Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Breathing House of Leaves Tattoos

Everybody knows how much I love Six Feet Under and, after five incredible seasons, its finale and last sequence with Claire driving cross-country and time passing on relentlessly. And I love the song that plays over it and have listened to it so many times but I just came around to see the actual music video of it for the first time: Sia - Breathe Me

Why does it remind me of House of Leaves so much? Along with the video, I think, the song reverberates much much more with the book than Poe's Haunted or Angry Johnny.

Talking about House of Leaves, I came across this book cover art by Bas Alberts, which made 3rd place in the 50 Watts' polish book cover contest:

Since I liked it so much, I altered it and put it on a shirt. It's under a creative commons license and I only have to give the designer's name, which I did above and will tell everybody who asks me about the shirt.


Note: The blue leaves are actually navy-blue and the square next to the word House is exactly 5/16 of an inch big + the whole thing and therefore the words are mirrored. Then I made something up for the back, too.



I still need some suggestions for a House of Leaves inspired tattoo. Shouldn't be as big as these:




Or maybe something Bret Easton Ellis?


or David Foster Wallace?

Why couldn't I find a pic of a thumper tattoo barely an inch from a shaved pussy? This is the internet! Has nobody got such a tattoo? I can hardly believe that.

Monday, October 31, 2011

October 2011 Wind-up

I have so many excuses for this. Unfortunately they are all not very convincing. Not a single one, actually. I haven't read on in Gravity's Rainbow for over a month now. Yes. I know. Shame on me. And shame, indeed, I feel. It also took me over 6 months to finish Infinite Jest, which holds a very special place among all of my other reading experiences now. And the last episode that I read of GR was really really good. Slothrop on his British-candy binge. Hilarious. Something terrible must have happened at that point in my life that prevented me from reading on. Is something good about to happen to get me started again? I will let you know.

Stuff that I bought in October:
  • Books:
    • Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted
    • Tama Janowitz, The Male Cross-Dresser Support Group
    • Zadie Smith (ed.), The Book of Other People
    • Gabriel García Márquez; Leben, um davon zu erzählen (Living to Tell the Tale)
    • Roland Barthes, Mythen des Alltags (Mythologies)
  • Tickets for performances:
    • Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
    • Elfriede Jelinek, Das Werk/Im Bus/Ein Sturz
    • Giuseppe Verdi, La Traviata
    • Giacomo Puccini, Tosca
    • Tonights Anti-Halloween Show at the Sonic Ballroom with Cologne HC-Punkband My Defense
  • Movie theater tickets:
    • Lars Von Trier, Melancholia
    • Steven Soderbergh, Contagion


    Stuff that I read, watched, listened to, saw, attended, whatever, this month:
    • Bush (everything)
    • Jonathan Coe, The House of Sleep (to be contd.)
    • The Believer Book of Writers Talking To Writers (contd.)
    • Some (very, very few) of Immanuel Kant's Kritik der Urteilskraft (Critique of Judgement)
    • Jefferson Airplane, The Best Of
    • Lars Von Trier, Melancholia
    • Steven Soderbergh, Contagion
    • Giuseppe Verdi, La Traviata
    • Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
    • Duncan Jones, Source Code
    • Dexter, season 6
    • Bored To Death, season 3
    • How To Make It In America, season 1
    • Some live-tennis, especially China Open and Istanbul Masters

      I'm not ready to say something of value about Melancholia, so I will say something that is probably equally not of value about Jonathan Coe's The House of Sleep. To have bought this novel on a flea market a few months ago was a very unlikely move for me. I neither knew the author nor the book title and judged solely from its front jacket, which depicts a bed of nails, and its back jacket, which tells me about narcoleptics and film afficionados drawn together in a gothic manor, that it would make for a nice little read. And it does, kind of. Nothing more to be said about this one.

      I don't have much time, so everything in telegram style from now on: Like new season of Dexter. Not so much as masterpiece first season. Bored to Death don't like George this season. His role too dumb now. Like women's tennis dresses. Source Code evil military propaganda. Death not enough for soldier to serve country. Wonderful afterlife awaits after death in military. Contagion real nice epidemic movie. Question Soderbergh leaves (intentionally?) open: What about highly aggressive mutated virus in Durban cluster? We (western civilization) just don't give shit and let poor people in South Africa die? Like Jefferson Airplane. La Traviata dumb opera. Opera's contemporary place only in other fiction as nice backdrop. Like Batman. Jelinek's Ein Sturz best play in long time. Get chance to c My Defense live? Go do it. Don't like hardcore but their gigs rock like fuck.

