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Monday, February 28, 2005

And The Oscar Should Have Gone To...

(please note: I probably would have nominated other films & people, so this list should be interpreted as a casting ballot)

The list of SHAME SHAME SHAME On You Academy Members:

Best Picture

Best Director
Martin Scorsese, The Aviator

Best Actor
Leonardo DiCaprio, The Aviator

Best Actress
Kate Winslet, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Best Supporting Actor
Jamie Foxx, Collateral

Best Supporting Actress
Natalie Portman, Closer

Best Adapted Screenplay
Before Sunset, Richard Linklater, Julie Delpy, Ethan Hawke

Best Foreign-Language Film
Downfall (Der Untergang)

Costume Design
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Event

The Passion of the Christ

Sound Mixing
Spider-Man 2

Most Deserving Winners

Okay after a good day sleep, I’m still saddened by the lack of Scorsese recognition but well How Do You See The World? Oscar coverage has to go on. Here’s list of most deserving winners.

Apologies to short film & documentary makers. I have almost seen none of the contenders. Please Sir Academy, send me a dvd next time with all nominations.
Best Writing, Screenplay Written Directly for the Screen
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) - Charlie Kaufman, Michel Gondry, Pierre Bismuth

I’m still not a 100% sure Kaufman should have got it because The Incredibles was equally good (if not better) but anyway a quite funny acceptance speech, a great press meeting and the genius of certain ESotSM scenes deserve this win. Plus three losses in a row would have been scandalous.

Best Animated Feature Film of the Year
The Incredibles (2004) - Brad Bird

The best and most deserving win. Brad Bird, one thing though: a better acceptance speech next time you hear!

Best Achievement in Cinematography
The Aviator (2004) - Robert Richardson

Absolutely the best among the contenders. I wonder why they forgot Mark Beebe but oh well, I love your mum too Mr. Richardson.

Best Achievement in Editing
The Aviator (2004) - Thelma Schoonmaker

Thelma almost moved Marty to tears. A big lady with amazing skills. Well done!

Best Achievement in Art Direction
The Aviator (2004) - Dante Ferretti, Francesca LoSchiavo

Scorsese’s crew just deserves the recognition. They always do such a fine job and Ferretti is an icon. Next time persuade Scorsese to have a better script okay Dante?

Best Achievement in Music Written for Motion Pictures, Original Song
Diarios de motocicleta (2004) - Jorge Drexler ("Al Otro Lado Del Río")

A terrible performance by the comic duo Bandera & Santana but Drexler made it good by singing it himself. The best in his category, plain and simple. Beyoncé I advise you not to set foot in France anytime soon.

Best Achievement in Visual Effects
Spider-Man 2 (2004) - John Dykstra, Scott Stokdyk, Anthony LaMolinara, John Frazier

Woohoo, great to see Spider-Man 2 get some attention too. Nice job, folks!!

Best Achievement in Sound Editing
The Incredibles (2004) - Michael Silvers, Randy Thom

Randy Thom, stop editing so many films okay! Two nominations in the same category is quite embarrassing if you ask me. You’re good though, way too good. Props.

Oscar Fashion Police: Strange Things Will Happen If You Don't Lock Me Up With These Women

The Best Overall Award
Kate Winslet

The I Don't Want You To Meet Billy Award
Natalie Portman

The I Wanted To See Much More Of You During Ceremony And Understand Why Ethan Left Uma Award
Julie Delpy

The I Still Love You Deeply Despite That Hair Award
Scarlett Johansson

Oscar Fashion Police: These Killer Men Rule

The Best Overall Award
Johnny Depp

The You Gotta Play Bill Borochowitz Award
Paul Giamatti

The Please Get Him Out of This Ceremony Award
Mike Leigh

The I Wanna Smoke Dope With Burroughs In Marrakech too Award
Spike Lee

Most Sincere Speech

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You're very kind. And I thank you. From the time I did my first movie, I, needless to say, like everyone else, started to fantasize about Oscar. And I was lucky enough to be nominated on the first movie so I started to fantasize about the speech. And I was a real smart aleck, and I thought I would say something like, "I don't want to thank anybody. I did it alone." It wasn't true but I thought it would be a way of getting a little attention.

When Frank Pierson called me about receiving this one, of course I started thinking about the speech again. And I realized that if I totaled up all the "thank yous" I've heard in all these years, I wouldn't be able to thank all the people that I really want to. I'm not just talking about the glorious talents I've worked with on both sides of the camera. But there are so many with whom I've never even worked, that I owe so much.

