The next post I make will be Come On, Let's Go's one-year anniversary post. That's one year of pop culture minutia and passing off music videos as blog posts. In the meanwhile, I'm attempting to write a paper on the aesthetics of Ronald Reagan's speeches. So here's a music video for "New Orleans," off the upcoming Former Ghosts album new love:
This has been my most anticipated album of 2010, ever since I found out about it a week ago. God knows I still regularly listen to Fleurs on repeat.
CJ turned me onto the new game by Gregory Weir, who Kongregate devotees may remember as the creator of How To Raise A Dragon. The Day is a great oh shit-moment video game as I've ever seen. I can't really say any more than that. It's real short; it won't take you longer than fifteen minutes or so to get both endings but do get both endings. Just start off playing cards first...
Today I wrote a paper on the genealogy of the Levites in the Old Testament. Here's some equal parts Ramayan and Zep:
You know All-Star Superman, that absolutely amazing Grant Morrison/Frank Quitely Superman Comic I've touted the virtues at least on two separate occasions? Well, hot on the heels of the Jason Todd-unearthing, Watchmen-referencing Batman: Under the Red Hood (which I have not yet seen) Justice League: Crisis on Two Earths, which is partially based on a different Morrison/Quitely story is All-Star Superman ...the movie!
Like all the other post-DCAU films, the film has a modified DCAU style and, once again, all new voices. I'm not quite sure why this keeps happening, but, hey, Christina Hendricks is Lois Lane and that's a good enough fit for me. It seems like they're going to take out all the storylines that don't directly involve Superman and Lex Luthor -- I somehow doubt any of the Bizarro stuff, which is really the icing on that series' cake, will make it in -- but hopefully it will be better than nothing. I'm trying to stay positive, although I have to agree with CJ when he said that he "can't wait for this to be decent but not amazing and therefore awful." All-Star Superman is just that sort of a book and unlike other adaptations which can stand beside the original material, this movie will have to prove itself worthy to stand in its shadows. Fingers crossed.
Thanks to Arthur Wyatt for the heads-up.
Japanese arts and science blog Pink Tentacle recently featured "Searching for Paradise," the latest project of painter Shuichi Nakano His site is in Japanese, but here is a translated version which, honestly, creates more questions than it answers. All the paintings feature enormous animals interacting with the Japanese cityscape. Most are relegated to the background in a two-dimensional manner that draws attention to the juxtaposition of the scales; these are not Godzilla-style giant animals running amok, rather there is something wrong with their scaling. Or, perhaps, the wrong-ness lays with the city. Anyhow, my favorite of the paintings is entitled "Chill at 5:25":
EDIT: The artist has let me know that his new English site is up and running.
Co. Pink Tentacle
There's something so ominous about the framing, about the complete disregard of these fish for the city below them. I love it.
I just missed three good shows in a row. Sleigh Bells, Wavves and Crocodiles played on three consecutive days and, planning to go to at least a single concert, I missed all of them. I don't terribly regret it; Wavves I've already seen and Sleigh Bells' and Crocodiles' shows don't seem to be terrible interesting, at least according to YouTube. In fact So, to make up for it, I decided to seek out their latest videos...
I think I've had some sort of desolate summertime imagery overdose. I mean, I knew the bands had plenty in common – their audience most of all – but my god is this overlap ridiculous. Not as ridiculous as Wavves selling branded weed grinders, however:
This short film entitled 8BITS is a violent little romp in a surreal world. It features a crackshot hero in heart boxers, a slug-like bad guy who can anaglyphically split himself, and an alien damsel-in-distress who has the ability to “downgrade” reality using any number of platform game tropes and images. Shout-outs to classic games abound, and not just in the graphics. The soundtrack switches to chiptune when the world loses a dimension, and the film regularly samples effects from old games. One particularly bright note was a half-second scene where the protagonist enters a pipe with the spin dash sound effect from Sonic: The Hedgehog 2 and emerges using the pipe-travel sound from Super Mario Bros. That's the kind of fetishistic attention to detail I really enjoy.
Inspired by Julie Taymor's 1999 film Titus, an adaptation of Shakespeare's Titus Andronicus, I entered a high school Shakespeare competition and recited the following monologue in front of roughly two hundred people in an auditorium meant for six thousand. Before that day I had no idea that I was cursed with horrible, horrible stagefright. Hell of a way to find out.
34 ½ St. Mark's Pl., 2005
Once in a while, I randomly encounter the artistic products of the East Village, the Manhattan neighborhood that just so happened to be my teenage stomping grounds and early-20s area of employment. The avant garde-ness had long died down by the time I got there; outside of roving bands of streetpunks, there wasn't much left to connect the turn-of-the-millenium Village to its glorious fin de siècle in the 1980s. The art scene was completing its migration into Brooklyn, where it still resides today. The old punk rock shops were being replaced, one-by-one, by Japanese restaurants and the drag queens gave way to NYU undergrads looking for something to wear to 80s night at the long-since-tamed Pyramid Club. Sure, you could always find traces of the old Village if you looked hard enough – hell I punched the clock at one of the last independent punk rock boutiques – but everyone knew that whatever it was the East Village ever was, whether personally or by hand-me-down memories, was in its death throes. And that's why it is always nice to see evidence that it was once more far-out that I could ever imagine. Like when I came across these videos by artist Tom Rubnitz. Camp, LSD and yesteryear's consumer culture all combine into … well … just have a look: