"If con is the opposite of pro, then congress is the opposite of progress. Is this true, or did we blow your fuckin' mind?
-America: the Book
My friends and I have this sort-of game we play where, if we hear a funny, random phrase, we’ll say "That’s the name of our band", or "That’ll be the name of our first CD." (Yeah, it’s not exactly Dorothy Parker and the Algonquin round table, but it amuses us. Which, as I’m sure you can tell, is incredibly difficult.) Anyway, based on a couple of things I heard on tv the other night, I think I’ve come up with the ultimate band name:
Captain Salty and the Bodacious Ta-Ta’s.
Can’t you just see that on a t-shirt? We were kicking around ideas for what our first album would be called, but we didn’t really come up with anything suitable (Over-the-Shoulder-Boulder-Holder was put forth but deemed too ‘college radio’.). So I put it to you good people (all two of you). Wow me with your brilliant suggestions.
People need to watch more M. Night Shyamalan movies. ‘The Village’ was on cable the other night and I liked it even more the second time. I love movies where you discover more and more every time you see them, it feels a bit like decoding a cryptograph. Subtlety is a dying art in Hollywood and this enigmatic visionary has single-handedly revived the psychological thriller (Sheesh, which one do I sound like more? Ebert or Roper? Sometimes I fear my writing consists of hackneyed soundbites.). I always find that suspense and tension is more scintillating than the cookie-cutter, in-your-face axe-murderer gore that the industry seems to be cranking out these days. I love how Shyamalan uses conventions like light and color to plant subconscious red flags to signal the underlying mystery of his films. And even though, by now, I know there’ll be a twist at the end and I’m expecting it, it never fails to throw me for a loop.
He also has a real appreciation for what a well-composed score can do for a film. He’s not content to throw the latest TRL chart-toppers in and be done with it. ‘The Village’ has the most chilling, beautiful score I’ve heard in a long time. I’m probably a little biased, since the featured violinist is the outrageously gifted Hilary Hahn, at whose alter I worship most fervently. It’s mind-boggling how a musician the same age as me can have an intuitive ability that outshines other violinists twice her age. The accuracy of intonation and emotion with which she plays is truly that of a natural genius. I can only think to describe it as a haunting purity that breaks my heart. (Not a little bit because she raises the bar to a height that I will never achieve, but I still feel grateful for having witnessed it. But I suppose any musician has felt a little bit jealous of people who have the kind of skill they only dream of possessing.). But, I digress. To make a long story short, go watch ‘Unbreakable’, ‘Signs’ and ‘The Village’ (I’m assuming you’ve all seen ‘The Sixth Sense’ If not, well, what the hell? Go nuts and get that too.) . You’ll thank me.
And while you’re about it, go buy a Damien Rice CD. I’ve been listening to "O" nonstop.
-America: the Book
My friends and I have this sort-of game we play where, if we hear a funny, random phrase, we’ll say "That’s the name of our band", or "That’ll be the name of our first CD." (Yeah, it’s not exactly Dorothy Parker and the Algonquin round table, but it amuses us. Which, as I’m sure you can tell, is incredibly difficult.) Anyway, based on a couple of things I heard on tv the other night, I think I’ve come up with the ultimate band name:
Captain Salty and the Bodacious Ta-Ta’s.
Can’t you just see that on a t-shirt? We were kicking around ideas for what our first album would be called, but we didn’t really come up with anything suitable (Over-the-Shoulder-Boulder-Holder was put forth but deemed too ‘college radio’.). So I put it to you good people (all two of you). Wow me with your brilliant suggestions.
People need to watch more M. Night Shyamalan movies. ‘The Village’ was on cable the other night and I liked it even more the second time. I love movies where you discover more and more every time you see them, it feels a bit like decoding a cryptograph. Subtlety is a dying art in Hollywood and this enigmatic visionary has single-handedly revived the psychological thriller (Sheesh, which one do I sound like more? Ebert or Roper? Sometimes I fear my writing consists of hackneyed soundbites.). I always find that suspense and tension is more scintillating than the cookie-cutter, in-your-face axe-murderer gore that the industry seems to be cranking out these days. I love how Shyamalan uses conventions like light and color to plant subconscious red flags to signal the underlying mystery of his films. And even though, by now, I know there’ll be a twist at the end and I’m expecting it, it never fails to throw me for a loop.
He also has a real appreciation for what a well-composed score can do for a film. He’s not content to throw the latest TRL chart-toppers in and be done with it. ‘The Village’ has the most chilling, beautiful score I’ve heard in a long time. I’m probably a little biased, since the featured violinist is the outrageously gifted Hilary Hahn, at whose alter I worship most fervently. It’s mind-boggling how a musician the same age as me can have an intuitive ability that outshines other violinists twice her age. The accuracy of intonation and emotion with which she plays is truly that of a natural genius. I can only think to describe it as a haunting purity that breaks my heart. (Not a little bit because she raises the bar to a height that I will never achieve, but I still feel grateful for having witnessed it. But I suppose any musician has felt a little bit jealous of people who have the kind of skill they only dream of possessing.). But, I digress. To make a long story short, go watch ‘Unbreakable’, ‘Signs’ and ‘The Village’ (I’m assuming you’ve all seen ‘The Sixth Sense’ If not, well, what the hell? Go nuts and get that too.) . You’ll thank me.
And while you’re about it, go buy a Damien Rice CD. I’ve been listening to "O" nonstop.
posted by lisal8 at 12:47 PM
2 Comments:
NO! Under no circumstances should you buy the Damien Rice CD! The man is a fraud and his music festers like a turd in my lunchbox - vile, vile, vile! If you want some heart-felt romance, buy Jeff Buckley's "Grace" which is everything that pretentious piece of shit Rice wishes he was.
Oh, and hello again. Check your mailbox next week.
The oracle has spoken! The Dude lent me Jeff Buckley and I'll concede that I'm enjoying it very much. It is indeed heart-felt, romantic, and rather sexy to boot. (It's proving to be excellent knitting music. Yep, there's nothing I enjoy more on a saturday night than to put on some romantic music and break out the knitting.All that, and I'm single, fellas. Sounds too good to be true, eh?)
I'm afraid we'll just have to agree to disagree about Damien Rice. I think it's great and I'll dance to the tune of it on your grave, ya persnickety bastard. (Just kidding.)
I shall perch beside my mailbox in great anticipation. I can't wait to see what it is..... It's a pony, right?
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