I mean, how do I thank Spielberg and Scorsese and Coppola? How do I thank Jean Vigo, Carl Dreyer, Willy Wyler, and Kurosawa, and Buster Keaton? And I'm not mentioning the ones I really stole from.

What about the Epsteins for writing a line like, "Here's lookin' at you, kid"? Or Wilder and Diamond for, "Well, nobody's perfect." Or Faragoh for, "Mother of god, is this the end of Rico?" So, what I guess it comes down to, I'd like to thank the movies. I know that sounds general. But it's very real to me. I've got the best job in the best profession in the world. So, I just want to thank all of it. And, of course, the ones who've paid more dues than I have. Thank you Piedy, Amy, Jenny. See you later.

Original Screenplay

ps hahah oh my, check this back stage oscar press interview with Charlie Kaufman. Pathetic questions with great reactions from Charlie & Gondry!

Spread the word on the internet: WE DON'T OWN ANY EASTWOOD FILM.

or how Marty Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick YAWN A Big FUCK YOU to the Academy

I am gutted. Absolutely gutted. I just told you The Aviator didn't deserve the praise it's been gettin but still I cannot believe Marty lost Best Director. FOR FUCK's SAKE!!!! FUCK EASTWOOD. FUCK SPACE COWBOY CLINT.

Do you Academy nitwits really want Scorsese to come and get some lousy lifetime achievement award like Lumet because you were too dumb to give him a proper one?????

MARTY MARTY MARTY don't give up. A very very b.i.g. heads up to you and Stanley. You incorporate what cinema is. You have a love for what you do. You embrace cinema. And you did it. Your films showed em. I mean really how many dvds, vhs, laserdiscs or avi's of Clint Eastwood films you got in your movie collection? Check it and then tell me this list isn't an IN YOUR FACE to imposters like Eastwood and the Schmacademy members:

The Aviator (2004)
Gangs of New York (2002)
Bringing Out the Dead (1999)
Mio viaggio in Italia, Il (1999)
Kundun (1997)
Casino (1995)
The Age of Innocence (1993)
Cape Fear (1991)
Made in Milan (1990)
Goodfellas (1990)
New York Stories (1989) (segment "Life Lessons")
The Last Temptation of Christ (1988)
The Color of Money (1986)
After Hours (1985)
The King of Comedy (1983)
Raging Bull (1980)
The Last Waltz (1978)
New York, New York (1977)
Taxi Driver (1976)
Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974)
Italianamerican (1974)
Mean Streets (1973)
Boxcar Bertha (1972)
Street Scenes (1970)
The Big Shave (1967)

Spread the word on the internet:

(and don't take ceremonies as serious as I do kids :)
(it was a not so boring oscar year after all heh)

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Natalie Kate Natalie Kate!!

Bullocks, what a damn boring oscar year (again?). There's just not one film I can fully support (yeah well The Incredibles but that movie's only nominated for Best Animation). Now I have to admit, I've only seen a few films of the list, so maybe I'm being premature but still Ray, Finding Neverland and Hotel Rwanda just don't look too promising.

And well, the main contender, The Aviator, what can I say? It was too old grandeur, Marty. It's nice, Leo's good but I miss you Marty. I truly do. Forget the classic Hollywood formula film, it's not your thing.

Then Sideways. Okay, it was entertaining yeah but the academy dipshits forgot to nominate the best thing about it: Paul Giamatti! Plus Payne should get credit for the script, not the production.

So what does this leave me with? Beauty folks. I'm just rooting for beauty tonight. Kate Winslet and Natalie Portman should get on stage together and make out or something.

And please someone slap Clive Owen in the face.

iacere umorem coniectum in corpora quaeque


This craving ’tis that’s Venus unto us:
From this, engender all the lures of love,
From this, O first hath into human hearts
Trickled that drop of joyance which ere long
Is by chill care succeeded. Since, indeed,
Though she thou lovest now be far away,
Yet idol-images of her are near
And the sweet name is floating in thy ear.
But it behooves to flee those images;
And scare afar whatever feeds thy love;
And turn elsewhere thy mind; and vent the sperm,
Within thee gathered, into sundry bodies,
Nor, with thy thoughts still busied with one love,
Keep it for one delight, and so store up
Care for thyself and pain inevitable.
For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing
Grows to more life with deep inveteracy,
And day by day the fury swells aflame,
And the woe waxes heavier day by day—
Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows
The former wounds of love, and curest them
While yet they’re fresh, by wandering freely round
After the freely-wandering Venus, or
Canst lead elsewhere the tumults of thy mind.

