collisionwork: (Tulse Luper)
2007-02-13 03:56 am

The One That Achieves Madness

Yesterday (Monday), I got my copy of the new DVD of Performance, the film by Nicolas Roeg (photographer/director) and Donald Cammell (writer/director), in the mail - a day before release date; thanks USPS! I've been waiting for this film, a favorite, to come out on DVD for years (hell, to have ANY kind of good-quality video release), and . . . well, I'd like to say I was not disappointed, but that's not altogether true.


Good things: The transfer is beautiful. Roeg's images have never looked so sweet and strong. For years I've seen this in faded and/or grainy and/or scratchy prints. The film now lives up to the standard of Roeg's work on other films from Fahrenheit 451 to Masque of the Red Death to Petulia to A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.

The film is the full cut, not the slightly-edited original USA cut. The voices of Johnny Shannon (as Harry Flowers) and Laraine Wickens (as Lorraine), which were dubbed over with more "intelligible" voices for USA prints, have been restored -- I'd never heard their actual voices before; Shannon is perfectly intelligible to anyone who's watched enough BBC TV, Wickens is, yes, rather more difficult, but far better than the horrible screechy adult-woman-masquerading-as-a-child voice that replaced hers.

The sound remains - correctly - in mono, but has been spiffed up to be more clear, punchy, and wide in frequency than ever before, which brings me to--


One Bad Thing: The attraction to many of this film lies much in its brilliant soundtrack (mostly by Jack Nitzsche), so having the songs be so clear and rumbling (even in mono) is a good thing.

However. Someone must have decided that the classic sequence featuring Mick Jagger performing his song "Memo from Turner" needed even MORE audio goosing, and apparently decided to mix together the original mono track from the film with a mono version of the song as it appears on the original soundtrack album of the film - the same recording, yes, but in a different mix. So when the song begins, the bass suddenly becomes THUNDEROUS and the song really LEAPS OUT at you. This is not in itself bad, though it's noticeable that an extra echo effect is missing from Jagger's voice in a couple of spots. Then, during an extended instrumental break midway through the song, several sound effects and one line of dialogue from Jagger ("Here's to Old England!") are now COMPLETELY GONE from the scene.

Okay. In the great scheme of things, this is a very small matter. Still, this is, despite the film's relative scarcity for many years, an important film, influential on and revered by many filmmakers for years (Paul Schrader once remarked that whenever he was stuck for an idea, he'd watch Performance again, as it's full of ideas, and will always have something good and appropriate for him to steal). This DVD is probably going to now be the "definitive" version of the film, the only one that anyone who gets to know the film now will know, and it's NOT QUITE right. Dammit.

The only other "bad thing," really just a mild annoyance, is that in the (so-so) new "making-of" documentary on the disk, the "swinging London" atmosphere of the film is represented by title graphics with subpar Height-Ashbury-style, "groovy" typefaces and graphics that have nothing to do with the film. Ick. Yeah, yeah, I know: "Sixties" = "Bill Graham Winterland Posters." {sigh}


Restoration is a tricky business all right. They screwed up another little-but-really-not-so-little thing in the new restoration of Eraserhead they just did at MoMA, which I'll be discussing sometime else soon in the next few days when I'll be . . .


DREAMING OF DAVID LYNCH (IN SIX PARTS)


David Lynch’s work is never far from my mind. Obviously, I’m not alone. Recently, when Isaac Butler at Parabasis put it to his fellow theatre bloggers (primarily playwrights) to list their influences, Lynch’s name was generally among the ones listed (James Comtois noted this in his list and comments).

The group of posters over at Vinyl Is Heavy have announced “The Lynch Mob,” a series of postings this week (Feb. 12-16) focusing on Lynch. While not a “Blog-a-thon” per se, it seemed like a good excuse to spend this past week watching the entirety of Lynch’s output as director of film/video works (his work in other media either less interesting or interesting enough to be dealt with on its own, you make the call), in chronological order, and put down a few thoughts about his 25-or-so films/videos.

I don’t want or intend to go into any great analytical detail about all the pieces – that would require at least one book, possibly more, and would be reductive as regards the work in any case. A good book already exists containing as much of that as you need, Lynch on Lynch, edited by Chris Rodley.

This is a personal look at Lynch’s works; a few thoughts about what interests me here and there, connections I’ve made, things of note to point out, and variants/problems with the video versions. A breezy overview.

So after making up a list of his works, and pulling out the tapes and DVDs, I went to it from the start. I've made it through everything from 1967 to 1995 thus far, and my first entry (covering Six Figures Getting Sick through Eraserhead) will be up ASAP.


collisionwork: (Moni)
2007-02-09 07:35 pm

Friday Cat Blogging

James Comtois has apparently been sneaking into Berit's and my home and taking photographs of our cats, if you believe his blog. I would not mind so much, but for the fact that he isn't sharing the shots with us, and we could use them.


Unfortunately, as a result, we have no recent, good shots of the fuzzy monsters. I have to grab a dsiposable camera, or borrow a friend's digital, soon, to get some shots of Hooker while he's still in the head cone. He'll be stuck there another couple of weeks, it seems.


Until I have those shots, here's three old ones:


Bappers Sleeps in Color

Bappers, my mom and brother's cat in Portland, ME, is 13, and looks great for her age. Very active indoor/outdoor cat, too. Amazing she's lived this long. She used to disappear, sometimes for weeks at a time, but she's always come back. Her real name is "Sneakers," but "Bappers" stuck for reasons too long and silly to go into here.


Hooker Looks Up

Hooker is 5 1/2 and was rescued at the age of about 4 weeks from a deli at Houston and Eldridge Streets that my friend Michele was evicting. The deli owners cut out on the place, leaving the kitten behind, so Berit and I took him in. He is named for John Lee Hooker, who had died shortly before (and, secondly, for T.J. Hooker, who shall never die).


Simone Demands Attention

Simone (usually called "Moni," pronounced "moany") is probably about 3 1/2 years old. Berit found her, a tiny, emaciated stray, in front of our building. We figured she was about 4 months old, but she hasn't grown much since then - she was obviously malnourished on the street - so we really have no idea how old she was when we took her in. She's named for Nina Simone, who had died shortly before.


Back to work on the scripts; too much to do, too much to do . . .
collisionwork: (flag)
2007-02-09 11:37 am

Friday Random Ten

1. "Promo #2 - G-Force vs. Zoltar" - Hoyt Curtain - Battle of the Planets

30 second spot for the American animated series re-edited from a Japanese anime series. I loved this show in the 70s, but never caught how cool the music was. Here it's somewhat hidden under the voiceover actor (not Gary Owens, but an incredible simulation).


2. "I'm a Little Mixed Up" - Koko Taylor - What It Takes: The Chess Years

"Mixed up" seems an odd phrase to be sung with such passion by Koko in a hard-driving R&B song. In a song like this you're "messed up" maybe. "Mixed up" sounds oddly prissy. Lesley Gore gets "mixed up." Good song, still.


3. "Barbara's Dream" - Luciano Michelini - Isle of the Fishmen

Lovely harpsichord piece from the soundtrack to an awful, cheesy, Italian horror film. No matter what, no matter how terrible the film, Italian movies always have great cinematography and great music. I've probably got WAY too many Italian score tracks on the iPod now, but I whenever I listen to them to try and eliminate some, I can't do it - they're all SO good.


4. "Who'll Read the Will?" - The Lollipop Shoppe - Just Colour

American (despite the effete album-title spelling) garage-psychedelia band, late 60s. Very good. Like a lot of one-hit wonders you'd hear on Nuggets, but I don't think they ever had the hit. I used one of their songs in Temptation, and I haven't heard a clunker from this album yet.


5. "Born to Boogie" - T.Rex - History of T.Rex - The Singles Collection

Ah, a classic Bolan boogie. Yeah, a lot of T.Rex songs all slide together in my head, and I can't remember anything about them specifically unless I'm listening to them (except everything on Electric Warrior), but I love hearing them when they show up. T.Rex makes me smile. Always.


