Here’s a new great one from We Don’t Ride Llamas (WDRL)
“2-Inch Grave”
https://youtu.be/VrgEFLfSCJU?si=LlsMtURC00Dbqd9m
( Screenshots taken from their Instagram account )
Spider in space
Spaceman is a beautiful film. That’s really all I wanted to say at the moment.
Update: i think probably it was especially beautiful and pointed to me in the context of my own mostly self-imposed (brain-imposed?) solitude..loneliness. Also have a thing about spiders, a fear/love relationship. And then there’s the existential space dust angle, which, I mean, just count me in already. The negative reviews bum me out, I think it’s full of originality while replaying/remixing humanity’s big questions. I also think it’s interesting that they avoid explicit mention of “God”, maybe that was refreshing in the context of a space movie?
The way in which the corporate/govt talking heads are portrayed is also interesting, I think they are untrustworthy, or at least simply committed to the company/mission over the true wellbeing of Lenka and Jakub, and maybe can be seen as somewhat neutral. I’m not sure Lenka ever really got the support she was seeking or perhaps needed, I got the sense she gave Jakub more benefit of the doubt than she ought’ve (more than what was a healthy level, for her sake). I do think the corporate/govt big wig manipulated her emotionally, as if Jakub’s refusal to self-reflect or heal was Lenka’s responsibility.
I think the way they used the Rusalka imagery was a little confusing, just in its relation to the overall plot, but happy to learn about the term. Maybe the book pushes this idea & imagery a little more, tho upon thinking about everything it makes more and more sense. It seems as though he’s been avoiding fully “giving in” which is what a mutual loving relationship requires. In a “death to self” kind of way.
Lenka means light, and this reminds me of this essay, which is not at all connected and also maybe quite connected, either way: https://imagejournal.org/article/a-spider-an-arab-and-a-muslim-walk-into-a-cave/
There’s an Ent-like quality to Hanus that really ties the room together. Paul Dano made him a living being.
Ray Deo Hed
Sonic things:
Benjamin Earl Turner’s “HEADSPACE/BENT” samples Radiohead’s Glass Eyes right there before the Kendrick feeling part comes in, which to me is perfect because Kendrick’s use of piano in his work many times seems to recall piano elements from Radiohead
Radiohead’s Spinning Plates uses the same sort of “spinning” sound found within/directly samples The Pop Group’s There Are No Spectators - which to me makes sense, considering the theme and lyrics of both songs. Similar “whirring” sound shows up in Instant Club Hit & Planet X by The Dead Milkmen
Thom Yorke uses the same kind of synthy birdsong sound/samples Can’s Vitamin C in Dawn Chorus
The melody on Yorke’s Interference is real similar to Board of Canada’s Hi Scores
Packt Like Sardines In a Crushd Tin Box has a leading drum loop that sounds a little like Tha from Aphex Twin
I'm pretty sure there's a sample of Laurie Anderson's Langue d'Amour somewhere in Radiohead's discography, but can't remember where. Might probably also be just them using the same electronic effect
3AM journal entry
“Maybe you should read the room” from the band The Smile has been bouncing in my head. Maybe once I was better at reading the room, and matching an appropriate response. Or maybe it’s always just depended on what’s needed to be read, some things are more clear or apparent. I don’t want 32, but I also didn’t want 31. Day ten of no alcohol or pipe smoking (I am grandpa) has done nothing to help with this feeling. Only thing it’s given me is more feelings, and not in a good way. I think I sleep much better when I drink, I don’t just lay there, like I am now. I don’t wake up tired. I want to quit my job. I used to want to have my own radio show, back when I listened to particularly-not-good music. Dead air would just have to be part of the show. I don’t want to be a dumber John Cusack from High Fidelity, but I think I kind of am that. I want to love my chin and my hands and my nose and my forehead and my feet, but they all seem to have individual, conflicting agendas. I want to be able to catch a bus or train or metro to run errands. I’ve had a roller coaster of a time just trying to convince the powers that be to not cover the windows of the new buses we’re getting in town. Can you imagine? You order new buses only to cover the windows? The apathy and thoughtlessness is without a doubt doing me in. Mediocre white men strike again. I can’t keep this up. I think there’s unfortunately still a wide and powerful gap between left-leaning talking heads and activists and those who work in more blue collar and/or non-salaried positions. Organizing is tough at that level, because who has the damn time? And if those same people are close to retirement, even if they’ve put up with no guaranteed access to bathrooms (!) for nearly 20 years, why would they risk fighting for the new blood now? “It’s just how it works” is the apathy cry that’s slowly killing everyone in these environments. I heard another thirty-something died of pneumonia recently. If things go that way, I think I’d like to copy my grandma and go with “Blackbird” by The Beatles at my service thing. I would like to spend my days making art and sometimes good, sometimes bad music. I want a lover for a birthday or a holiday. I want to be able to say I never listened to Toby Keith. And I’d like to own my own small home, host gatherings and album listening parties. I just want to be hospitable and bring people together, I think. I don’t understand how Trump has been allowed to even make it this far in the election situation. My dark secret is I didn’t vote in 2016, I was too “third way Christian” for that. I will always regret this.