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Showing posts with label Video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Video. Show all posts
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Passing By
Some more holiday footage to some more nice music
Music, Editing, Filming by Jay Bovino. Uncompressed mp3 free if you ask nicely
Music, Editing, Filming by Jay Bovino. Uncompressed mp3 free if you ask nicely
Friday, October 8, 2010
Danny & Annie
I was going to try and write something about love and love stories with the intent of posting this video. However, nothing I can write is good enough. This should be shared:
- Dogman
- Dogman
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Song Review: Break On Through (To The Other Side)
I often look to music as an inspiration for how I live my life. Many bands, albums, songs and lyrics have helped me get through tough times, inspired me to do something or guided me in my growth as a person.
Recently I have found myself quoting the title of this Doors song as it rings true to so many aspects of life. Whenever we set out for a goal in life, there is a certain level we wish to attain, a point in the possible future that is so desirable. However, to get there the work needed is often daunting and challenging, and often much too intimidating.
I remember the first few weeks and months that I started learning bass. I was exceedingly shit. It hurt my hands to stretch so far, my fingertips suffered through calluses and my mind was constantly at odds with itself balancing the perfect mix of desire and composure to improve my skills. The frustration of learning theoretically where my fingers need to go and then trying to get them to do it; then getting them to do it faster; then getting them to maintain consistent sound levels. All this while resisting the urge smash my bass to pieces.
To achieve my goal though I needed to just break on through to the other side. This lyric is so vivid in describing what it takes. Jim Morrison lets us know it will be tough, that what it takes. The lyric isn’t
Buy a ticket at the booth,
hop onto the train,
Take a nap,
Read the news,
Get off at The Other Side Station!
Get off at The Other Side Station!
It’s not that easy. You can’t just ask a barrier to move politely; you gotta break it. You can’t go around the obstacle; you gotta go through it. And 'The Other Side' sounds almost anonymous, an unkown qulaity and yet it appears more intriguing to name it such.
I feel the song deserves more than just a celebration of its title lyric as well. The verses can easily hold their own.
You know the day destroys the night,
night divides the day,
Tried to run,
Tried to hide
Break on Through to the Other Side!
Break on Through to the Other Side!
Vivid imagery that seems simple and complex at the same time. The lyric is sung which such force and passion, and the riff is so driving that the listener is given a belief in their own ability, a desire to break on through.
Whenever you feel like a task is becoming too much for you I recommend giving this song a listen allowing Morrison’s reckless passion to empower you.
- Eden (while listening to The Doors by The Doors)
Recently I have found myself quoting the title of this Doors song as it rings true to so many aspects of life. Whenever we set out for a goal in life, there is a certain level we wish to attain, a point in the possible future that is so desirable. However, to get there the work needed is often daunting and challenging, and often much too intimidating.
I remember the first few weeks and months that I started learning bass. I was exceedingly shit. It hurt my hands to stretch so far, my fingertips suffered through calluses and my mind was constantly at odds with itself balancing the perfect mix of desire and composure to improve my skills. The frustration of learning theoretically where my fingers need to go and then trying to get them to do it; then getting them to do it faster; then getting them to maintain consistent sound levels. All this while resisting the urge smash my bass to pieces.
To achieve my goal though I needed to just break on through to the other side. This lyric is so vivid in describing what it takes. Jim Morrison lets us know it will be tough, that what it takes. The lyric isn’t
Buy a ticket at the booth,
hop onto the train,
Take a nap,
Read the news,
Get off at The Other Side Station!
Get off at The Other Side Station!
It’s not that easy. You can’t just ask a barrier to move politely; you gotta break it. You can’t go around the obstacle; you gotta go through it. And 'The Other Side' sounds almost anonymous, an unkown qulaity and yet it appears more intriguing to name it such.
I feel the song deserves more than just a celebration of its title lyric as well. The verses can easily hold their own.
You know the day destroys the night,
night divides the day,
Tried to run,
Tried to hide
Break on Through to the Other Side!
Break on Through to the Other Side!
Vivid imagery that seems simple and complex at the same time. The lyric is sung which such force and passion, and the riff is so driving that the listener is given a belief in their own ability, a desire to break on through.