6. "Where You Stand" - Kingmaker - A World of Alternatives

Stock 90s alt-rock. I have a bit of affection for the style/sound, not really getting that heavy into it at the time - I didn't have the money/time to pursue it then, I was just doing theatre all the damned time. Pretty good time for rock, but Berit can't stand a lot of this, as it just sounds like every other song that came out when she was in high school. I think this is from a compilation she had that was put together by Doc Martens. You got it with a pair of boots or something. Okay, this DOES go on a bit long with a kind of attempted "anthemic" chorus that just don't cut it.


7. "Jagger" - Shawn Lee's Ping-Pong Orchestra - Ubiquity Studio Session Vol. 2 - Moods and Grooves

Faux 60s Brit-pop-instrumental-library track, very well done. Perfect spy/crime show feel. Someday I've got to put together a show using all this music, where we all get to be in some kind of Prisoner - Secret Agent - The Avengers - The Saint etc. landscape. Big swaths of primary colors. Giant props. Crisp suits and tight leather. Maybe that's more Jeff Lewonczyk's territory with the Bizarre Science Fantasy series, not so much mine.


8. "Where I Ought To Be" - Skeeter Davis - The Essential Skeeter Davis

Cry in your beer time, with sad pop-country music.


9. "Vulcanized Sneakers Commercial Intro" - Bob Perry - The Best of The National Lampoon Radio Hour

"Will the Lord Jesus be able to feed all those people with that single loaf of Wonder Bread and that half-a-can of tuna? We'll find out, just as soon as we take this break to hear all about how you can vulcanize your sneakers at home for just pennies per shoe!"


10. "Loveletters for Delinquents" - The Svengalis - downloaded from somewhere

Alt-rock. Good, with vague whiffs of the 80s and an overall power-pop feel, especially on the chorus. Unabashed use of a great, unfashionable keyboard sound. Vocal could be cleaner, more Paley Brothers-esque. Chorus really great the more you hear it. Really needs cleaner vocals, though.


Maybe cats later. Work proceeding apace on the scripts of Hamlet and Spell. Had a good lucid dream/meditation session last night that brought more clarity to Spell. Work to do.
collisionwork: (Great Director)
2007-02-07 12:36 pm

This Is a Recording

Over at Parabasis, Isaac writes, excellently, at some length about the perfection of Gene Chandler's "Duke of Earl," music as a first love, rhythmic issues as a primary concern of the theatrical director, and the ultimate impossibility of trying to achieve the perfection of a popular song in theatre. He sums most of it up with:


Theatre can never achieve the neatness, the perfectness of that song, of any compact song. Or rather, it shouldn't try to. When it does, all the life somehow disappears. Music can remain alive and perfect at the same time. Perfection destroys theatre by fixing it to one spot, immutable and immoveable, forever.


Of course, and what Isaac is also referring to here is not even a "song" so much as a recording. It is that exact recording of "Duke of Earl" that conjures that up for him. A moment frozen in time. A moment not only created by human beings, but through the recording media as well - the certain quality of an echo chamber, the distance between singer and microphone, the quality of the magnetic tape, etc. It is perfection. It is also locked off, unchanging, unreplicable. Its perfection lives solely in the space between it and you, a perfection unsharable precisely with anyone else. Play the recording (THE recording, the only one) of "Duke of Earl" for a roomful of people, and if its perfection exists for everyone in that room, it is a personal perfection between each individual and the recording. That keeps a recording of a song alive.


When I started directing theatre I sought some of that same kind of perfection as Isaac did (though maybe more influenced by the frozen rhythmic qualities of film than recorded music at first). It was on my third or fourth play (I was directing two shows in rep) - Film Is Evil: Radio Is Good in 1998 - after many rehearsals and shows where I had been browbeating my actors to try and get the precise musical quality that I wanted (though I never gave line readings as Isaac did; I knew that much), they delivered a performance that astonished me in its brilliance - nothing like the "perfect" show I had had in mind in execution, but doing what I wanted it to do, and BETTER.


So, I relaxed, I began to let go of pop-song, recorded music perfection, and instead moved towards the feeling of live music. I cast actors for rhythmic sense, but even more so for timbre, how their voices go together like a group of instruments. Assign some of them (sometimes I tell them this openly if they're musically trained, sometimes I euphemize) to be the "rhythm section" so that others can "solo." And in doing this I continue to strive for a feeling I felt in particular on one occasion - and pardon me, but this is going to get long and off-track, just a bit.


I don't care much for jazz. I'm somewhat along with Frank Zappa on this when he said (I'm paraphrasing from memory), "I couldn't get jazz. It just sounded like noodling. Then as I got older, I came to understand why they were noodling, and where they were noodling, and where the noodling came from. And I could tell good noodling from bad noodling. But in the end, really, it's all still just noodles to me."


But there's some I like. One night in the late 80s I went to the old Knitting Factory (when it was still on Houston Street) to see Sergey Kuryokhin and John Zorn play together (a google search lets me know this was October 28, 1988). I knew and liked Zorn's work fairly well, and had seen a documentary on Kuryokhin that made me want to hear more from him, so I made sure to be there. And they were . . . okay. Lots of technique, brilliant technique. Impressive. But all parodic, no center. Silly. Fun, but insubstantial. A bit disappointing.


So I was going to leave after that set, but a stranger near me, a jazz fan, obviously, stopped me and said I HAD to stay for the next set. Well, what the hell? Didn't cost any more. I decided to stay, have another drink, and watch the next act, which was the duo of Mal Waldron (piano) and Marion Brown (alto sax).


I can't remember a note of what they played, but I remember in every part of me how it made me feel. Transcendent. Moved. Torn apart and put back together, better. I don't know if they played 20 minutes or an hour-twenty. Time was meaningless. Light, space, sound, performers, audience were all one. Eventually, it ended, when it was supposed to, when it needed to, when it was right to stop. A moment of silence, an intake of breath, and wild applause. I turned to the jazz fan who had insisted I stay, near tears, and asked, "Was that as special as I think it was?" Not knowing if this was just another set of live jazz like any other. "Yeah," he said, moved, "that was special."


Huh. On the other hand. It turns out Jon Pareles of the Times was there the same night and reviewed the show, feeling the same way as I did about the first set ("thin and jokey") and not at all the same about the second. I kinda wish I hadn't read that review now. What he saw and heard as Mal Waldron "dominating the set," leaving Marion Brown to "try and follow," I saw and heard as Waldron setting down a firm ground, with Brown entering only when it was ABSOLUTELY CORRECT for him to come in, and always leaving at the right time. Oh, dear, I REALLY wish I hadn't read that review. Now I see that Waldron/Brown recorded a duet album less than a month after I saw them, covering some of the same material. Do I get it, and see if a recording resembling that night has anything like the same effect on me still? Or let it lie, and just remember the effect it had on me, even if I can't remember a note of what was played? The question may be moot - it looks to be impossible to find the CD at this point . . .


In any case, a recording of that night would bear the same relationship to what really happened as a video recording of a play does to that performance -- very little. "I like to remember things my own way . . . how I remember them, not necessarily the way they happened." After all, I remember Waldron coming out, sitting at the piano, lighting a smoke, taking a drag, then setting it down in an ashtray on top of the piano, where it continued to burn for the entire performance, creating a perfect smoke effect for the lighting on the two of them. This, of course, did not happen, but it is as real to me as anything else from that night.


In my iPod is a playlist of my "25 Favorite Recordings." Not songs, recordings, for "Night and Day" and "Stardust" aren't on there. Just 25 songs that affect me in a "perfect" way when I hear them, no matter how many times I've heard them. They are my individual perfection.


But theatre, imperfect, impossible to perfect, achieves its greatness in those moments when all involved, creators, interpreters, and audience are all in one space, one time, experiencing something together and individually at the same time. Something abstract, musical, that can not be expressed in words or exactly creatively planned. It just happens. If you're on the ball, and working with collaborators who are on the ball, it happens more often.


Then, you can sit back and think about it and write about it and try to figure out exactly what it was that you did that worked so well . . .
collisionwork: (Great Director)
2007-02-05 04:27 pm

Start of Something or Two

So, this year to come in theatre is still confused and uncertain.

