and Field School Alum)-directed "It's Oh So Quiet" video. I mean there's the obvious stuff, but the best part is during on of the nice and quiet parts, she comes really up close to the camera, and there's like a wind machine blowing her hair a bit, and she brings her hands to her face, almost like she's sleeping, but in a really bjork-blissful way, and then moves them again. it makes me squeal, she is a kitten that is cute no matter what, like when she's all oblivious of how in love everyone is with her.

Well I guess all this talk about bjork has eaten up my night and there's no more space for stuff about me, but who cares about me anyway. Snaps if you read til here, I commend you. I'll do a ranty long blog soonish.

liam is not sure what a tag is.

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