I'm grabbing a bottle of wine over you
I'm craddling a bottle of wine over you
either way... although it's not one of her best songs.
Saturday, 29 August 2015
Slow West (2015)
Beautiful western with Michael Fassbender and Kodi Smit-McPhee. Written by John Maclean. Supposedly Fassbender signed up before a single letter of the script was written. Keep an eye on that Maclean guy. Great music, great shots, great pace (yes, slow, as some of the best films are)
Great OST by Jed Kurzel.
As well as "The Minstrel's Song" by Brian Michael Mills.
The film, the story and the music: all are good for writing.
Great OST by Jed Kurzel.
As well as "The Minstrel's Song" by Brian Michael Mills.
The film, the story and the music: all are good for writing.
Friday, 28 August 2015
Kongos - "Lunatic" (2014)
Americana + African roots, the Ars Technica dude described them.
Not sure, but they have an accordeon, it is slightly punky and gypsy.
Not sure, but they have an accordeon, it is slightly punky and gypsy.
- I'm Only Joking - woooooh
- Come with me Now - nice!
Thursday, 27 August 2015
Eddie Vedder - "Long Nights" (Into the Wild, 2007)
Shivers.
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...
I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know
I've got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before
Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...
I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know
I've got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before
Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...
La Femme - "Psycho Tropical Berlin" (2013)
Nice enough songs, though not many of them jump to your attention.
- Antitaxi - instrumental, surfy
- La Femme Ressort - strange, nice
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Apparat - "The Soft Voices Die" (The Devil's Walk, 2011)
Intriguing slow song, with a nearly-irritating high weeeeep effect. Soft electronic tingles, violins.
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Taylor Swift swallows the world
https://samkriss.wordpress.com/2015/02/10/taylor-swift-swallows-the-world/
They follow her, while Taylor Swift is one of those dangerous rarities: a person that doesn’t look like anything. Not strange-looking, exactly, not amorphous or indistinct, but vast: a trackless and uncharted infinity. Something hungry.
Taylor Swift has always resisted the crude general categories that female recording artists are usually shunted into: never quite succumbing to the coruscatingly coquettish malice of the teen icon, or steatopygous sexual auto-objectification, or modish androgyny.
...
For years now, she’s made a point of never showing her navel, carefully engineering various crop tops and swimsuits to keep it hidden from paparazzi and their slobbering navel-crazed public. Fine: I don’t tend to make a point of parading around my naked umbilicus either. It’s a revolting hole, a foetid salty lint-clogged scar, a gaping absence that’s only a reminder of something irretrievably lost. With only that hole remaining the condition of humanity must always be one of absolute disconnection; we’ve been snipped apart from a primal unity, and it’s not coming back until the day we die. Our genitals tell us that we can bring ourselves together, and even create something new; our navels whisper bitterly that we will always be alone.
They follow her, while Taylor Swift is one of those dangerous rarities: a person that doesn’t look like anything. Not strange-looking, exactly, not amorphous or indistinct, but vast: a trackless and uncharted infinity. Something hungry.
Taylor Swift has always resisted the crude general categories that female recording artists are usually shunted into: never quite succumbing to the coruscatingly coquettish malice of the teen icon, or steatopygous sexual auto-objectification, or modish androgyny.
...
For years now, she’s made a point of never showing her navel, carefully engineering various crop tops and swimsuits to keep it hidden from paparazzi and their slobbering navel-crazed public. Fine: I don’t tend to make a point of parading around my naked umbilicus either. It’s a revolting hole, a foetid salty lint-clogged scar, a gaping absence that’s only a reminder of something irretrievably lost. With only that hole remaining the condition of humanity must always be one of absolute disconnection; we’ve been snipped apart from a primal unity, and it’s not coming back until the day we die. Our genitals tell us that we can bring ourselves together, and even create something new; our navels whisper bitterly that we will always be alone.
acheiropoieta
Acheiropoieta (Byzantine Greek: ἀχειροποίητα, "made without hand"; singular acheiropoieton) — also called Icons Made Without Hands (and variants) — are a particular kind of icon which are said to have come into existence miraculously, not created by a human painter. Invariably these are images of Jesus or the Virgin Mary. The most notable examples that are credited by tradition among the faithful are, in the Eastern church the Image of Edessa or Mandylion (depending on the version of its origin story followed) and the Hodegetria, and in the West, the Veil of Veronica, the Manoppello Image and the Shroud of Turin.
Although the most famous acheiropoieta today are mostly icons in paint on wood panel, they have been in several other types of technique, such as mosaics, painted tile, and cloth. Ernst Kitzinger distinguished two types: "Either they are images believed to have been made by hands other than those of ordinary mortals or else they are claimed to be mechanical, though miraculous, impressions of the original".[1] The belief in such images becomes prominent only in the 6th century, by the end of which both the Mandylion and the Image of Camuliana were well known. The pilgrim Antoninus of Piacenza was shown a relic of the Veil of Veronica type in Memphis, Egypt in the 570s.[2]
Although the most famous acheiropoieta today are mostly icons in paint on wood panel, they have been in several other types of technique, such as mosaics, painted tile, and cloth. Ernst Kitzinger distinguished two types: "Either they are images believed to have been made by hands other than those of ordinary mortals or else they are claimed to be mechanical, though miraculous, impressions of the original".[1] The belief in such images becomes prominent only in the 6th century, by the end of which both the Mandylion and the Image of Camuliana were well known. The pilgrim Antoninus of Piacenza was shown a relic of the Veil of Veronica type in Memphis, Egypt in the 570s.[2]
the Fifty Dollar Band - "one Hundred Years of Grace"
Wonderful spaghetti western music.
- Where Do You Go (ft Teus Nobel) - trumpet, female voices...
Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats - "S.O.B."
Funny enough, read about this in a sort of op-ed on Minnesota's "The Current" (MPR) radio station's website, referenced via an Ars Technica article about how/where their editors get their injection of new music.
Knew it already, just not consciously.
Knew it already, just not consciously.
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