I am preparing my script for Hamlet for The Brick's Pretentious Festival in June (with, I hope, an extension of at least a few performances in July, as it's a lot of work to put into just six or so performances). By the end of the week, I want to have the script done so I can email every actor I know and want to work with again to ask if they're interested, give the cast breakdown, see who they want to read for, and then send them the script so they can see what I'm planning on doing with the Shakespeare play.   The only people set in the cast as yet are me (Hamlet) and Bryan Enk (Polonius/Fortinbras).

However, August is also mine to do with as I please (kinda) at The Brick, and I'm still up in the air about what what it is exactly that I please. I want to do only an original work (or works) of mine, but there's also a certain amount of interest in bringing back my production of Marc Spitz's The Hobo Got Too High, which would be quite fun, and pretty easy to do.

As for the original work to bring back that month, the plan has been to bring back That's What We're Here For (an american pageant), which only got six shows last June, and which I'd like to work on more and get into a proper, tight shape. I'm worried about getting back the entire cast, though, and if I couldn't get back at least two-thirds of them, it wouldn't be worth it to me. Also, I'm worried about how to sell the show, and don't want to wind up working hard on a show I care about so much if I can't get the houses.

I've also been thinking about bringing back NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed, which was pretty popular to begin with, I'd like to do it again (as, I think, would most of the cast, many of whom have expressed their feelings to me that they could do a much better job with their parts now), I can sell it and get the houses, and it wouldn't cost much as we have most of it ready from the 2005 run, we could make some profit, and everyone could get a cut.

(I mentioned to one of the actors in World Gone Wrong not long ago that I made about $100 in profit on the show.  She asked why she hadn't got a cut.  I noted that an even cut among the 22 people working on the show would have wound up at less than $5 each, and that seemed silly to me to hand out, almost insulting.  She said hey, that's two subway rides - so I guess I should have done that anyway.  I will in future, when I have a show that makes money again.)

There are other "original" shows I'd like to bring back (in quotes because they are original works of mine, but for the most part are collage texts of other sources), including Even the Jungle (slight return) (by me and David LM Mcintyre), NECROPOLIS 0: Kiss Me, Succubus (after Jess Franco and Radley Metzger), NECROPOLIS 3: At the Mountains of Slumberland (after Winsor McCay and H.P. Lovecraft), as well as the other two mentioned above.  In a perfect world, I could somehow do all five of these in one month in rep without killing myself, get the back catalogue "out of the way" and hopefully seen by a few more people, as they deserve, and then move on to new stuff.

Also, I'd like to put up a full-original work at some point -- a non-collaged play.  I've had some ideas in the past month, but they've been floating around my head with no shape yet.  I had just a title - Spell - and some imagery notes.  The other night, walking home in the cold moonlight from the grocery, something hit, and something opened in my head like a door letting in light, and I had the first inklings of something concrete.

I probably won't post much, if anything, else of this as it comes, but I thought the beginning point might be interesting.  Just the start, notes and fragments.

Maybe I'll have this ready to go for August . . .


*****

SPELL


(fragments to be figured out and ordered later)


(light bulb scene)


ANN

Say we had a light bulb here . . .


Light bulb on stand shoots up out of the center of the table. ANN points her finger at it like a gun, “pulls the trigger,” and it clicks on.


ANN

. . . and it’s on. I can’t just look at that and deal with it as just a light bulb


(detailed light bulb explanation to come)


Not just light bulbs. Something that complex. Tables. This table. Who built it, where, what hands, what conditions. How did he or she feel? Did they have a cold? Who did they give that cold to, later that day after they made their piece of this thing?

I’m in a diner, I go to put the sugar in my coffee from one of those sugar pourers, you know, the, the diner . . ?

(Demonstrating the “diner kind” of sugar dispenser with a pouring gesture. BILL nods.)

And who made that, that there in my hand? Not just that, that there’s a factory somewhere of people, lots of people, making these. And a place in that factory, maybe a factory of its own somewhere where they just make those little metal flaps at the top of the lid that the sugar comes through. Just that little piece of metal, and how many people did it take to make that, and who are they, and what are their lives around making these little pieces of metal. I picture them. I follow them home. I watch their TV shows . . . dinner . . . evening with the kids . . . maybe friends over . . .

It’s paralyzing. Not being able to just ignore it. Accept it. If that’s . . . You get what I mean?


BILL

Does that make things difficult?


ANN

(bitter irony)

Well, it makes it difficult to acquire money. If you know what I mean. Earn my keep.


BILL

What do you want to keep?


*****


ANN

(looking off)

I hear voices . . .


BILL

Tell me about these voices.


ANN

No, I mean—


BILL

Don’t be afraid.


ANN

I’m not afraid, I just—


BILL

Stay a spell.


ANN

Stay what spell?


Spell occurs. Three witches. Silhouetted through back scrim wall.


WITCH 1

Stay.


WITCH 2

Sit.


WITCH 3

Remain.


*****

(floor becomes ceiling – fabric – on pulleys)

(noir detective)

(ANN gender switch, back and forth, unsure – ANDY, maybe?)


Sit a spell.

Spell this.

Spell it for me?

Are you good at spelling?
*****


ANN

I thought I was an artist. I was always told I was an artist, so, hey, I’m an artist, right? Then I got to thinking I was just a craftsman. Woman. Craftswoman? Person? Crafter. Crafty? Then I decided I was somewhere in between, and what kind of place is that to be? After all.


*****

(politeness/manners/chivalry part of monologue)

(being in the grey, between black and white, problems, advantages, disadvantages)

(things have moved on)

(technology. shifts.)

(bread and circuses)

(business scene with lots of machine sounds, images of money, bills, large. projected?)

(noir figures. violence. multiple beatings.)
*****


Well, anything can happen in this place.


Do you mind?


Mind?


Mind.


Me mind?


You mind.


I mind everything and nothing. All at the same time.


*****

(everything slides)

(drug, voices, insanity, dealing with it discussion)
*****


Did you ever want to be normal?


Jesus, hell, no!

(beat)

Well, no, maybe that’s not true. For a moment, time to time, very brief. Only when I was in discomfort and wanted comfort. Thought “normal” would have given it to me. Ease. An easement, of a kind.


*****

Say this was—

(as a repeated opening to various scenes/thoughts)


(ANN and ANDY alternate imagining the lives of people in businesses/houses seen from a train – “Colonel F.G. Ward Pumping Station,” “Mr. Fox Tire Company,” “Sal’s Collision and Son,” “Action Box and Container;” a factory with cracked windows painted with green enamel; plains of burned-out, busted, and just plain left for dead vehicles; a back sunporch on a river, filled with stuff, over the windows and the screen door; two International Klein Blue doors stuck in the side of an old, shabby tin warehouse; a faded smiley face with “Always Happy To Serve You!” in italic on the yellowed sign of a building, no other signage visible.)
*****


Hmmmn.  It's a start.  I have some more ideas.  All dancing around.  Some kind of hook.  All there, just can't find the words yet . . .
collisionwork: (Default)
2007-02-02 11:53 am

Friday Reduced Cat Blogging

I have too much to do to spend the time I'd have to finding and uploading more cat photos (especially with having to work on dialup right now, which means an eternity to upload the shots to my Flickr photostream), so, just one shot for now of our friend Bappers of Portland, ME:


Bappers Naps


Our digital camera is busted, but we need to borrow one, or just get a disposable or something to get some photos of Hooker while he's still stuck in the Cone of Silence to protect him from scratching his deflicted ear. It looks like a little Easter bonnet on him. Another 3 to 6 weeks for the poor boy in the damned thing. Well, he's used to it by now, it seems. Somewhat.

Okay. Time to shoot some antibiotics into his mouth. Fun fun fun.
collisionwork: (Default)
2007-02-02 11:36 am

Friday Death and Life Random Ten Point Five

Petey Plymouth LIVES!

My minivan does NOT have a busted transmission. Just needed a tune up (and - different problem - new shocks in the front), but otherwise, is just FINE. Should have the car back this afternoon

Just shows to go ya, DON'T suggest to your mechanic (or doctor, anyone making a diagnosis) what YOU THINK the problem might be! (At least, don't present your own idea as a fait accompli) This creates confirmation bias.