Whenever you feel like a task is becoming too much for you I recommend giving this song a listen allowing Morrison’s reckless passion to empower you.
- Eden (while listening to The Doors by The Doors)
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Kenneth Anger
"It's time that Kenneth Anger's work became more available, because he is, without a doubt, one of our greatest artists" - Martin Scorsese
As we got past the usual get-to-know-you chit-chat, it was evident that we had similar interests. You see at the time, he was studying at Cambridge Film School, a fact that made me instantly interested in his affairs. Like me, he was travelling California by himself, and as I didn't have plans for the evening I inquired in his - "I'm going to UCLA to see a presentation of films by an Avant-Garde director called Kenneth Anger; and he'll be there in person to introduce the restored versions of a selection of his films over the past 50 years", he explained.
So after I invited myself to his adventure, we caught the bus over to UCLA, grabbed some burgers, and bought our tickets. The old theatre was buzzing with anticipation, not only because Anger was in attendance, but as my new-found-friend informed me, Anger's films had never before been widely available as they were in such poor condition for many decades. Therefore these restored versions were very-much sought after.
We saw around 4-5 short films, each introduced by Anger. The way that he described the themes and motifs within each film was intoxicating. The style was so new to me, I hadn't seen much independent cinema at that stage of my life and the images were giving my eyes an orgasmic experience. His use of pop-music and stylised shock sequences surely have influenced the modern-day music video. Furthermore, Anger's interest in the occult and homoerotic images makes the films so unique, so wonderful.
I left the theatre with a deep appreciation for Avant-Garde and experimentalist film-making, and a great desire to seek out more. David Lynch is a product and innovator in this respect, and since my Anger experience my love for his films has grown.
Around 6 months after that night, The Films of Kenneth Anger Vol. 1 were released on DVD, after the UCLA Film & Television Archive transferred Anger's Magick Lantern Cyle films (his key films) to digital. I immediately jumped on Amazon and made my purchase – and now own both Vols. 1 & 2, ready for my viewing pleasure whenever I so desire.
Embedded below is one of the films I saw that night. It is only 3 mins 26 secs long, as Anger did not finish. The images remind me of something the Coen's would make - such as the opening sequence of The Big Lebowski.
kustom kar kommandos (1965):
- Russell
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Music and Memory
Clair de lune, by Claude Debussy:
Claire de lune simply is a beautiful song, I adore it. It's impact is strengthened by the lifetime of association I have with it. My late Grandmother used to play it (she was an accomplished pianist and singer) and I used to hear it a lot in general, whether it was my Mum playing it on CD or just hearing on the radio. I heard the song a few months back for the first time in a year or so and was taken by how beautiful it is, then when I watched that video I was truly lost and fighting back tears. When I hear this song I think of my Grandmother and my Mother. Claire de lune is the most beautful song I've ever heard.
This leads me to music and how it can take you back to the past. When I listen to System of a Down I think about many things - HELD was in its adolesent prime, and Smash Bros Melee was all the rage, and apparently jew fros were too. SOAD doesn't just bring back one specific memory, but memories of a time, of a period of my life - and that is very powerful.
What songs take you back?
- Dogman
Claire de lune simply is a beautiful song, I adore it. It's impact is strengthened by the lifetime of association I have with it. My late Grandmother used to play it (she was an accomplished pianist and singer) and I used to hear it a lot in general, whether it was my Mum playing it on CD or just hearing on the radio. I heard the song a few months back for the first time in a year or so and was taken by how beautiful it is, then when I watched that video I was truly lost and fighting back tears. When I hear this song I think of my Grandmother and my Mother. Claire de lune is the most beautful song I've ever heard.
This leads me to music and how it can take you back to the past. When I listen to System of a Down I think about many things - HELD was in its adolesent prime, and Smash Bros Melee was all the rage, and apparently jew fros were too. SOAD doesn't just bring back one specific memory, but memories of a time, of a period of my life - and that is very powerful.
What songs take you back?
- Dogman
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Let's Go Away For A While
You need audio for this one. Just press play and read.