Nor doth that man who keeps away from love
Yet lack the fruits of Venus; rather takes
Those pleasures which are free of penalties.
For the delights of Venus, verily,
Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.

(c) Lucretius: De Rerum Natura IV
Translated to English by William Ellery Leonard

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I had my first wet dream in a sleepin' bag.

I really need to catch up with the 29-year old upcoming maverick director David Gordon Green, who's already done three feature films by now: George Washington (2000), All the Real Girls (2003) and Undertow (2004). The latter was produced by Ed Pressmann and Terence Malick, which tells me I might like it.

Apparrantly Green is also a big 70's fan. He comes up with lots and lots of recommendations. Check it out:

In Cold Blood
Macon County Line
The Winner
Walking Tall
Smokey and the Bandit
Dirty Larry Crazy Mary
White Lightning
Electra Glide in Blue
Billy Jack
Stroker Ace
Eat My Dust
Grand Theft Auto

Alot to track down but might be worth it cause if you're touting Thunderbolt and Lightfoot, Deliverance and Badlands as the three greatest movies in the world, you know what you're doing.

Extra link: David Gordon Green interview

The Terror Inside My Head

Chasing Sleep

Basically a 104-minute version of an i.e.g. short. I'm surprised at the amount of people over at that don't seem to get it. A film gets sort of boring when you've already figured out the only clue after 20 minutes. I guess I watch too many movies.

Still, Mr. M. Walker gets a prize for hilarous end credits. The very last words you see said:

The director would like to mention that he was not going 92 miles an hour when he was pulled over in Waterlou Township and should have his fine refunded and an apology sent to him.
Amen to that.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

How come all your friends are on their way to being somebody else?

Larry's a poet.
But he works for an advertising agency.

Sally's an actress.
But works for a photographer.

Pat's a novelist.
But you're working for an insurance company now, aren't you?

(c) Serpico

Hermann Salt

Was that life. Well then, once again!

Dear Hunter Stockton Thompson,
May you have found peace with the demon.

What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you in your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!"

Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: "You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine!" If this thought gained possession of you, it would change you as you are or perhaps crush you; the question in each and every thing, "Do you desire this once more, and innumerable times more?" would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight! Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?

F.W. Nietzsche in The Gay Science

Monday, February 21, 2005

Why Marlon Brando Should Have Made It Through One More Snowy Year

Apparantly on the set of the movie The Score Marlon had some rough time with the director Frank Oz, who's also known for bringing life to Yoda in Star Wars and such Muppet Show characters as Animal, Fozzie Bear and Miss Piggy.

At one point it is believed Marlon said to him:

You're not going to control me. I'm not Miss Piggy. You're not gonna stick your hand up my butt.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Minnie Monnie Shoutout For Real.

Okay let me try and do this a little better cause the update is massive indeed. I kind of shrugged when I read this email about a Pixbo Productions 10th anniversary. That just seemed totally unrealistic for some 23-year old to do but then I remembered last year how I was sitting in this quiet vibrant room with all the original equipment and records and you could just picture this kid fooling around, already producing the most clever sounds.

And just a few years later, that same kid who still had to reach the big one eight, outclassed a whole bunch of people (including the one and only Wes P Styles aka Diplo) with such an amazing technique and a song named after the woman he had a huge fancy for: Peggy Lipton.

And I stopped shrugging. It was already there, it still is and will be. With a catalogue that fills up more than one shelve of my collection.

Now this young person has made the best crunk guide to pixbo productions / structures sonores. There are eleven songs made availabe as a free download. Free you hear. That means if you don't click that 'save as' button right now, you won't know what will hit you in the face the next few years.

Saturday, February 19, 2005


The good people of Foxy Digitalis started a blog and a podcast .

ch-eck ch-eck!


what's the word on this movie????

In order to generate more endorsement revenue, Champion City's resident superhero Captain Amazing arranges for the release of supervillian Casanova Frankenstein, only to be captured by him. The city's fate rests in the hands of seven loser superhero wannabes: the fork-flinging Blue Rajah, the shovel-wielding Shoveler, the posessed bowling ball-hurling Bowler, the flatulent Spleen, the only-when-nobody's-looking Invisible Boy, the mysterious Sphinx, and the perpetually-angry Mr. Furious.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Hear Hear.