I told my first, regular (and good, really) mechanic that I thought the transmission was dying. He drove the car, it felt like the transmission was going, so he assumed that I was right. I wasn't. It's worse if you seem to be a reasonable person who knows what they're talking about; I am, I wasn't. There are many other things that can make a car feel like the tranny's going. Petey had one.

I should have Petey back this afternoon or tomorrow morning. Aw bettah.


Meanwhile, back in the iPod . . .


1. "Don Henley Must Die" - Mojo Nixon - Otis

Silly, unfair, nasty, and FUNNY as hell. Mojo's first post-Skid Roper album, and the one song on it that works best from having an expanded band (I preferred him stripped down, on guitar with Skid on washboard, stick, bell, and cymbal). Seems to make everyone laugh, no matter where they stand on the Don Henley issue.


2. "Hookywooky" - Lou Reed - Set The Twilight Reeling

Fun, adorable love song about Lou Reed wanting to get it on with Laurie Anderson, with a happy sing-along conclusion about wanting to throw all of her old boyfriends that drop by "under the WHEELS of a car - on CAN-AL street!" Never was imagined homicide so catchy! Last great song Lou's written. No pretensions here.


3. "Babylonian Gorgon" - The Bags - Dangerhouse Volume Two

From the label, the comp, and the group name, I guess this is out of L.A. in the late 70s, but I don't know anything else other than this is a great song. Punk, with a pop single edge, extremely tightly played, with an extreme attitude in the lyric and vocal that sounds forceful and pissed without sounding petulant and snotty. Yup, just looked them up. 1979. L.A. One more sad band story.


4. "Capitan" - Berenice - Mexican Madness

Slick, cool surf-guitar instrumental (with brief spoken Spanish interpolations). Excellent, but when is this from? I thought all the stuff like this I had was from the 60s; this MIGHT be, but the production sounds too recent -- just checked, yup, recent band in the Los Straitjackets mold. Weird fake-out ending with a blast of Mexican TV and the intro to a Chuck Berry song.


4.5. "Barely" - Buckcherry - 69 Plunderphonics 96

No, wait, that wasn't part of the Berenice song - it was a 5-second track by John Oswald/Plunderphonics - one of the ones where he takes the opening and closing chords of a Chuck Berry song and splices them together. Supposed to, I think, show how ingrained in all of us Chuck's music is - just the opening and closing conjure up the entire song.

Except that while I KNOW this, I can't quite place which song it is. I just went through all 25 Berry songs I have on the iPod, and it's none of them. It's one of the famous ones that I don't actually like so much, so I left it off, and now I'm forgetting it.

When I was loading CDs into the iTunes, I was VERY selective for about the first third of the alphabet (our CDs are alphabetized, yes, okay), so I really picked and chose with many artists at first, especially if my first impulse was to load EVERYTHING they ever did. By the time I got to "R," I was just throwing almost everything in (though I've pruned away at it later). Why didn't I just put all the Chuck Berry on that I had? Well, I'm not going back now. Or at least for a while.


5. "The Creeper" - Young-Holt Unlimited - Mellow Dreamin'

Cool, trumpet-based soul instrumental. Actually sounds more like movie scoring than most of Young-Holt's work. Good music to have in an iPod to make your life seem like an exciting movie when you're just futzing around.


6. "Ding-Dong Daddy of the D-Car Line" - Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Zoot Suit Riot

The "swing" revival paled on me quickly - a little too self-aware, a little too smug - but some of the music is still exciting, like this song, even if it also comes off a little too pleased with itself. Can a song be smug? Oh, of course, yeah.


7. "Can I Get a Witness?" - Dusty Springfield - Dusty Volume 1

Great singer, great song, well done. No problems here.


8. "Act of Faith" - Stan Ridgway - Holiday in Dirt

From Ridgway's "leftovers" collection, a sad, lovely, acoustic ballad. Good, but if Johnny Cash were doing it, it'd tear you apart; it sounds like something he would have done on his last albums.


9. "Shonen Knife Planet" - Shonen Knife - Happy Hour

The Knife goes hip-hop! Well, kinda. Lead in, "intro theme," track to this album, just drum machines, electronics, and the girls. It's Shonen Knife, it's fun., it's non-self-conscious. "Love! Peace! And Shonen Knife!"


10. "You Better Believe in Me" - Eskew Reeder - Northern Soul: The Cream of 60s Soul

Excellent, fast, driving, R&B from a man more frequently known as a Little Richard imitator calling himself Esquerita. I like this better than most of his stuff.


Today, a meeting at The Brick with the SM of the upcoming Thomas Bradshaw plays to check that their laptop is compatible with our video projector. Maybe I'll be driving Petey over. I need to see the Bromley show, too -- I haven't been in the mood recently, but I HAVE to see it before it closes, so maybe tonight, since I'll be at the space.

(iPod is still going - "These Boots Are Made for Walking" translates VERY neatly into "Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher," by Eileen, from Femmes de Paris, vol. 1)

Last night, B&I watched Infra-Man, an old favorite of mine (now titled Super Inframan in English), and Mike Judge's Idiocracy, which is both a pretty good comedy and an excellent horror film.
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2007-01-31 05:25 pm

Aaarrrgh!!! Bush SMASH!!!

What was I just saying about our country being led by a supervillain?


From our Department of Sociopathology, a little story about a visit by Fearless Leader to a fine industrial facility in Peoria, Illinois:


(originally by Mary Bailey in Newsweek, thanks to Majikthise and Dependable Renegade for the pointers, pictures, and additional info interpolated from other sources)


Bush Cat
". . . heh-heh-heh . . . I gots me a crazy idear . . . oh, if only they knew . . . heh-heh-heh . . ."


Touring a Caterpillar factory in Peoria, Ill., the Commander in Chief got behind the wheel of a giant tractor and played chicken with a few wayward reporters.

Before the tour, Karl Rove chatted briefly with Caterpillar executives about whether Bush would drive one of the tractors. Rove reminded them Bush doesn't do much driving on his own these days and asked if Caterpillar's insurance was up to date.

"We figure he'll have a tendency to go to the right," quipped Tim Elder, director of corporate public affairs.


C'n I Drive?
"C'n I drive it, mister?"


Wearing a pair of stylish safety glasses -- at least more stylish than most safety glasses -- Bush got a mini-tour of the factory before delivering remarks on the economy. At the end, Bush, dressed in a bright blue shirt and without a tie, did indeed climb inside a "Black Iron Machine" bulldozer. "I would suggest moving back," Bush said as he got into the cab of the massive D-10 tractor. "I'm about to crank this sucker up."


Bush in Tractor
"Gonna kill me some pissants fer Jeezus!"


As the engine roared to life, White House staffers tried to steer the press corps to safety, but when the tractor lurched forward, they too were forced to scramble for safety."Get out of the way!" a news photographer yelled. "I think he might run us over!" said another. White House aides tried to herd the reporters the right way without getting run over themselves.

Even the Secret Service got involved, as one agent began yelling at reporters to get clear of the tractor. Watching the chaos below, Bush looked out the tractor's window and laughed, steering the massive machine into the spot where most of the press corps had been positioned.

"I thought you were joking," one reporter yelled to the president. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.


Bush Crush!
"Ah-HAH-hah-hah-HAH-hah! RUN, proles, RUN! I'LL show you who's THE DECIDER! Me n' muh faithful injun companion Tonto here will make y'all PAY! You WILL bow down before me, press corps! You WILL! Both YOU, and then one day, YOUR ASS! AAAARRGH!!! Army STRONG! ARMY STRONG!!!"


If I was in the press corps, I'd start being on the lookout for trap doors leading to shark-infested tanks and ejector seats in the press plane.


(okay, the last photo is actually a file photo from a few years ago, not the recent event -- guess there's a BIT of history here I hadn't been aware of - this was in 2002 when he just sat in the cab of a tractor at a John Deere factory and honked the horn and flashed the lights for several minutes -- REPEAT: For several minutes -- even I'd have fun doing that for about 10 seconds or so, but this is our President?!)
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2007-01-30 09:28 pm

Homage to The Crimson Ghost

So, okay, now dig this, right?


