The cinematography is beautiful. It’s the first thing I notice. If the first film was glorious Disney sparkle and the sixth was eerie and blue, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt 2 goes straight for post-apocalyptic grey. It’s as bleached and hopeless as Terminator 4, but has the poetry and grace of the first Pirates of the Caribbean. It could be Gore Verbinski at the helm, and that is high praise, but fair: Potter 7 pt 2 is a very good film.
1. New “Pottermore” Harry Potter project revealed
Even though it turned out to be a damp squib, it was fun to be drawn into the hype for just a moment.
2. 10 Sexiest Nerds
Most hits on that page come via searches for Wil Wheaton. I wonder if he’ll be in the next series of The Guild?
3. Aphex Twin – Windowlicker
A five-minute, throwaway post on an intriguing video inexplicably became hugely popular.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen a man crash through a window swinging on the “rope” of another man’s intestine. That was unnecessary.” But then, Robert Rodriguez isn’t renowned for his subtlety.
I’m currently addicted to cheese. Well, it’s more of a craving, but my fascination with Applewood smoked cheddar is certainly pronounced. It’s a different type of cheese, however, that we’re going to enjoy today: the not-so-guilty-pleasure of anyone who was female and under 15 in the 1980s.
When I was about nine years old, I went on an adventure.
Current status: splitting headache, so I’m going to be lazy and revert to my easy-to-write “30 day song challenge” meme. Ugh. I still feel queasy, too. Not a good day. Shutting up about self, writing about music.
Pink Floyd’s Hey You was my joint-favourite from The Wall with Comfortably Numb. For many years they’ve competed to be my Favourite Song Of All Time: each is absolutely emotionally devastating. They don’t so much tug at your heartstrings as rip them out, stick them through a cheese grater and then pour vinegar all over them. Continue reading
The popularity of bands like Warpaint and the apparent revival of Shoegazing reminds me of one of my favourite bands from the 1990s. Although the band released three full-length albums, Nothing Natural is the song I immediately think of when I remember that band. They could release it now and not sound out of place, given the current state of the indie scene. The dreamy, trippy combination of Miki Berenyi and Emma Anderson on vocals/guitars, and that insistent bassline played by that bloke whose name nobody can remember. Unassuming, sweet Chris on the drums, bless him! The hours I spent trying to dye my hair like Miki’s – but I never had the (bleach) bottle to go that bright. It wouldn’t have suited me anyway. Looked great on her, though.
I was having a bit of a DVD marathon today, re-watching the Harry Potter films in advance of seeing part 2 of Deathly Hallows next week. It occurred to me, while watching the films, that you could have slipped any number of lines from other films into the dialogue with nobody much noticing the difference. For example:
For the past 29 years, I have been known on occasion to wander around singing this song. It’s my ultimate “happy” song. It’s also terrifying to me now to realise that when Annie came out I was even younger than little Molly in this clip.
As usual, I’ve left it far too late to write anything meaningful, so here’s the last thing I listened to before going to bed tonight. I’m pretty glad he abandoned his plan to write 50 albums – I’d be bankrupt!
Post-punk Renaissance Man Martin Atkins (drummer for Public Image Ltd, NIN, Ministry; boss of Invisible Records; teacher of students, etc) has uploaded his latest book, Welcome to the Music Industry – You’re F***ed, for free.