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Jun. 30th, 2007 09:17 amDidn't see the Stolen Chair show last night -- too tired, and they told me it's coming back soon anyway. Good. Came home. Collapsed. Up and down from bed all night for a couple hours each time each way. Up at 7 this morning for good.
I remembered a few things I'd seen elsewhere that I wanted to share here, for those who don't read the same blogs as I.
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lucaskrech posted this before I saw it anywhere else, though it's making the rounds now. It made me very happy, as someone who is (unreasonably?) angry at the attention given to Ms. Hilton -- I honest-to-god don't understand a bit of it. So, oh, did I enjoy this moment of apparent honesty in the middle of the horror that broadcast news has become:
2. Sheila Callaghan posted this video over at her blog, from Feist, which really knocked me out:
And, yes, I know the "gimmick" of the piece has been somewhat done before, but never I think so well (someone give that camera operator a bonus, man!), especially in coordination of light, frame, and movement. I haven't spotted Peaches in there yet, but apparently she makes an appearance in all of Feist's videos (they were once roommates, and Feist sings on some of Peaches' songs).
3.toddalcott is doing a great, detailed examination of the work of Paul McCartney at his blog, which has been enlightening for those of us with a severe love/hate relationship with the man's works (Alcott has previously done this, and as well, with the complete run, in order, of Elvis movies and Bond movies, if you want to go back and look -- it's worth it).
4.rezendi publishes an extract from the new memoir by Motley Crue under the heading, "The Wisdom of Tommy Lee," which actually is a pithy, accurate, and sad metaphor for the machinations of the music industry (and, rezendi points out, any "industry" where that word is placed after the name of an art form).
5. I've also felt the need to watch the video for Jamie T.'s "Sheila," starring Bob Hoskins, twice this morning. I've embedded it before, but if you didn't see it then, it's HERE. Tears me apart, that one. I have a thing for lip-syncing as an art/craft technique anyway.
6. Which reminds me, The NECROPOLIS Series (#0-3) is coming full-steam in August, featuring the noir duet NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed. Saw this image today posted by Tom Sutpen on his site, If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats, and had to grab it, save it, and repost it as research material -- from Edgar G. Ulmer's Detour, 1945:
And I've been going through the old shots of World Gone Wrong from 2005 to pick out the ones I can use as pre-publicity this time around - only about half of the original cast of 21 is returning, so I can't use all of the shots, but here are some I haven't posted before (I think) featuring myself and other returning cast members Ken Simon, Stacia French, Adam Swiderski, Gyda Arber, and Bryan Enk:
Bill Mist, private eye and walking dead man, finds no satisfaction in confronting gangster Tommy Arnold, the man responsible, in part, for his imminent death.
Nor does he in his final meeting with femme fatale Christina White.
Ned Daley, Mist's dream-doppelganger and partner and avenger of his death, gets no help from abused good soul Dolores Everly, Bill's girlfriend.
Like Bill before him, Ned is taken for a ride by creepy flunky Johnny.
And the poster/postcard shot of our two attractive leads in a scene NOTHING like ANYTHING that actually happens in the show, of course.
Okay, maybe back to bed for a bit. I had today off, but wound up agreeing (before I knew how tired I'd be) to go out for drinks today with my old rock-and-roll pal Mr. Johnny Dresden, who came and saw Ian W. Hill's Hamlet twice (and PAID!) under his non-rock name Sean Rockoff. I don't see him enough, so tired or not, I should get my ass out of the house and do something (though I asked him to meet me near The Brick for no good reason, really . . . am I a little too attached to the place right now?).
I remembered a few things I'd seen elsewhere that I wanted to share here, for those who don't read the same blogs as I.
1.
lucaskrech posted this before I saw it anywhere else, though it's making the rounds now. It made me very happy, as someone who is (unreasonably?) angry at the attention given to Ms. Hilton -- I honest-to-god don't understand a bit of it. So, oh, did I enjoy this moment of apparent honesty in the middle of the horror that broadcast news has become:2. Sheila Callaghan posted this video over at her blog, from Feist, which really knocked me out:
And, yes, I know the "gimmick" of the piece has been somewhat done before, but never I think so well (someone give that camera operator a bonus, man!), especially in coordination of light, frame, and movement. I haven't spotted Peaches in there yet, but apparently she makes an appearance in all of Feist's videos (they were once roommates, and Feist sings on some of Peaches' songs).
3.
toddalcott is doing a great, detailed examination of the work of Paul McCartney at his blog, which has been enlightening for those of us with a severe love/hate relationship with the man's works (Alcott has previously done this, and as well, with the complete run, in order, of Elvis movies and Bond movies, if you want to go back and look -- it's worth it).4.
rezendi publishes an extract from the new memoir by Motley Crue under the heading, "The Wisdom of Tommy Lee," which actually is a pithy, accurate, and sad metaphor for the machinations of the music industry (and, rezendi points out, any "industry" where that word is placed after the name of an art form).5. I've also felt the need to watch the video for Jamie T.'s "Sheila," starring Bob Hoskins, twice this morning. I've embedded it before, but if you didn't see it then, it's HERE. Tears me apart, that one. I have a thing for lip-syncing as an art/craft technique anyway.
6. Which reminds me, The NECROPOLIS Series (#0-3) is coming full-steam in August, featuring the noir duet NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed. Saw this image today posted by Tom Sutpen on his site, If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats, and had to grab it, save it, and repost it as research material -- from Edgar G. Ulmer's Detour, 1945:
And I've been going through the old shots of World Gone Wrong from 2005 to pick out the ones I can use as pre-publicity this time around - only about half of the original cast of 21 is returning, so I can't use all of the shots, but here are some I haven't posted before (I think) featuring myself and other returning cast members Ken Simon, Stacia French, Adam Swiderski, Gyda Arber, and Bryan Enk:
Bill Mist, private eye and walking dead man, finds no satisfaction in confronting gangster Tommy Arnold, the man responsible, in part, for his imminent death.
Nor does he in his final meeting with femme fatale Christina White.
Ned Daley, Mist's dream-doppelganger and partner and avenger of his death, gets no help from abused good soul Dolores Everly, Bill's girlfriend.
Like Bill before him, Ned is taken for a ride by creepy flunky Johnny.
And the poster/postcard shot of our two attractive leads in a scene NOTHING like ANYTHING that actually happens in the show, of course.
Okay, maybe back to bed for a bit. I had today off, but wound up agreeing (before I knew how tired I'd be) to go out for drinks today with my old rock-and-roll pal Mr. Johnny Dresden, who came and saw Ian W. Hill's Hamlet twice (and PAID!) under his non-rock name Sean Rockoff. I don't see him enough, so tired or not, I should get my ass out of the house and do something (though I asked him to meet me near The Brick for no good reason, really . . . am I a little too attached to the place right now?).