This comes courtesy of The Carpetbagger Report, and I'd like to thank the commenter there known as "Chief Osceola" for the following lead-in to this news item:


Let's get this straight.


The current Administration's line on Global Warming is basically:

It is not happening. The scientific evidence is questionable, and is just one part of a larger discussion.


Also, if it IS happening, well, humans (and large polluting corporations) are certainly not the cause.

The Administration knows this, because they believe it very, very strongly.


However, if by some unlikely, unbelievable, incredibly outside chance there turns out to be SOME truth to it, and we need some kind of "last ditch effort" to save the planet, our Fearless Leaders have begun the necessary research towards their best idea for a solution:


GIANT SPACE MIRRORS.


No, really. Check that link to The Guardian [UK] for the full story as it stands.


Berit: "Oh, of course. Reducing emissions isn't even an option. No problem can be solved without a fat Halliburton contract."


Personally, I am reminded of an old movie serial, named for its diabolical villain, The Crimson Ghost:


The Crimson Ghost
"We've been tricked by cleverness!" - The Crimson Ghost


Pretty scary getup, huh? Possibly familiar from the pages of Famous Monsters magazine or as a logo for the band The Misfits. Maybe, if you haven't seen the original serial, you've seen bits of it in the film J-Men Forever, re-edited and redubbed by The Firesign Theatre's Phil Proctor and Peter Bergman.

The original serial is marred somewhat by two things (apart from being a 1940s Republic movie serial, which carries its own problems).

First, as unsettling as The Crimson Ghost's costume can be, his voice is incredibly wimpy and non-frightening (it is mainly done by I. Stanford Jolley, but is switched off between supporting cast members to keep up the suspense of who it "really" is).

Second, his plan, like those of so many evil supervillains, is a bit too complicated to be effective -- He intends, in part, to hold the USA hostage by threatening to "magnetize" the entire Southwest unless he gets what he wants (and I forget what the hell that is, money or something else). I think he has some ray or something that will make lots of metal fly around and stick to other metal all over New Mexico, Arizona, and Southern California. It's been 10 years since I saw it, and it wasn't clear then.

This ain't gonna work. Never does. And yet, the supervillains keep trying these impractical plans, doomed to failure. And somehow, still, they get a bunch of fedora-ed henchmen in suits with wide lapels and big shoulders to run around robbing banks, kidnapping ingenues, and engaging in fisticuffs with scientists (surprisingly effective fighters!), before returning to That Cave in Griffith Park to report that another plan has failed.

How do they GET these henchmen? Why would any self-respecting goon looking for work go in for this? Well, obviously, supervillains only get the STUPID henchmen.


Flunky #1: So, Dale, what's up with you?
Flunky #2: Well, Clayton, I got an offer from the Capone mob in Chicago, but I dunno . . . bootlegging, robbery . . . seems kinda run-of-the-mill. I think I'll go with The Crimson Ghost. He's gonna magnetize the entire Southwest! Now, HE thinks BIG!


Who would actually go in for this? You'd have to be a moron . . .


Crimson Ghost: Hmmmn. That jaw of yours looks pretty weak. That's going to get hit a lot.
Flunky #2: Yeah, but you can break five balsa-wood chairs across my back!
Crimson Ghost: Fine! You're in!
Flunky #2: What kind of health insurance coverage do I get?
Crimson Ghost: We'll talk about that after I've MAGNETIZED the ENTIRE Southwestern United States!


So, impractical, inefficient, short-sighted, doomed to failure. WHY again is this springing to mind?


Right. GIANT SPACE MIRRORS. Supervillains. Stupid henchmen willing to go along with ridiculous plans no matter how many times they get clocked by scientists. Uh-huh.


Oh, and the other idea being floated . . . putting reflective DUST into the atmosphere? Huh. That's good.


Berit: "Ah, simulated nuclear winter! Yeah, nothing could go horribly, disastrously wrong with THAT."


Now. If you need a dose of sophomoric-level (unintentional) humor to avoid being stunned and amazed to tears by the state of things (like the above), check out this page at Dinosaur Gardens for some fine samples from an album by Elder Marshall Taylor in which he prepares his flock for the coming Rapture.

The album title? Don't Miss The Great Snatch. Be sure to listen to at least the short samples . . .
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2007-01-29 06:33 pm

Further Reading

From the blogs today, two items of interest I wanted to point to:


1. Glenn Greenwald at Unclaimed Territory with an elegant post starting out with the disgusting spectacle of Bill Kristol telling Sen. John Warner his duty as an American, Brit Hume lecturing Sen. Chuck Hagel on courage, and Sen. Lieberman and the Administration equating dissent with treason and their own "strong" posturing with the past glories of Churchill and Lincoln.

Greenwald goes to the actual words and beliefs of Churchill and Lincoln and comes up with a markedly different (and rather moving, if expected) viewpoint.

Everyone seems to be digging and linking to this post by the always cogent Greenwald, but in case you haven't caught it yet, look in.


2. Curbed on the new Jean Nouvel tower on 11th Avenue which will permanently block the 10-story Knox Martin mural, Venus. Does architecture trump art? Does it matter if the art is perhaps middling (or worse) and the architecture is (perhaps) interesting and impressive? For myself, I'm as yet unsure. The mural makes me happy when I see it, as much as for the fact that, "Hey, there's a big piece of abstract art there!" as for any actual feeling towards the work -- a rarer feeling than, "Hey, lookit that kinda neat-looking building!"

The Nouvel does look kinda neat, though -- click through the links at Curbed to see better illustrations. But who knows if it will quite come off that way.

My teeth are also set on edge by the attitude in the comments at Curbed, which get to the level of the classic "My five-year-old could do that!" argument.

(sigh) Well, just one more thing to miss. Not quite as seethe-inducing for me as losing 2 Columbus Circle. And I'm still pissed about Tilted Arc.
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2007-01-26 08:03 pm

Friday Late Cat Blogging

Actually got some work done today - not as much as I'd like, but more than I figured.


Hooker had to have the hematoma in his ear drained and sutured, and it'll be kinda scarred, but he'll still be cute. He has to wear one of those "cone of silence" things around his neck for at least a week, maybe more, and he's none too pleased about that. But at least he's all okay, and the floppy terrier ear he'll have will probably be quite adorable, like the Little Rascals' dog or something.


Hooker - A Sweet Face


So, it's not quite as chilly in the apartment as it was this morning. When it's that cold, the cats just want to lie around like lumps.


H&M In Repose


Give em a little heat, though, and they're back at attention.


Simone & Hooker - Staring Contest


And maybe they're even plotting something crafty.


Hooker and Moni - You Wanted Something?


Now I have to go clean up the mess Hooker makes when he tries to eat wet food from a plate with the plastic cone around his head -- half winds up in his mouth, a quarter on the floor, and a quarter on the plastic cone, with Hooker craning his head around trying to reach the little meaty bits.
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2007-01-26 09:13 am

Friday Insomniac Random Ten

Couldn't sleep. Incredibly cold in the apartment -- this happens a handful of times every Winter. It's really drafty in here, and when the wind blows hard, it comes in every crack, and for some reason, for most of the night, the heat wasn't on. It came on sometime between 3.00 am (when I finally got to sleep) and 5.00 am (when I woke up), but it's only making a dent in the chill now. It'll take hours of heat to help things in here.


This is, as I said, a rare occurrence. Usually, it's so hot in here with the heat on that we have to crack at least one window. Right now, though, I'm freezing.


I gave up trying to get back to sleep at 6.00, and decided to do some work on various posts I've been trying to finish, and my director's draft of Hamlet that I have to get done if I'm going to have the show up in June. I got some work done, but I'm beginning to feel tired again. It's going to be that kind of day -- fragments of work with bits of collapse that don't quite become the naps I'm hoping for, plenty of jobs/errands to do that don't happen. Too much of this lately.


