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Post by pacinoyes on Feb 1, 2024 0:22:16 GMT
The Strangler (1970) - Directed by Paul VecchialiThere is an idea - well, my idea usually - that movies often capture a "sickness" in those who view them - and while that is fairly common - it is amazing how much we don't see it too.....or let ourselves off the hook: It is not unusual to tell someone who has seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre multiple times that they are "sick" but of course that becomes harder to say when you ( or in this case.............um, me) has seen it multiple times and considers it "great". Such is the queasy, uncomfortable space occupied by this movie in the setting I saw it (first time watch): I saw The Strangler this week at a college screening with my gf - who read something about it and thought I might "like it" (which itself is disturbing). The fact that someone who knows me can make that assumption troubles me - but it also revealed a deeper assumption (also true) about this movie that we talked about after it was over: When shown on a dreary, rainy day itself attracts dreary, rainy people............and that young people, especially who go to see this movie .......curiously alone, with backpacks and hollow eyes - may be the victims in this film. Very giallo like in imagery - with shots that evoke Argento and Cruising - a film that would be called of its time, dated and ahead of its time (Cruising, again) .....a film that asks you to identify with killer and victims.......and suggests lonely people may want to die - and the world will oblige - and there's always someone out there to misunderstand them (and themselves)) the way I did those people who go to see The Strangler alone .............on cold, rainy, dreary days.......... on college campuses......... One the movies brilliant thematic touches btw is the murder weapon is created by the killer a scarf he knitted himself since the film is "about" how he reads them / their lives and thinks he's "helping" and he creates something personal FOR them.......it's quite sad, he gives them something "personal" ........neat little touch ........a lot of thought goes into this pic - visually, thematically, philosophically...... |
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Post by pacinoyes on Apr 18, 2024 16:23:32 GMT
The incredible, intricate, expansive lyrics - and the internal lyrical rhyming pattern and picture painting of the Fontaines D.C. single Starburster (April, 2024)
It may feel bad
It may feel bad
It may feel bad
[Verse 1]
I wanna see you alone, I wanna sharp the stone
I wanna bo unce the bone, I wanna mess with it
I wanna lay the deville, the whole crew on the sill
I want the preacher and pill, I wanna bless with it
I wanna head to a mass and get cast in it
That shit's funnier than any A-class, in' it?
I wanna talk with the clown who has apologies down
Pay him 300 pound to take a class in it
I wanna bite the phone, I wanna bleed the tone
I wanna see you alone, alone, alone-lone
I wanna strait the shark and find me somewhere to park
Like the light when it's dark, it's dark, it's dark-dark
A few stars about make it feel like peace in a way
A complimentary round
Constellation got a twist in it
For a GPO and all the hits in it
[Refrain]
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary—
(It may feel bad)
[Verse 2]
I wanna talk with a gag if it's a bottle or bag
I wanna strike with the SAG, I need the friends from it
I want a shot in the dark, I wanna make the mark
I want to live the arc, I call the ends on it
I wanna take the truth without a lens on it
My God given insanity, it depends on it
How I feel? How I feel? How I feel? I wanna keel
Over harder than a turned up challenger
I wanna keep all of your charm in a canister
Do you inspire like the same did Salinger?
I'm the pig on the Chinese calendar
I got a shadow like a .58 Caliber
I wanna move like a new Salamander
I love the carrion who's a real Scavenger
It's moral tyranny keeping me from thee
Hit me for the day
For the light
That you suffered
To come by
Take to my sky
Never wanting
Only wonder
To live out of reach
Sloping family
Short to tall
One to three
Swallow the key
In their footprints
I will follow
[Refrain]
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
I'm gon' hit your business if it's momentary blissness
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Post by pacinoyes on Apr 21, 2024 18:31:22 GMT
Taylor Swift's "Clara Bow" (2024)OK, not to be ridiculous but I am quite sure this is not only the best song on her new (love it or hate it) Pop Culture-era defining / smashing gargantuan album - it is also the best song I think she's ever written imo - or at least the most sneakily deceptive one that presents itself as simple and direct.......and I'm hardly a Swiftie so you can all suck my dick.......   Incredibly complex - for a Pop Song - in equating Clara Bow - the "it" girl to another one ( Stevie Nicks) to a fictional one who "looks" like "Taylor Swift" but has "edge she never did".......the song is simultaneous hopeful, a warning, optimistic and crushingly sad, a song sung by a young woman who is afraid she is getting old........and knows she is and is resigned to it...... It's maybe the best and most thought provoking Pop since MIA did Paper Planes - almost 20 years ago and it rhymes "happened" with Manhattan and "lips" with "eclipse" while playing on the pros and cons of the word "dazzling" while ruminating on a (her) "girlish glow flicker" to comment on the fickleness of fame........ I know, I know......there goes my Punk Rock credibility but a great song is a great song no matter who wrote it or sings it.......and this song is one CMAT could have written.......and nobody called ma a wussy for loving CMAT......pfffft