        Saturday, October 01, 2011

        September 2011 Wind-up

        Since I wrote about 90% of all posts from my former workplace (former, yes, indeed. But don't worry, they didn't fire me for blogging related reasons) there hasn't been much posting in the last couple months on my behalf. So I decided, like, today, that I at least give you little list-like impressions of what is, or rather was, going on in my literary, filmic, musical or otherwise musings once a month. This is less inspired than just kicked-off by Nick Hornby's monthly column "Stuff I've Been Reading" for The Believer, which I've been reading this month. Actually I just read it a couple minutes ago. Since I hadn't known at the beginning of the month that I would start such an endeavor at it's very end, I have to guess some of the stuff that made apparances this September of 2011 but failed to inscribe itself deeply into my memory. And since, quoting Bill Pullman in "Lost Highway", 'I like to remember things in my own way, not necessarily in the way they happened', don't blame me if any of the following, or preceding, for that matter, information is incorrect or fails to register with whatever fascist-mode of truth your brain is operating on. So, here it goes:

        Stuff that I bought:
        • Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds, BluRay
        • Marcel Proust, Auf der Suche nach der verlorenen Zeit, 13 Bd.
        • Sigmund Freud, Vorlesungen zur Einführung in die Psychoanalyse & Psychologie des Unbewußten
        • Ernest Hemingway, Tod am Nachmittag
        • Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
        • J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
        • The Believer, September 2011 issue
        • The Believer Book of Writers Talking To Writers (Revised & Expanded)
        • A ticket for the upcoming BUSH concert in Cologne on Nov, 8th 2011

        Stuff that I read and watched and listened to:
        • Bush, The Sea of Memories
        • Daily Bread; Well, You're not invited
        • The Decemberists, Calamity Song
        • Quentin Tarantino, Inglourious Basterds
        • Lars Von Trier, The Element of Crime
        • Lars Von Trier, Epidemic
        • Lars Von Trier, Europa
        • Lars Von Trier, Breaking The Waves
        • Lars Von Trier, The Idiots
        • Lars Von Trier, Dogville
        • Lars Von Trier, Manderlay
        • Jorgen Leth, The Perfect Human
        • Lars Von Trier, The Five Obstructions
        • Lars Von Trier, The Boss of it All
        • Thomas Vinterberg, Dear Wendy
        • Seth Gordon, Horrible Bosses
        • John Michael McDonagh, The Guard
        • Californication, Season 4
        • some U.S. Open
        • Bernhard Schlink, Der Vorleser
        • Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close
        • The Believer, September 2011 issue (unfinished yet, it's a bathroom read)
        • The Believer Book of Writers Talking To Writers (same as above)
        • David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction (in ASFTINDA)
        • Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow (not finished yet)

        Well, what can I say? I was preparing for Lars Von Trier's Melancholia by watching all, almost, the stuff that I hadn't watched before and by rewatching all the stuff that I had watched before. And although Dancer In The Dark and Antichrist and Riget are not on that list, I pretty much got it all covered. I have to say that I was really surprised of the variety of his work. Especially his early Europa-trilogy is quite distinct from his later works in visual as well as in narrative style. All of them, The Element Of Crime, Epidemic, Europa, and Dogville at the very forefront, distinguish him as a master storyteller. And apart from the gut-wrenching border-crossings of the human soul starting with Breaking The Waves, he can just as easily pull off an extremely funny comedy like The Boss Of It All. Alright, yes. The last 15 or so years have been a constant tumbling down the rabbit hole of depression and we will have to see if Melancholia will be the end of that or just another apex in his CV. But even in this condition he is an extremely gifted filmmaker. I'm looking forward to everything he gets on the big screen.

        Proust: I do not know when or if I will ever have the time to read him but this complete German edition of his À la recherche du temps perdu smiled at me from an 'each book 1€' flea market box. I got the whole bunch for 9€! Also, since I once owned the complete Freud Studienausgabe and sold it on eBay several years ago and now it costs like 100€ up and I'm trying to get my hands back at those books, I got volumes I and III for a euro each at the flea-market. The Hemingway I bought for my brother since he loved The Old Man And The Sea and The Sun Also Rises so much, but doesn't read English so well, hence the German edition. Death In The Afternoon was the only Hemingway I could find there and since there was the very last bullfight in Barcelona this week I thought it would be a nice gift. I mailed the book to him and he didn't respond whatsoever to this niceness of mine. Hm...


        Today I bought the Salinger and Lolita. And this is probably the very first time in my life that I bought something for myself of which I have a perfectly good copy at home already. The Catcher In The Rye, that is. Actually there had already been two copies on the bookshelf, the other one belongs to my girlfriend. But I just couldn't resist the wonderful book jacket. It looks so graceful and dignified. I had to buy it. And then I had to think of that Mel Gibson flick, Conspiracy Theory, in which he owns a couple dozen copies of this very novel but can't give a reason why. Or at least I didn't get to know the reason, I never watched the movie, but know just that one scene. Weird, isn't it?