I've barely been posting here because I've been thinking, and writing notes here and there, and everything just seems confused right now. I have fragments of things to say, but nothing cohesive. I'm stuck between processing what I did and learned in 2006 and trying to figure out what to do in 2007. Or even more, how and in what order to do all the things I already know I need to do in 2007 (though I'm still not entirely sure of a good deal of the "what" -- I have time assigned to me at The Brick, so I need to put up some shows; which ones?).


19,220 songs in the iPod this morning. What comes up?


1. "Yes, Yes!" - Sam Browne & The Carlysle Cousins - Pennies from Heaven (film soundtrack)

The original recording that was heavily overdubbed and added to with new material for the film, pristine on the soundtrack. Slight, lovely song, catchy. Winds up in my head often on happy, sunny days, walking down a street, carefree.


2. "Call Me" - New Classic Singers - Ultra-Lounge 8: Cocktail Capers

Kitsch instrumental with wordless vocals. Not really lounge, but they began reaching with these collections after a while. Worth having. Just.


3. "Bienvenue au Pays" - Jacqueline Taieb - Ultra Chicks Vol. 4: Ye Ye Girls!

(For those to whom it matters, sorry about my continual dropping of proper accents, etc. from names/words in non-English languages -- I am still a Mac User at heart and have never figured out how to get these things on an IBM PC, as I'm currently using)

Nice French Pop number, but not one to make me sit up and really pay attention. It was over before I ever finished writing about it, and gone from memory immediately.


4. "Tojo" - Hoodoo Gurus - Stone Age Romeos

Jesus, where the hell did this come from? Well, it's a spiffy little power-pop number. Very 80s production doesn't help, though. When is this from? [one Wikipedia check later] Ah, 1984. Yes. That explains it.


5. "With the Sun In My Eyes" - Schadel - The Pye Story Vol. 4

Gorgeous, grand, melodramatic, 60s British Pop.


6. "Kokomo" - The Beach Boys - Good Vibrations: Thirty Years of The Beach Boys

Well, this is embarrassing. I have all the good Beach Boys material from the beginning to the mid-70s, and then nothing until this thing from '88. That said, I have it 'cause it has a KILLER chorus. The verses are dopey as all hell (that's Van Dyke Parks in there playing accordion, though, for whatever reason - odd, since he only ever got on with Brian Wilson of all the Boys, and Brian had nothing to do with this track). But that CHORUS -- especially ending in a great Carl Wilson falsetto . . . Lovely.

I tend to agree with my friend Johnny Dresden, a big Beach Boys fan who didn't particularly like this song or Brian Wilson's solo album of the same year, that if they'd only had all of them working together on something combining the aesthetics of both projects, they would have had something.


7. "The Holy River" - The Artist Formerly Known As Prince - Emancipation

[sigh] Another sweet, lovely, insignificant pop song. I get the worst mixes when I sit down to actually do a Random Ten.

Yup, lovely, sweet, whatever. Would be perfect in a different context.


8. "Mammal" - They Might Be Giants - Apollo 18

Jesus. Continuing the trend, here with a song I really, really love - TMBG with more than a bit of their admitted Elvis Costello influence showing - that's just not working for me now.

Maybe I'm just in a bad mood from the insomnia, and ANYTHING is going to sound dopey and boring to me now.


9. "Julia Dream" - The Pink Floyd - downloaded

Oh, god. Well, maybe it'll help make me sleepy enough to catch a few zees. Early, Syd Barrett Floyd, still with the "The" in front. Acoustic psychedelia. Gorgeous, but not what I need now.

What DO I need now?


10. "She's Coming Home" - The Blues Magoos - Psychedelic Lollipop

Well, this is better. A "Nugget"-style rocker with Farfisa. Always cheers me.


Now what? Maybe some sleep and then up and try to get some more actual productive work done. Everything is confused right now. So many things to do. What order?

Well, laundry is an immediate one -- Berit and I are going to a funeral tomorrow. Very sad, but a family thing that very likely doesn't belong here, at least now.

Okay, attempt to sleep now.
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2007-01-22 04:39 pm

Curt Dempster, 1935-2007

I see now (through Google) that there's more obits out now, but for those who haven't heard who might get here first, for whom it matters, Curt Dempster of E.S.T. passed away. I heard about it yesterday but didn't see anything online until this afternoon.


The Times obit is here.


There's more about the man available easily through a search, including plenty of interest I didn't know.


He will be missed in the community.
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2007-01-20 02:27 pm

Standards, Past & Present

In looking over the 19,078 songs we now have on the iPod, I began to wonder about what songs I had in the most cover versions. I am, after all, a music geek.

So, I made up a list. Which wound up being more of a pain than I figured, as not all the versions wound up being alphabetized the same ways ("Satisfaction" vs. "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" for example), and I have many songs in multiple languages with non-English titles ("House of the Rising Sun," for example), so alphabetizing by song title was just one step.

Berit wasn't terribly interested in the process, but did suggest a firm rule on multiple versions by the same artist only being counted in they are notably different versions -- most live versions don't count, nor things like the Italian, French, and German versions of Petula Clark doing "Downtown," as they're the same backing track with new vocals, but Marianne Faithfull's two versions of "As Tears Go By" or Martin Denny's of "Quiet Village" count, as the arrangements/approaches are so different.

So what came up as the "standards" that the artists we like go back to? Here are the number of versions we have of each song following:


44
Louie Louie


38
Hey Joe


27
Harlem Nocturne


16
Misirlou


11
Caravan


9
Fever


8
(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction


7
Ebb Tide
Hound Dog
I Heard It Through the Grapevine
I'm a Man
Who Do You Love?


6
A Lover's Concerto
Ballad of Mack the Knife
Begin the Beguine
House of the Rising Sun
Quiet Village
Stagger Lee
You Don't Love Me (This I Know)


5
20th Century Boy
96 Tears
Alone Again Or
As Tears Go By
Do You Love Me?
Five Long Years
Guilty
Long Tall Sally
Mas Que Nada
Memphis
Oh Lonesome Me
See See Rider
Speak Low
Surabaya Johnny
Tico Tico
Unchained Melody
Walkin' the Dog
Watermelon Man


Hmn. Oddities there ("Mas Que Nada"?) as well as some to be expected. "Long Tall Sally?" I don't even like that song much, but at the same time, I couldn't imagine giving any of these version up. No "Stardust?" No Night and Day?"

Interesting group.
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2007-01-20 12:46 pm

Worth Seeing

Three things going on right now that I've either seen all or some of and would like to recommend.


First, I saw Stolen Chair Theatre Company's Kill Me Like You Mean It at The Red Room last night, and it was excellent. It's a combination of film noir and Ionesco-style absurdism done with incredible sensitivity to tone and rhythm.

I came for the noir - director Jon Stancato did an email interview with me on the company's blog as part of a series of interviews with people who've done noir on stage - but I was made rapt by the absurdism. Lovely script by Kiran Rikhye (created in collaboration with the company).

The company is altogether very good (must repeat: beautiful tone and rhythm), but Cameron J. Oro is a wonder as American Private Investigator Ben Farrell; pitch-perfect, doing immense amounts with an accurate-to-the-style deadpan.

It plays four more times, tonight and next weekend, and it's selling out. If you're interested, tickets are available through smarttix.com. Get em quick.

I met with Jon for coffee before the show and had a nice talk about noir for the stage, and the problems of people assuming parody where none was intended (and the discomfort of getting excellent reviews that entirely miss the point of the show), as well as stories about the grade school we turned out to share in common (where he teaches now). Any problems with the show? Sure, but nothing that probably matters to anyone other than another director (I'm hard, as I always say, on scene changes). Good show. Wish I'd seen Stolen Chair's earlier work, but I'll get to the rest from here on.


Berit and I were hired last week to be the stage manager/running tech crew on a show in the CULTUREMART festival at HERE, but unfortunately, due to issues beyond the control of either B&I or the show's creators, we wound up unable to do it. We attended one rehearsal, however, enough to see an very interesting work happening -- we supervised a line-through and watched the musical numbers rehearsed -- and we're looking forward to seeing the show next weekend.

