This is why I love the WOW Report:
Frankly, this movie, I'm Not There: Suppositions on a Film Concerning Bob Dylan, seems like another of [Todd Haynes'] pretentious and boring, overrated conceits that will stink up the screen but wow critics because critics always appreciate the sleep Haynes' films afford them in the midst of their hectic screening schedules. They can rant positively about his films because they've had delightful naps and may have actually dreamed another movie entirely.
I couldn't have said it better myself. Actually I have, but it's nice to be validated by others.
And that whole sleeping during screenings thing? Totally happened to me when I had to write up Velvet Goldmine. Prettiness and Ewanness aside, I still hated it!
R.I.P. Brigitte Mira. I can't read German either, but I can't find an obit for her in English yet.
Apparently there's one on Variety, which I can't read without a subscription and besides, it's for someone named "Brigitta Mira." Way to go Einstein!
Wait, here's one in English. That just might become my new favorite site.
Anyway, she was an awesome lady. I hope someone puts out Like a Bird on a Wire someday.
You can take Mario Vasquezberlake out of "Idol," you can dump Christina Applegate from "Sweet Charity," but oh no, you mustn't do this.
SACRAMENTO, CA -- Sacramento Kings center Brad Miller suffered a non-displaced fracture of his left fibula Saturday. The fracture was confirmed by x-rays taken at the UC Davis Medical Center. The injury took place while Miller was going through light shooting drills during practice. It is expected to take approximately four to six weeks for the bone to heal. (kings.com)
In Big B parlance, "My heart is broke."
:'(
"Your voice is truly your instrument, and it is an entire orchestra." I think that's what Paula said tonight? That's crazy.
We're drinking the Bailey's we liberated from my parents' liquor cabinet. At least I'm drinking it. It was in a special "1997 edition" container and the label says it would be best enjoyed by December 1998. So I guess that makes it finely aged. It tastes a little like bubblegum. That's slightly odd. I just started sneezing and my ears are ringing a bit. Oh well, at least I don't have to work tomorrow.
I was supposed to work seven straight days to cover for someone who just quit, but I got lucky and got the day off tomorrow. Go Team Me. Now I have to work on Friday, but dude whatever. Better four days on/ one day off/ three days on/ one day off than seven days on/ two days off, right? I think that's reasonable.
So today, I got to spend my first full-time weekday at work. Did I tell you I got promoted to full-time? No? Well I did. After less than two months, I think that's making pretty good time.
I got Chris to drop me off at the express bus stop and everything, although I ended up taking the local because it was almost empty. I felt responsible. I got on this bus and this crazy cranked-out guy got on and started having this conversation with his "lady" about wearing corduroys. It was outstanding. Even with my headphones on, I could still make it out. I need to write it down before I forget. He asked everyone if he could borrow their phone "just for a second" and then when he finally proceeded to sucker this guy into lending him his phone, he made about 17 calls on it. Tremendous.
My throat feels a little itchy. Is that supposed to happen?
So you know I broke down and got the domestic version of the new Doves album because I'm still waiting for my limited edition linen slipcased CD/DVD package to arrive from the U.K. and I simply could not wait for the music anymore, man.
I got to listen to it about twice and plus some and it's really really wonderfully good. At first it reminded me a little bit too much of American Music Club's Mercury which is hardly a quality complaint, certainly, because I love that album to death, but it was just feeling too familiar in an un-Dovesian way. But then I got over it. It's great. It's DEECE. And Jimi, you know, Jimi's still hot. Yes, I've seen what his hair looks like now. I know. I know. There's trust there, you've got to understand me.
Here's my track-by-track what I remember of it without going back and listening to it to doublecheck things.
1) "Some Cities" - ooh. The first two lines are like "I think I've seen you before/ I think we should settle a score" or something, and how can you not love being greeted with that to start an album.
2) "Black and White Town" - the single, I quite honestly can't get enough of it. Very unlike the rest of the album in its jollity bumpfulness but a good introduction to its eerie Morricone elements with all that hot processing, which I took to be throwing the piano line from "Just Got Lucky" by JoBoxers down an echo chamber. And J.G., you know, he's still very foxy.
3) "Almost Forgot Myself" - lovely. Oh my. It's simply Sheila Divine, and I mean that literally. You will be amazed.
4) "Snowden" - the chimes are BACK. Very lovely, with the Morricone-ness and some Goldfrappy theremin oooohs to punctuate it. Is this the next single? Can't complain. There's one of many "mans" in this one, where the first lyric is something like, "I said, man, can you help me out?" and I begin to suspect J.G. is familiar with using that word the same way I use "dude" only I think his version sounds much better.
5) "The Storm" - one of the Williams ones, like a George Harrison song on a Beatles album. Swirly. I guess it takes part of the Ryuichi Sakamoto score from Snake Eyes, right, and I'm curious to know if they even saw that awful piece of crap or perhaps if they share my curious affection for Gary Sinise. I'd enjoy sitting down with J.G. to discuss the complexities of A Midnight Clear if not the entire Keith Gordon oeuvre. We could have a nice side conversation about the works of John Heard. Anyway, there's this weird stop-start looping of the samples where the cut-offs become the percussion, basically, and I'm drinking expired Bailey's so I could be writing in Farsi right now for all I know.
6) "Walk in Fire" - this is where I can't make up my mind yet because it's the obvious centerpiece of the album, yet it's basically an American Music Club cover of "There Goes the Fear." The resemblances are uncanny. Check back with me in two years, this will probably be my all-time favorite song.
7) "One of These Days" - actually right now, this is practically my all-time favorite song.
8) "Someday Soon" - and this is practically second.
9) "Shadows of Salford" - another Williams song, see above.
10) "Sky Starts Falling" - cute cute cute! Probably cuter than it's intended to be. PEPPY. I think I need to read the lyrics and I'll change my mind.
11) "Ambition" - and we float on, or out, or ... ? There's a big helping of Eitzel in here, so I need to reserve judgment on this for a bit. Also the first time I heard it I was in Walgreens and I don't really remember it enough.
There it is.
And don't forget:
Still foxy.
Since I've got Looking for Mr. Goodbar on TV in the background (why do I always watch this when it's on? do I hate myself? I mean really), I was inspired to finally get a copy of Donna Summer's superhumanly fabulous cover of "Could It Be Magic" off of iTunes, right, and clicking on all the songs from A Love Trilogy (1976! Giorgio! THE MUNICH MACHINE!) I discovered that The Apple ripped off this album's "Wasted" practically note for note for the disgusting "Coming". Yes, that song. Ew. It is the same flipping song. I'd go as far as to say it's the same exact flipping song.
If you know The Apple like we know The Apple, it must be heard to be believed. Even this clip gives you everything you need to know. It's astounding. How did this slip by us until now? Does my husband not already own this album? Did he not listen to anything after "Try Me, I Know We Can Make It"? Somehow I find that tard to believe.
My brother already reminded me that The Apple's lynchpin weepie "Where Has Love Gone" totally rips off "Look at Me Now" by ELO (check it) but this is ridiculous. Are there any original songs on this soundtrack? If there are doppelgängers of "Bim" and "How to Be a Master" out there, my faith in THE POWER OF ROCK ... IN 1994 will be shattered. How can "Showbizness" not be a firsthand creation? Forget it, Vladek Sheybal's science is just too tight.
Oh no look out, it's disco William Atherton! Jesus, this movie.