He closes his eyes as a small wave gently lifts and washes over him. He feels as though he is a part of nature. The Sun gazes down at the people floating around the blue and white sea as its waves reach out to touch the golden white sand.
The mist in his eyes from the salt water stays only a moment and he looks out towards the horizon for the incoming waves. They roll by with therapeutic frequency. The temperature of the water raises his skin in warning and anticipation. He takes a long deep breath and releases it through half a smile. A wave grows in the distance with a promise of adventure. He dares to accept and turns to launch himself. But he doubts himself. In the last moment he pulls out of the wave.
An adjacent bodysurfer, more daring than he, takes on the wave, taming it as it approaches the shore. He rejects the impulse of his first thought, instead choosing to take inspiration from the success of his fellow wave catcher. He looks back to the ocean and it responds with another wave. Bigger. More challenging. He knows he will catch this one. It nears him. The fear kicks in but he kicks out. In an instant he is lifted to its peak. For a moment not measured by time he is free. His whole life justified by a flash of liberation that is beyond the confines of memory.
The wave breaks with a violent fury. Abandoning the support it once gave him and letting him fall beneath its wrath. His mouth and nose and lungs are intoxicated by the salty water. Each second lasts an age as his body begs for oxygen. He tumbles through the darkness, devoid of all senseless security.
Suddenly his foot touches something. Something sandy! And his other foot steps in front. And again, each step absorbing the force of his wave. He awakes to the world. It all comes back to him as the ocean loses its stranglehold and concedes him back to it all. His footing holds the familiar pattern and he emerges from the water still standing, short of air as the salt n’ sand clear from his waterlogged head.
He hunches for a moment in contemplation before stretching out his body with a deep breath. Turning to face the ocean again he closes his eyes and feels the warmth of the giant star in the sky. He opens them. A million imitations of the Sun reflect off the pulsating ripple of the ocean as it stretches out towards the horizon. He smiles and runs back out to let the next wave wash through him.
- Eden (while listening to Embryonic - The Flaming Lips, inspired by BOTM)
He closes his eyes as a small wave gently lifts and washes over him. He feels as though he is a part of nature. The Sun gazes down at the people floating around the blue and white sea as its waves reach out to touch the golden white sand.
The mist in his eyes from the salt water stays only a moment and he looks out towards the horizon for the incoming waves. They roll by with therapeutic frequency. The temperature of the water raises his skin in warning and anticipation. He takes a long deep breath and releases it through half a smile. A wave grows in the distance with a promise of adventure. He dares to accept and turns to launch himself. But he doubts himself. In the last moment he pulls out of the wave.
An adjacent bodysurfer, more daring than he, takes on the wave, taming it as it approaches the shore. He rejects the impulse of his first thought, instead choosing to take inspiration from the success of his fellow wave catcher. He looks back to the ocean and it responds with another wave. Bigger. More challenging. He knows he will catch this one. It nears him. The fear kicks in but he kicks out. In an instant he is lifted to its peak. For a moment not measured by time he is free. His whole life justified by a flash of liberation that is beyond the confines of memory.
The wave breaks with a violent fury. Abandoning the support it once gave him and letting him fall beneath its wrath. His mouth and nose and lungs are intoxicated by the salty water. Each second lasts an age as his body begs for oxygen. He tumbles through the darkness, devoid of all senseless security.
Suddenly his foot touches something. Something sandy! And his other foot steps in front. And again, each step absorbing the force of his wave. He awakes to the world. It all comes back to him as the ocean loses its stranglehold and concedes him back to it all. His footing holds the familiar pattern and he emerges from the water still standing, short of air as the salt n’ sand clear from his waterlogged head.
He hunches for a moment in contemplation before stretching out his body with a deep breath. Turning to face the ocean again he closes his eyes and feels the warmth of the giant star in the sky. He opens them. A million imitations of the Sun reflect off the pulsating ripple of the ocean as it stretches out towards the horizon. He smiles and runs back out to let the next wave wash through him.
- Eden (while listening to Embryonic - The Flaming Lips, inspired by BOTM)
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