standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
• Currently watching ROTK on TNT. It's been forever since I pulled out the dvds (EEs, definitely) and did a proper marathon. That needs to be done sometime before The Hobbit comes out. *nods*
Does anyone else think that, as Bilbo, Martin looks like the inexplicable love child of Dom and Billy (or rather Merry and Pippin)? I think it's the wig. And his facial features. And the gold waistcoat.
• PBS is hosting a screening of "A Scandal In Belgravia" in NYC in the beginning of May with both Benedict as well as Steven Moffat. I tried but, of course, didn't win tickets. It's kind of painful to know Ben will be so closeby. Not that I'm obsessed or anything.
Also, more local cinema venues are listing Frankenstein in their June events, so I think there's a good chance I'll get to see it. Yay! I just wish I could see Benedict as both Dr. Frankenstein and the Creature.
• After the first Philly show sold out so quickly, Sigur Ros added a second... to which I scored tickets! \m/ That week in July is going to be mad: Rufus Wainwright on Wednesday, a community theater production of Tommy on Saturday, and Sigur Ros on Sunday. All my concerts/events seem to be converging instead of spacing themselves apart nicely. Ah well!
• Really loved "The Girl With The Dungeons And Dragons Tattoo," despite missing the first minute because I'd fallen asleep.
Felicia Day! Charlie was awesome. I hope we see her again.
Also, was that an homage to Sherlock with the text flashing on the screen while she hacked into Frank's hard drive and went through his folder on Dick, or what? :D
• Love this photo of Jared that Misha tweeted. He finally found a bottle his size!
• This past Tuesday, I saw the Punch Brothers in Philly.
Jesca Hoop opened. I loved her first album, Kismet, but haven't kept up with her since then, only listening to her last album Hunting My Dress once. Live, her voice is just as powerful and elastic as on record. But I think she does her songs a disservice performing them solo, accompanied only by her electric guitar. But she wasn't disappointing at all.
In contrast, the audience during her set was exceptionally rude, only paying attention to her between songs when she told quirky stories. The more she sang, the louder the talking became. (I sent off a few death glares, which predictably had no effect.) I felt horrible for her. The obnoxious talkers finally shut up when Chris Thile came on stage to perform the last song of her set with her. Their harmonies were exquisite.
The Punch Brothers were a trip. I love that they play close together, each band member completely connected to the others. There was lots of adorable banter amongst themselves and the audience. I recall one quip about the "separation of church and stage," though not the exact context. Chris also introduced "Clara" by name-checking Clara Schumann and Clara Bow in the same breath. Music, film, and history geeks unite!
The only down note of the show was how tired I was, as my feet have been in a lot of pain for the past week or so, and all that standing didn't help. And desertgoddess was sick, so it sucked even more for her. :(
Besides their own pieces, like "Who's Feeling Young Now," "Missy," "Rye Whiskey," "This Girl," "Patchwork Girlfriend," "New York City," "Hundred Dollars," and "Don't Get Married Without Me," they played cheeky covers of Beck's "Sexx Laws" and the Cars' "Just What I Needed." They also covered Earl Scruggs and ended the encore with an unplugged, audience-involving and Jesca Hoop-including version of "The Weight" in honor of Levon Helm.
Many of their songs spun off into show-offy jams that spotlighted each artist, much like a jazz concert (fitting, as the Punch Brothers do straddle that line between jazz and bluegrass). Sometimes it was captivating, other times it ventured into an experimental territory that I just wasn't in the mood for that night. But there's no denying that those boys have chops. And stage presence. Also no denying that Chris Thile is one gorgeous (and hilarious) bastard.
• Otherwise, this past week has been mostly shitty. Fucked up a bunch of things at work. Came home one day to find one of my handmade books (the one I was most proud of - oh, hello, deadly sin, I see what you did there) accidentally wrecked by my well-meaning mother, and... you know, pervasive loneliness and melancholy and all that fun stuff that I shouldn't bother anyone with.
