Tumbling Dice
I don't expect that I'll keep putting too much up on this thing. I don't blog often enough to justify more than having a tumblr.
Here's some things I've been up to:
- Saw Radiohead and got totally soaked. It was a good show, but a brutal ordeal getting home.
- Great friends came to visit from Chicago and Japan. Excellent times.
- Finally saw Westworld. The dude in it does look kinda like me.
- Saw the new Woody Allen movie. It's great! Super simple with a classic structure and a warm but very up-front sense of irony about how troped its characters and situations were. It's like the movie itself was amused about how well its tricks work. Carried off with an almost musical sense of timing and great acting. Good Woody Allen is one of the few great art forms by and about affluent white people. Yes, "Woody Allen" is a art form in itself. It's a minor but important genre.
- I feel like a fool for not going to Prospect Point last night after seeing pictures of how much fun everybody had. Oh well. I'll see Basketball tomorrow. Coming to Victory Square?
- Went to the Stanley Park Singing Exhibition tonight and saw Andrew Bird, Destroyer, and Neko Case (missed Deerhoof, unfortunately). Destroyer played a wicked set, super solid and not too drunk, with a great setlist, and Neko (who I've never taken an active interest in) kind of bowled me over. Her voice is OBSCENELY emotive. Like, indecently. She also had some pretty earthy stage banter, like (as it was getting really unseasonably cold):
"Tonight, everyone's nickname is 'Nipples'."
and then she got into a long, meandering discussion with one of her backup singers about how much the backup girl is into Wayne Osmond. He dug being an Osmond more than all the other Osmonds, apparently.
"I'll never get a date again," the lady lamented. "Except maybe at an Osmonds convention." Then, after a moments pause, she said,
"My niche is narrow....but warm, and velvety." I'm not sure if she intended the double-entendre or not.
- Heads up! This wednesday they're showing Metropolis at the Cinematheque, and next monday, they're showing Hiroshi Teshigahara's AMAZING Antoni Gaudi documentary, which has no narration (or dialogue at all aside from a few scenes with architects that are restoring or finishing Gaudi buildings), but it has a mind-boggling soundtrack by famed Japanese composer Toru Takemitsu that's pretty much worth the price of admission by itself.
- I'm going to the Battles on tuesday. You?
- SWARM is this weekend.
- Most of the music in my life is just a brief distraction from my ongoing love affair with Caetano Veloso and Funkadelic.
Here's some things I've been up to:
- Saw Radiohead and got totally soaked. It was a good show, but a brutal ordeal getting home.
- Great friends came to visit from Chicago and Japan. Excellent times.
- Finally saw Westworld. The dude in it does look kinda like me.
- Saw the new Woody Allen movie. It's great! Super simple with a classic structure and a warm but very up-front sense of irony about how troped its characters and situations were. It's like the movie itself was amused about how well its tricks work. Carried off with an almost musical sense of timing and great acting. Good Woody Allen is one of the few great art forms by and about affluent white people. Yes, "Woody Allen" is a art form in itself. It's a minor but important genre.
- I feel like a fool for not going to Prospect Point last night after seeing pictures of how much fun everybody had. Oh well. I'll see Basketball tomorrow. Coming to Victory Square?
- Went to the Stanley Park Singing Exhibition tonight and saw Andrew Bird, Destroyer, and Neko Case (missed Deerhoof, unfortunately). Destroyer played a wicked set, super solid and not too drunk, with a great setlist, and Neko (who I've never taken an active interest in) kind of bowled me over. Her voice is OBSCENELY emotive. Like, indecently. She also had some pretty earthy stage banter, like (as it was getting really unseasonably cold):
"Tonight, everyone's nickname is 'Nipples'."
and then she got into a long, meandering discussion with one of her backup singers about how much the backup girl is into Wayne Osmond. He dug being an Osmond more than all the other Osmonds, apparently.
"I'll never get a date again," the lady lamented. "Except maybe at an Osmonds convention." Then, after a moments pause, she said,
"My niche is narrow....but warm, and velvety." I'm not sure if she intended the double-entendre or not.
- Heads up! This wednesday they're showing Metropolis at the Cinematheque, and next monday, they're showing Hiroshi Teshigahara's AMAZING Antoni Gaudi documentary, which has no narration (or dialogue at all aside from a few scenes with architects that are restoring or finishing Gaudi buildings), but it has a mind-boggling soundtrack by famed Japanese composer Toru Takemitsu that's pretty much worth the price of admission by itself.
- I'm going to the Battles on tuesday. You?
- SWARM is this weekend.
- Most of the music in my life is just a brief distraction from my ongoing love affair with Caetano Veloso and Funkadelic.