Get out my life, why don't you babe?
Also, this is quite possibly the greatest thing I've ever seen: http://youtube.com/watch?v=71cGLyOKhSc&search=Vanilla%20Fudge
Vanilla Fudge's explosive cover of The Supremes' "You Keep Me Hanging On." It was on youtube, then they took it down, now it's back up and I don't know for how long. Either way, this song has been stuck in my head since I first saw this like 2 months ago and it never fails to completely slay me. This performance in particular is just fucking devastatingly awesome. If I put it on, I know that I will watch it like 3 more times.
There's only one other video that has that effect on me and it's this one: http://youtube.com/watch?v=cdxTIT_L0DM&search=the%20damned
And that's The Damned doing "Smash It Up" on The Old Grey Whistle Test. This video took up space in my head for almost the entirety of the last semester. No lie, it was on perpetual loop in my head for at least a month. I'd sing it aloud everywhere and when I wasn't doing that, I was humming it or just hearing it play in my head.
So that's the two things that, more than anything else, have been destroying me for the past six months or so. I can't even justify it beyond that they're both so soulful that I don't know what to do what they're playing. When "You Keep Me Hanging On" hits that slow, almost sludgy chorus and those harmonized vocals are working with it and everyone looks like they're in pain, I don't know what to do. At the end of the bridge in "Smash It Up" when the singer just gives up trying to form any words and just yells and falls away from the camera, I flip out. Check 'em out, seriously.
I saw a movie called Brick the other night. It's opening in the two cities that matter today and I think it'll be in limited release in Boston and other somewhat habitable areas of the country on April 7th. I highly recommend you see it. I haven't been so thoroughly ensnared by a new movie in a while. I mean, Dave Chappelle's Block Party was fabulous, but this is something else. I've been obsessing.
I shot part of a movie tonight and ended up walking home at 2 in the morning. I'm rocking a short black jacket, got my hands in my pockets and a bag on my back. Just as I'm approaching the mouth of the North End, I see a guy leaving it. Short black jacket, hands in his pockets, and a bag on his back. I gave him this look of empathy, like I kind of understand what situation he was in, somehow and he avoided my gaze, which kinda bummed me out. I really wanted him to pick up on and appreciate this entropic event that we were both involved in.
I've been really fixated on the idea of making a sci-fi film like Alphaville. One that completely doesn't give a shit that you can tell it's being shot in modern day whereever and that wears that fact proudly on its sleeve, but still somehow manages to invoke in you that feeling of otherworldliness that sci-fi movies are supposed to. I don't know what I want the premise to be, but I know that I want to scratch strange lines emanating from people's mouths onto the film and that I want the soundtrack to partially be a guy very quietly singing the Beach Boys' "God Only Knows" to himself with loud echoey footsteps and cloth rustling in the background, non-diegetic.
Vanilla Fudge's explosive cover of The Supremes' "You Keep Me Hanging On." It was on youtube, then they took it down, now it's back up and I don't know for how long. Either way, this song has been stuck in my head since I first saw this like 2 months ago and it never fails to completely slay me. This performance in particular is just fucking devastatingly awesome. If I put it on, I know that I will watch it like 3 more times.
There's only one other video that has that effect on me and it's this one: http://youtube.com/watch?v=cdxTIT_L0DM&search=the%20damned
And that's The Damned doing "Smash It Up" on The Old Grey Whistle Test. This video took up space in my head for almost the entirety of the last semester. No lie, it was on perpetual loop in my head for at least a month. I'd sing it aloud everywhere and when I wasn't doing that, I was humming it or just hearing it play in my head.
So that's the two things that, more than anything else, have been destroying me for the past six months or so. I can't even justify it beyond that they're both so soulful that I don't know what to do what they're playing. When "You Keep Me Hanging On" hits that slow, almost sludgy chorus and those harmonized vocals are working with it and everyone looks like they're in pain, I don't know what to do. At the end of the bridge in "Smash It Up" when the singer just gives up trying to form any words and just yells and falls away from the camera, I flip out. Check 'em out, seriously.
I saw a movie called Brick the other night. It's opening in the two cities that matter today and I think it'll be in limited release in Boston and other somewhat habitable areas of the country on April 7th. I highly recommend you see it. I haven't been so thoroughly ensnared by a new movie in a while. I mean, Dave Chappelle's Block Party was fabulous, but this is something else. I've been obsessing.
I shot part of a movie tonight and ended up walking home at 2 in the morning. I'm rocking a short black jacket, got my hands in my pockets and a bag on my back. Just as I'm approaching the mouth of the North End, I see a guy leaving it. Short black jacket, hands in his pockets, and a bag on his back. I gave him this look of empathy, like I kind of understand what situation he was in, somehow and he avoided my gaze, which kinda bummed me out. I really wanted him to pick up on and appreciate this entropic event that we were both involved in.
I've been really fixated on the idea of making a sci-fi film like Alphaville. One that completely doesn't give a shit that you can tell it's being shot in modern day whereever and that wears that fact proudly on its sleeve, but still somehow manages to invoke in you that feeling of otherworldliness that sci-fi movies are supposed to. I don't know what I want the premise to be, but I know that I want to scratch strange lines emanating from people's mouths onto the film and that I want the soundtrack to partially be a guy very quietly singing the Beach Boys' "God Only Knows" to himself with loud echoey footsteps and cloth rustling in the background, non-diegetic.