Viktor Sjöberg is celebrating 10 years of pixbo productions / structures sonores this year.

Which means: free music @

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Instead of dropping the soap

try making PRUNO:

Pruno, a prison wine created from fruit, sugar and ketchup, is such a vile and despicable beast in the California state penal system that prisoners can't eat fresh fruit at lunch.

Back in December 2002, the warden at Lancaster prison in Los Angeles County removed fresh fruit from box lunches in the maximum-security lockup, as an effort to reduce violence. Apparently, sober, scurvy-addled felons are much easier to control than drunken, violent convicts.

So, perhaps this plan is flawed. And perhaps it's also worth noting that exactly one year earlier at a different L.A. County prison -- the Peter J. Pitchess Detention Center in Santa Clarita Valley -- hatched a scheme to let inmates pick grapes at a winery and shag golf balls at a local driving range. While the County's effort to combat pruno are suspect, there's no deny that pruno is a huge problem, increasing the levels of violence and allowing convicts to continue their had habits while in prison.

In the first 270 days of 2002, staff at Lancaster prison were assaulted 102 times -- about once every three days.

By most accounts, pruno isn't something a normal human would want to drink, so potent that two gallons is said to be "a virtual liquor store," enough to get a dozen people mindblowingly wasted. And while it tastes so putrid that even hardened prisoners gulp it down while holding their noses, they'll go to incredible lengths to make it, whipping up batches from frosting, yams, raisins and damn near everything.

What's all this fuss about? Check The Black Table's recipe.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005


Props to Stnate for starting the very interesting Skeptics' Circle:

The Skeptics' Circle is a biweekly carnival for bloggers who apply critical thought to questionable stories. Subjects include frequently repeated urban legends, quackery, pseudoscience, misinterpreted or denied history, analyses of misleading media, and any other articles or essays that fight misinformation with facts.

now that's a punchline

Via boingboing:
Apple has four retail stores in the Los Angeles area, which give the sales associates ample opportunity to rub elbows with Hollywood celebrities. It isn't always pleasant. Melanie Griffith threw a tantrum when she was unable to buy a pink iPod mini early last year, according to the sales associate who tried to serve her. The associate, who asked to remain anonymous, said Griffith came right up to him and "pretty much demanded" a pink iPod mini. The mini was in short supply, and the associate told her there were none in stock. "She then proceeded to get pissed off at me personally because we didn't have any in stock," the associate said. "She said we have a special stock of iPods for people like her.... I hadn't seen any celebrities there up until then, so at first I was like, 'Oh wow, cool, Melanie Griffith.' But then she opened her mouth and used me as a doormat, and I was like, 'What the fuck is this shit? Milk Money sucked.'"

Monday, February 14, 2005

Have you ever smelled the flowers?

David Howard:

One of the most important things I learned from Frank Daniel in the first hour (and throughout our years of working together) was that a story is about the experience you are creating for the audience. Like many beginning writers, I thought all I needed to do was figure out my characters and the world and the conflicts and then the story was done. I didn't realize that is only part of the process. The "telling" in storytelling is consciously striving to have an intended impact on the audience - to give them an exciting and meaningful experience through the lives of the characters. To create that experience we make thousands of decisions about what portion of the lives and world and conflicts we reveal when, in what order, for what impact. That's true storytelling.

I've taken what I've learned in two decades of film study, teaching and extensive professional writing and tried to make it accessible to anyone seriously interested in writing for film and television. I like to say that a lot of the books you find about screenwriting talk very nicely about "flowers." I don't talk much about flowers, I'm a gardener. I've got dirt under my fingernails and I know how much water and fertilizer to spread around. That's what I deal with in How to Build a Great Screenplay - working in the garden of your own imagination and intentions. The results are the flowers; the exhilarating dirty work is what the book is about.


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Ana Na Ming Rooster

You know the life of a musician is like an egg. You start from egg and grow into the chicken.
-- Salif Keita

When you really listen to music, you understand. So did Salif Keita who just provides pure listening pleasure. Pluck your guitar, put on Ana Na Ming and delve in.

Review of Moffou by Rootsworld:
Salif Keita possesses one of the most exquisite voices to ever come out of Mali, the continent of Africa, or anywhere else, for that matter. It is an instrument of miraculous beauty, power, and intuition. His prowess is all the more remarkable in that he is not a Jali (hereditary musician) but a renegade nobleman who was forced to rely entirely on his wits and native ability. He is also an Albino, which often carries a strong negative stigma in parts of Africa. He struck out on his own as a young man, moving to the capitol city of Bamako, where he eventually came up through the ranks of the legendary Rail Band (his 20-minute-long recording of "Mandjou" remains a must-hear track.) He later helped found another seminal group, Les Ambassadeurs, before heading to Paris and going solo.