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Post by urbanpatrician on Apr 21, 2024 20:08:44 GMT
Taylor Swift's "Clara Bow" (2024)OK, not to be ridiculous but I am quite sure this is not only the best song on her new (love it or hate it) Pop Culture-era defining / smashing gargantuan album - it is also the best song I think she's ever written imo - or at least the most sneakily deceptive one that presents itself as simple and direct.......and I'm hardly a Swiftie so you can all suck my dick....... Incredibly complex - for a Pop Song - in equating Clara Bow - the "it" girl to another one ( Stevie Nicks) to a fictional one who "looks" like "Taylor Swift" but has "edge she never did".......the song is simultaneous hopeful, a warning, optimistic and crushingly sad, a song sung by a young woman who is afraid she is getting old........and knows she is and is resigned to it...... It's maybe the best and most thought provoking Pop since MIA did Paper Planes - almost 20 years ago and it rhymes "happened" with Manhattan and "lips" with "eclipse" while playing on the pros and cons of the word "dazzling" while ruminating on a (her) "girlish glow flicker" to comment on the fickleness of fame........ I know, I know......there goes my Punk Rock credibility but a great song is a great song no matter who wrote it or sings it.......and this song is one CMAT could have written.......and nobody called ma a wussy for loving CMAT......pfffft PACINOYES. You've been flirting with the Swiftie side for 4 years now. Maybe it's time to come over........ Swifties are so cool. Really. They have some serious energy. They MOSTLY never gave Emma Stone more than 12 seconds of thoughts in their life. They're greatly anticipating a 2024 Zendaya takeover. FEMININE POWER unite. And.... ain't no one gonna call anyone a wuss for liking CMAT, or Taylor. There are many musically savvy people who listen to TeeTee. As for CMAT.... I still haven't seen many people listen to her, but she's really under the radar. |
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Post by pacinoyes on Sept 15, 2024 19:12:39 GMT
.....................On the Secret History of Rock and Roll..............again
Them
You Just Can't Win (June, 1965)
I'm going to be real blunt - Morrison made a major all timer solo song masterpiece (T.B. Sheets - 1967 covered in this thread btw) and a no shit genius all timer top 10 album of the 60s - his singular major solo album masterpiece Astral Weeks (1968) - which was about alcoholism ...........crossdressing (um)...............Death(s).........getting your heart ripped out and the passage of time.........not necessarily in that order.
This early song - written by the man himself - is one of the earliest Rock songs of sociopathy - about mocking someone cruelly and faux sympathy (and stalking) - and is THE song where he stamped his signature vocal style of elongating words and clipping them - so it sounded simultaneously like singing AND talking .........of rushing and pausing often within the same short vocal passage.
Tremendously sinister classic and like his later masterpieces....he sings the shit out of this song............
The Rolling Stones used this song, loose subject matter and vocal style a year later with Paint It Black and Under My Thumb ...........and the amount of thought that goes into singing this song - is usually reserved for cover versions (the even earlier The Animals - House of the Rising Sun etc)..........but those were altered copies of copies........Morrison applied it to himself and his own creation.........and the results are just thrilling in the context of a band........if you knew where to look I mean........
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Post by pacinoyes on Sept 29, 2024 14:03:33 GMT
Ruminations on Stephen Duffy.............Dave Kusworth....The (Subterranean) Hawks....and the "original" version of "The Big Store"
Stephen Duffy - sort of a pre-Morrissey (less poetic, also less sensitive) and Dave Kusworth sort of a pre-Johhny Marr (less gifted, more Keith Richards though) formed the Hawks well before The Smiths but where The Smiths seemed to speak to an audience no one knew existed (literate, possibly bisexual (um), exceedingly self-aware) the Hawks spoke to an audience that already was far too known:
Schizophrenic, confused, drug-addled, lost.
The Hawks never made a proper album and didn't really have a discernible style .......but they were at times - great and like all great Rock and Roll fronted by men of questionable bitchy masculinity (Jagger, Bolan, Bowie, er, Morrissey) the fact that Duffy sings his own song - later immortalized / covered by Kusworth's own band - The Jacobites - is a revelation........ Duffy - the original lead singer of Duran Duran ffs - becomes Kusworth's co-conspirator against mass commercialism, class, self-worth, loathing, and the price you / we put on it all......when he name drops himself into the song ("fun time Stevie")....he makes it personal......eerie.......unexpected.......moving
"Mass bohemianism" is how this effect is - often contradictory btw - called - for less than 4 minutes it says a lot tbh.....
This song existed in a previous form (I guess) with Nick Rhodes in a more synth version (the "Duran Duran" lineup known as The Devils) - but it is this version and also Kusworth's later cover that taps into that "bohemian" vein......the secret history of Rock and Roll and all that is messy and thrilling about it....
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