It's Wickets, by Jenny Rogers and Clove Galilee, adapted from Fefu and Her Friends by Maria Irene Fornes, and featuring one of our favorite actresses, Moira Stone (our contact for the job in the first place). We were looking forward to working on this potentially amazing work - oh, well - and it'll be good to see it next week. We're seeing the last show of four, so I won't be able to promote it after. Again, what we saw looked REALLY promising, and we're looking froward to seeing it. Check the links for more info on the show and tickets.


Finally, I've been blessed with the beginning of this year with an actual position on staff at The Brick theater - Facilities Manager.

First company/show I got to work with has been Inverse Theater and their new production of The Death of Griffin Hunter by Kirk Wood Bromley. I'm also an Associate Member of Inverse who's acted in Bromley's plays several times (The Burnt Woman of Harvard in 1993 and 2001, Want's Unwisht Work in 1996, Midnight Brainwash Revival in 2001 and . . . 2003, was it?), so it's great to see Inverse/Bromley and The Brick come together.

I saw the original production of this one, and thought that at it's core it was one of Kirk's better plays, but that it was indeed a bit too long (Kirk gets this criticism a lot, and I often disagree with it, but not on the original production of this one). I hear the show's been rewritten to be shorter and sharper. The members of the cast that I know are all great, and I saw the first 15 minutes at the final dress, which looked excellent. I'll be seeing it next weekend, most likely, and I recommend it, ESPECIALLY if you've never seen an actual production of one of Kirk's modern verse dramas.


Oh, and not only, but also -- my favorite movie ever, David Lynch's Eraserhead, is screening in a brand-new restored 35mm print at the Museum of Modern Art. Berit has been waiting to see this film until she could see it on film on the big screen, and, despite the excellent DVD that Lynch put out a couple of years ago, that's probably a good idea (I've only seen it projected in a good print once, at the Bleecker Street Cinema in 1989 or so). Nathan Lee writes a nice piece in the Voice here about his past with the film that strikes more than a few familiar chords with me.

Three more screenings after today. See it if you haven't. I think we're going on Monday.
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2007-01-19 01:06 pm

It's All The Same Fucking Day, Man

Janis Joplin would have been 64 years old today.


She died October 4, 1970 instead.


My favorite recording of hers is the version of Big Mama Thornton's "Ball and Chain" with the Full Tilt Boogie Band that can be found on the Greatest Hits album, and also, I think, on the In Concert album.


But I'll take any version of her doing that song over almost any other recording anyday. Though I prefer, mostly, versions with Big Brother & The Holding Company. There's a few videos on You Tube of the song; here's the best one that I'd never seen before:


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2007-01-19 12:10 pm

Friday Random Ten

Well, I don't think Hooker completely has his sight back (he loses it during epileptic fits), but he's up and moving around and seems okay -- I hope he'll clean himself off soon; he's rather icky and stinky still.


So, I'm relaxed enough to go ahead with a Random Ten for the day. The iPod stands at 19,054 songs, 65 GBs. What comes up?


1. "It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry" - Phluph - Phluph

Dylan cover from next-to-unknown late-60s Psychedelia band. Not a psych-style cover, though, kinda peppy and upbeat for them. Funny. Actually does point up the humor of Dylan a bit more.


2. "La Bamba" - Dusty Springfield - Dusty volume 2

Rather kitschy. Not Dusty's most shining moment, though, as always, she sings great. Eventually I'll cull out the lesser Dusty tracks -- right now I just have all of them on here, without judgment. Oooh, very "Vegas" ending; yeah, this'll go at some point.


3. "Simon Says" - The Shangri-Las - Myrmidons of Melodrama

Nice early R&B single from the Queens girls before Shadow Morton grabbed them and changed their whole sound and act. Didn't know they could rock like this until I got this comp (finally! after years of waiting for a good Shangri-Las comp, though this one is from the UK with a smart-ass name and liner notes far far more interested in the lives of the girls and the record business rather than the music).


4. "Misery Goats" - Pere Ubu - Datapanik in the Year Zero (1980-1982)

Great spiky track from the tail part of the first, "classic," Ubu period. No idea what LP this is on originally right now, as the Datapanik box just puts all the tracks in order across several CDs . Love Ubu, but don't have all of my fave tracks in the iPod, as some of them just don't work on random.


5. "This World" - World Party - Egyptology

Lovely airy pop-R&B number. Only listened to this album for the first time last year when putting songs into the iTunes. Tim Cusack bought me this album as somewhat of a joke when it came out in 1997, as I was directing him in Richard Foreman's play with the same title as the album at the time. Didn't look like my bag, so I filed it and never listened to it. Pulled it out to check when going through all the CDs and discovered a handful - two handfuls, actually - of good tracks to put into the massive randomizer. Lesson there.


6. "Dis-Nous Dylan" - Les Five Gentlemen - Pebbles volume 12 - The World

"Il est un vietnik." No idea what they're saying for most of this, but they're asking Dylan (and {ahem} Donovan) to speak and sing to them of important things. Silly, amusing pop.


7. "Santa Dog" - Poxy Boggards - Eyesore: A Stab at The Residents

Excellent acoustic cover from a Residents tribute CD, based mainly on the '72 version, maybe a bit on the '78 one, too. Suddenly it's a traditional folk song.


8. "I'm Trouble" - Sado-Nation - Sado-Nation 7" EP

Punk on the edge of Power Pop. Terrific.


9. "Raide Raide Raide" - Les Innocents - Post-Partum

Pleasant French folk-pop I got somewhere, no idea where. No idea also when it's from. Pretty.


10. "It's My Pride" - The Guess Who - Nuggets II: Original Artyfacts From The British Empire And Beyond, Vol. 3

UK garage rock, late-60s. Young, loud, and snotty. Gotta love it.


Okay, stuff to do today and stuff I want to write later. Got to get going, got to check on the cat.
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2007-01-19 11:07 am

Friday Cat Blogging

Hmmmn. Gotta get some new photos. Keep saying that, I know, but really.


Still seem to have a few OK ones I haven't put up yet.


So, here ya go:


Moni Thinks


Moni looks deep in thought. Moni has no capacity for thought, let alone deep. Her world consists of "Mommy," "Mine," "Kill," "ME!," and "What?" An admirably simple worldview. Right now as I type, she's lying in my lap, purring, and jealous of the attention I'm giving the computer and keyboard, leaning her hard occasionally in to get between me and whatever-it-is-I'm-paying-attention-to-that's-not-her. She is sweet. but stupid and jealous.


Berit Holds Hooker


Here, Berit holds Hooker. Now that I see this better, on a good monitor, I see that Hooker looks a bit wary. This is not unlike how he looks twice a day currently when we have to force him to take his antibiotic and ear medication.

Berit prepares the medicine in the kitchen while I spread a towel out on the bed and find the boy. I pick him up and hug him and try not to make him suspicious (more and more, an impossible task) as I carry him to the bedroom. Berit comes in with the medicine, sets it down, and takes him from my arms, hugging him and reassuring him. Then she THROWS him down on the bed onto the towel and quickly tries to wrap it around him like a papoose as I try to help by holding it together so his flailing legs don't get out. Then I hold his head as Berit squirts the antibiotic in his mouth and puts the drops in his ear. Moni stands there and makes complainy noises 'cause she's not getting the attention, he is. Then they get half a can of soft food to share as a reward (they normally only get dry food), which seems unfair, as Moni didn't get tortured, but there's no way of giving one of them food and not the other that they'll put up with. This goes on till Sunday.

The aural hematoma in his ear is even bigger, and it now looks like there's a superball in there. I worry, but everything I've read tells me it's okay. Back to the vet on Tuesday.


H&M On Floor


Oh, Lord. After writing all of the above a half-hour ago or so, Hooker had another epileptic fit. Pretty bad one. Really messy one. He's lying on a towel on the bed now, recovering. Hope he's okay -- I spent most of the half-hour comforting him and manually blinking his eyes so they didn't get damaged. Then I tried to clean him up and he started growling (which he NEVER does), so I backed off for a bit. Finish this up and check in on him now.
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2007-01-13 01:49 am

SLOWLY I TURN . . .

NIAGARA FALLS!