Enough of that. I hope you all had a great week and, if possible, are having a better weekend. <3
Does anyone else think that, as Bilbo, Martin looks like the inexplicable love child of Dom and Billy (or rather Merry and Pippin)? I think it's the wig. And his facial features. And the gold waistcoat.
• PBS is hosting a screening of "A Scandal In Belgravia" in NYC in the beginning of May with both Benedict as well as Steven Moffat. I tried but, of course, didn't win tickets. It's kind of painful to know Ben will be so closeby. Not that I'm obsessed or anything.
Also, more local cinema venues are listing Frankenstein in their June events, so I think there's a good chance I'll get to see it. Yay! I just wish I could see Benedict as both Dr. Frankenstein and the Creature.
• After the first Philly show sold out so quickly, Sigur Ros added a second... to which I scored tickets! \m/ That week in July is going to be mad: Rufus Wainwright on Wednesday, a community theater production of Tommy on Saturday, and Sigur Ros on Sunday. All my concerts/events seem to be converging instead of spacing themselves apart nicely. Ah well!
• Really loved "The Girl With The Dungeons And Dragons Tattoo," despite missing the first minute because I'd fallen asleep.
Felicia Day! Charlie was awesome. I hope we see her again.
Also, was that an homage to Sherlock with the text flashing on the screen while she hacked into Frank's hard drive and went through his folder on Dick, or what? :D
• Love this photo of Jared that Misha tweeted. He finally found a bottle his size!
• This past Tuesday, I saw the Punch Brothers in Philly.
Jesca Hoop opened. I loved her first album, Kismet, but haven't kept up with her since then, only listening to her last album Hunting My Dress once. Live, her voice is just as powerful and elastic as on record. But I think she does her songs a disservice performing them solo, accompanied only by her electric guitar. But she wasn't disappointing at all.
In contrast, the audience during her set was exceptionally rude, only paying attention to her between songs when she told quirky stories. The more she sang, the louder the talking became. (I sent off a few death glares, which predictably had no effect.) I felt horrible for her. The obnoxious talkers finally shut up when Chris Thile came on stage to perform the last song of her set with her. Their harmonies were exquisite.
The Punch Brothers were a trip. I love that they play close together, each band member completely connected to the others. There was lots of adorable banter amongst themselves and the audience. I recall one quip about the "separation of church and stage," though not the exact context. Chris also introduced "Clara" by name-checking Clara Schumann and Clara Bow in the same breath. Music, film, and history geeks unite!
The only down note of the show was how tired I was, as my feet have been in a lot of pain for the past week or so, and all that standing didn't help. And desertgoddess was sick, so it sucked even more for her. :(
Besides their own pieces, like "Who's Feeling Young Now," "Missy," "Rye Whiskey," "This Girl," "Patchwork Girlfriend," "New York City," "Hundred Dollars," and "Don't Get Married Without Me," they played cheeky covers of Beck's "Sexx Laws" and the Cars' "Just What I Needed." They also covered Earl Scruggs and ended the encore with an unplugged, audience-involving and Jesca Hoop-including version of "The Weight" in honor of Levon Helm.
Many of their songs spun off into show-offy jams that spotlighted each artist, much like a jazz concert (fitting, as the Punch Brothers do straddle that line between jazz and bluegrass). Sometimes it was captivating, other times it ventured into an experimental territory that I just wasn't in the mood for that night. But there's no denying that those boys have chops. And stage presence. Also no denying that Chris Thile is one gorgeous (and hilarious) bastard.
Click to view• Otherwise, this past week has been mostly shitty. Fucked up a bunch of things at work. Came home one day to find one of my handmade books (the one I was most proud of - oh, hello, deadly sin, I see what you did there) accidentally wrecked by my well-meaning mother, and... you know, pervasive loneliness and melancholy and all that fun stuff that I shouldn't bother anyone with.
Enough of that. I hope you all had a great week and, if possible, are having a better weekend. <3