        And I stumbled upon The Believer magazine, which is a part of McSweeney's, which, respectively, is owned and published by Dave Eggers, sort of, because of an interview with Don DeLillo and Bret Easton Ellis, so naturally I had to get ahold of a copy. There is also an interview with Jason Schwartzman in it. But this darn Ellis DeLillo interview is ONE YEAR OLD!!! It took place in Paris in October 2010 when both of them promoted their latest novels, Imperial Bedrooms and Point Omega, respectively. And since I'm an avid reader of DeLillo and Ellis interviews, there was about nothing new in it, because they told all that stuff to dozens of other interviewers already. That sucked. The Believer Book of Writer's Talking To Writers arrived a couple days later and at least I do not know so much of the contents of those interviews beforehand, because, frankly, I know just about half a dozen of the (three and a half dozen) writers featured in it. And that is a good thing. I like interviews with writers and those are quite interesting. They nevertheless never reach the quality or length of those featured in The Paris Review.


        And the really big thing after Lars Von Trier: I, as you already know, started reading Gravity's Rainbow. I'm about 130 pages deep now and don't really have any words that I would want to W.A.S.T.E. upon this. Therefore I will end this post with the video for The Decemberists's Calamity Song. And I have to make that clear: It is the video, not the song that I like and appreciate for obvious reasons.

        Wednesday, June 08, 2011

        Temporal Dynamics II - media and attention

        Time is of the essence. Go back two posts or click here if you forgot all about Temporal Dynamics. If not, just read on.

        I want to say something about the media. And boredom. And time. And how everything connects, enhancing my theoretic field of Temporal Dynamics.

        Go back some more posts and listen to this, again. Really, try it. Take your time. Just click on the song, close your eyes and get into it. Do it.

        What you just experienced was 6'32'' of highly structured time. Interesting or boring? Maybe you weren't able to pay enough attention to it since this is the internet and 6 minutes 32 seconds requires an almost excessive attention span in this medium. Meaning also that you decided to not listen to it at all because you already did that when I originally posted this. Or that you stopped listening after a couple minutes, seconds maybe. Right now, writing this and fighting for words, I feel a strong urge to go check my emails again, although I did exactly that a couple minutes ago. Thank God I don't have a facebook profile. Ok, so, on we go. Possible other reasons you were bored or distracted (a problem with or deficit in attention): You don't like that kind of music, probably don't like music at all. That would fall into the category of preference and has to do with seeking out of patterns. Maybe also with a whole lot of other stuff, that is too complicated to go into here (as if I knew). Let's say preference is an inclination to known (and somehow positively attributed) patterns. Those patterns arise, blablabla, socialization, chance events and such. Another reason for you having been bored with the piece of music might have been that you do not generally dislike that kind of music, but that you actually have no frame of reference whatsoever to process it, meaning there's no pattern recognition at all. When I went to see the world premiere of Stockhausen's complete Sonntag aus Licht last month, I was generally interested in music, also of course interested in Stockhausen's music, but since I didn't know shit about or had ever heard anything by him before, I just didn't know what was going on. And this is the highpoint of structural compositioning! So I just didn't have the proper tools to break the music down into recognisable and coherent pieces of information. So what was more interesting to me were the accompanying performances and certain aspects of the presentation. The music as such (which was for sale for about 350,- € on 5 CDs) was rather boring to me. Again, because I couldn't parse it's components and structure due to lack of a frame of reference. But that would hardly ever happen with the Bright Eyes song.

        So, music is highly structured time and depending on recognized patterns either a) worthwhile and interesting (preferred pattern), b) anathema (aversive pattern, which is also interesting but not worthwhile) or c) boring and indifferent (no pattern recognition or an all too familiar pattern that evokes no attention).
        The same with movies (where time is structured down to 1/24th of a second), tv, literature, newspapers, the internet, this very blog that you are reading, all kinds of media that distribute information (and isn't that a defining characteristic of media?).

        The Big Question is what are you paying attention to. How do you want to structure your time? I actually wanted to write something about John Cage's 4'33'' (this is actually the most comprehensible version for internet use) and Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five's famous line "Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time" but got no more time on my hands right now. (Actually, I got loads of time at my hands, but am now moving into a time-zone that's very differently structured.)

        Saturday, May 07, 2011

        is it true what they say about the son of god

         

        The song I'm listening to most for about a week now. Actually there might have been no other: Bright Eyes "Don't Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come"

        Listen closely to the lyrics, very closely. And to Conor's voice. And the guitar. And the amazing base line. And how the song develops and unfolds. Listen closely to the beautiful lines and how Conor's voice gets ugly, spitting and spraying when he sings about the love of his friends. And note that the only love that could possibly reach him through this ugly voice is that of true friends or of a mother - like they say of ugly faces. And note how the song shifts from all his bearings into the desperate rage of uncertainty. Note the drums and the urgency that sets in and how it builds up to the breaking of Conor's voice and the second hit of the orchestra, just to calm down a little, fall down in the dying trumpets (are those trumpets?) and how everything rises again driven by Conor's desperate, helplessly imploring, rock-bottom cry for meaning into the last and final - finally - staggeringly engulfing full hit of the orchestra and the tragedy of all this because there is no meaning. There is no truth.

        Last tickets for the sold-out show in Cologne, E-Werk, June 21 8pm