So, we were there at New Year's. Canadian side. A wedding -- Berit's second cousin. The wedding was December 30, so we stayed another couple of days to spend the year change at Niagara Falls.


Some photos from the time, taken by Berit's dad, Gary:


Niagara Falls, ON - Ian & Berit #2

So, there we are at the Horseshoe Falls, and while Berit and I aren't exactly fashion plates or models at the best of times, this is a fairly unflattering photo (and there's a worse one*). Possibly being soaking wet (we had just walked through the massive spray), quite cold, and trying to look cheery for the camera have something to do with it.

Despite the cool, it was a pleasant afternoon/evening at The Falls. We wouldn't say the area around The Falls was exactly our bag, but it was fascinating.

As I mentioned briefly before, Berit and I concluded that the main drag going uphill (pretty much across from the American Falls) was a strange combo of Times Square, Reno, and Coney Island, and probably close to what the developers currently are working on transforming Coney Island into -- certainly not what the conceptual drawings look like, but as the real place will look after a few years wear & tear & dirt get to it.

Like Coney, your attention is drawn to a massive ferris wheel towering over everything else:


Niagara Falls, ON - Sky Wheel

Though you may not be able to tell from the photo, this is actually CONSIDERABLY bigger than the huge Wonder Wheel at Coney.

The drag is a row of chain restaurants, t-shirt & tchotchke shops, fast food joints, corporate entertainment tie-in rides and stores (MGM, Disney, WWF, etc.), specialty "museums" (Ripley's, Guinness Book, Lego), some sad-looking wax museums (the "Hollywood" one had a terrifying Sarcophagus and Snake animatronic duo in front that would come to life and deliver unfunny one-liners in sad "Middle Eastern" accents), and other carnival style attractions.

This included three (count 'em, THREE!) haunted-house rides, one of which, we discovered ("Frankenstein's Spooky Castle!") was attached to, and tied-in with, the familiar burger purveyor next door:


Niagara Falls, ON - Haunted House and Burger King

I was simply stunned and confused by the sight of an immense Frankenstein's Monster, chained, holding a Whopper (I can't say "enjoying;" he didn't look all that happy). Berit provided the voice of his thoughts:


"Once . . . Ovitz take me call . . . now, me shill burger . . . [sigh] . . . Tempora! Mores!"


After drinks at a sports bar and dinner at a Ruby Tuesday, we toddled back to The Falls for the promised 9.30 pm fireworks as it started raining. The cold and wet began to really get to us, but the Falls were beautiful -- we could see both the American and Canadian sides, glowing.

Gary asked Berit and I how the lighting was being done, and we were stumped for some time -- there were no apparent light sources for the glow on the Falls (which also changed colors every few minutes). It almost looked like the lights were BEHIND the Falls, an impossible rig. We thought maybe they were below us in the ravine, where we couldn't see them, when we turned a corner . . .


Niagara Falls, ON - Lighting the Falls

. . . and there were the giant spots. An impressive throw, we had to say. Walking by closer, we got to see the color scroller units -- self-contained, each at least six foot high, one in front of each spot like a row of Kubrickian monoliths. Whoa.

We wound up walking to the car, the desire to see fireworks outweighed by the cold and damp, passing the stage where Foreigner was playing -- "Cold As Ice," appropriately. Earlier I had heard "I Want To Know What Love Is" and wondered why a Foreigner cover band would be playing at New Year's in Niagara Falls, Ontario. I got somewhat of an answer to that question, though it more importantly opened the further question of why Foreigner would be playing at New Year's in Niagara Falls, Ontario.

We got to the car, Foreigner stopped playing, and the fireworks started (of course). We rushed down to the cliff edge, the fireworks hidden mostly by spray, but by the time we got there, they were over. Five minutes tops.

So, we got out of there, and back to the B&B in Niagara-On-The-Lake.

Earlier that day, on our way to The Falls, we stopped by the Niagara Parks Butterfly Conservatory:


Niagara Falls, ON - Butterflies

Which was actually quite something. Thousands of them - forty species - all around you in a tropical landscape. Many of them sitting there calmly so you could get right up to them for a good look.


Niagara Falls, ON - Butterfly

And earlier, we went to downtown Niagara-On-The-Lake (home of The Shaw Festival) and puttered around the stores. One shop was full of amusing Xmas kitsch; ornaments, lights, and the like. We considered some of the novelty shaped lights -- they might have come in handy in a show sometime, but not worth getting without a specific purpose.

Many of the ornaments were of odd themes and/or materials. Why would you want THESE on your tree? A number were made out of S'mores -- that is, they featured marshmallow figures painted and dressed in the gear of various hobbies (a gambler, a hockey player, an ice fisherman), on a chocolate and graham-cracker base. This was . . . odd . . . enough, but the kicker was this:


O Holy Crap

Yup. A Nativity creche done in the medium of S'More.

The more we looked at this the more amusing it got (and no, it was not created with any kind of "knowing" humor or irony). WHO was this MADE for? Who would maybe have the aesthetic sense to find this charming or amusing honestly who would not be offended by The Marshmallow Messiah? Okay, yes, plenty, probably, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Literally! In foodstuff form!

So, Gary had to get it (it had been marked down MANY times) and I made sure he would send me a picture.

So, home by train on January 1st and back to figuring out what's next. Some things have come up. More on that soon.


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* conversation as Berit looked over this before posting:

B: Wait, you're linking to that even worse photo of us? I look like a troll!

I: I look worse than you.

B: Two wrongs don't make a right!

I: I think it's sweet. It's us.

B: (depressed) We're homely . . .
Good. Encouragement for our diet/exercise plan.
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2007-01-12 01:51 pm

Friday Cat Bogging - Hooker, The Sickly Boy

So, Hooker's been bugged by something with his left ear for a while now, and we were intending to take him to the vet next week about it. We figured it was ear mites again -- when we got Moni (a street stray) she brought them in. We had to do a program of ear drops and cleaning with both of them for a while (not fun), and it seemed to go away.

Then, he was scratching the one ear all the time. So, we thought the mites were back -- though it seemed odd that it was just the one ear on him, and she didn't have them at all.

Hooker "Thinks"

So, vet next week. We thought. Then yesterday he jumped on my lap while I was at the computer, looked me in the eye, and mewed a few times -- his usual demand for attention. I started by scratching his ears as usual, and got a surprise. His left ear was swollen and felt like there was a grape inside it. I immediately called the vet.

The woman on the phone, once I described it, said it was pretty obviously an aural hematoma and I should bring him in at once. So Berit and I rescheduled our 6.30 pm meeting for 10.00 pm (upcoming theatre tech job, more on that soon), and got Hooker over to our vet.

Hooker, Shelved

Aural hematomas usually come when a cat has an ear irritation of some kind (mites, infection, etc.) and is scratching it all the time. Hooker, it turns out, doesn't have mites, he has an infection. So, we're back to two kinds of drops in his ears and a liquid antibiotic squirted in his mouth twice daily. Yeah, big fun. Odd, he'll sit perfectly still in Berit's lap and let her cut his claws, but the ears? God, he hates it. We're gonna have claw marks all over us the next few weeks.

As a reward after the drops, we give him (and Moni, as we can't avoid it) some soft food. Which also means that for the next few weeks, every time we go into the kitchen, we will be followed by two yowling cats, who think it means they get a special treat now.

Hooker Poses

We could go for surgery on the ear to deal with the hematoma, but really that's just for cosmetic purposes. It'll go away by itself, and with the ear infection dealt with, it shouldn't return. However, he will have a deformed ear. Kind of a boxer's or cauliflower ear. Oh, well. He'll still be cute.

Also, as he has a heart murmur and epilepsy, surgery is slightly risky, and as there's no risk in letting it heal on its own, no choice for us as far as we could see. He seems such a hale, hearty boy, it's weird that he's the sickly one. She was an emaciated street stray, who's still stunted, and looks like the one who should have the problems, but it's the big bruiser we keep schlepping to the vet.

Bad Focus, Great Look

So, deformed ear to come. Here are shots where you can mostly see it in it's once-perfect form.

Now it's time for the drops. Wish us luck. Godspeed.

Swimming on Bed