In 1987, he achieved an international hit with Soro, a glossy, club-oriented confection produced by Ibrahima Sylla. Several other releases followed; some were better than others. It is interesting to note that one of the best-loved of these was Mansa Of Mali, a neatly assembled career retrospective that showcased decades worth of his finest tunes. However, with Moffou, Keita has finally made the epoch-defining album his admirers have been waiting for and always suspected he had in him. Now in his early fifties, he has never sounded quite so confident, self-aware, and fun-loving. The set commences with "Yamoke," a languid, hip-switching duet between Keita and platinum-selling Cape Verdean diva Cesaria Evora. This cut, with its mellow accordion riffs and sexy call-and-response female choirs, has undeniable crossover appeal and will certainly achieve widespread airplay. Other tunes hint at the slap-happy glory days of eighties Afropop while eschewing the era's telltale, sappy synthesizer patches and impertinent drum machines. But after repeated listening, it is the ballads, simple and usually accompanied only by guitar, that emerge as the heart and soul of Moffou. In them, Keita's life's work is consolidated and glorified via the sympathetic, relaxed maturity of an artist in his prime. His soaring, Islamic-flavored tenor is supported throughout by Kante Manfila's gracious, meticulously crafted acoustic arrangements. Some of Keita's earlier efforts, for all their manifold beauties, have not entirely withstood the ravages of hindsight. Moffou is a classic in the making; it will never, ever sound dated.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Bloody hell... I'm gonna die to Boney M.

Sheer Nothingness in a Pitch Black Void.

Touch it.

and die alone on a glacier to Arvo Pärt.


This DVD box looks pretty massive:

Under the guiding vision of Executive Producer Martin Scorsese, seven directors will explore the blues through their own personal styles and perspectives. The films in the series are motivated by a central theme: how the blues evolved from parochial folk tunes to a universal language.

The seven-part film series includes:
Feel Like Going Home by Martin Scorsese
The Soul of a Man by Wim Wenders
The Road to Memphis by Richard Pearce
Warming by the Devil's Fire by Charles Burnett
Godfathers and Sons by Marc Levin
Red, White & Blues by Mike Figgis
Piano Blues by Clint Eastwood

The Original. Much Funnier.

Billy once again bet on the wrong horse. It's not about that Hippedy Hoppin' VW-ad but all about this tough underground commercial.

Made by Lee and Dan and Snopes will tell you the real truth.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Back To School Indeed

Cannabis sativa and its derivatives are strictly prohibited in Turkey, and the natural correlative of this prescription is that alcohol, far from being frowned upon as it is in other Moslem lands, is freely drunk; being a government monopoly it can be bought at any cigarette counter. This fact is no mere detail; it is of primary social importance, since the psychological effects of the two substances are diametrically opposed to each other. Alcohol blurs the personality by loosening inhibitions. The drinker feels, temporarily at least, a sense of participation. Cannabis abolishes no inhibitions; on the contrary, it reinforces them, pushes the individual further back into the recesses of his own isolated personality, pledging him to contemplation and inaction. It is to be expected that there should be a close relationship between the culture of a given society and the means used by its members to achieve release and euphoria. For Judaism and Christianity the means has always been alcohol; for Islam it has been hashish. The first is dynamic in its effects, the other static. If a nation wishes, however mistakenly, to Westernize itself, first let it give up hashish. The rest will follow, more or less as a matter of course. Conversely, in a Western country, if a whole segment of the population desires, for reasons of protest, to isolate itself in a radical fashion from the society around it, the quickest and surest way is for it to replace alcohol with cannabis.

- Paul Bowles

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Broken Shoes

There is a distinct difference between "suspense" and "surprise", and yet many pictures continually confuse the two. We are now having a very innocent little chat. Let us suppose that there is a bomb underneath this table between us. Nothing happens and then all of a sudden: Boom! There is an explosion. The public is surprised, but prior to this surprise, it has seen an absolutely ordinary scene, of no special consequence. Now let us take a suspense situation. The bomb is underneath the table and the public knows it. The public is aware that the bomb is going to explode at one o'clock and there is a clock in the decor. The public can see that it is a quarter to one. In these conditions the same innocuous conversation becomes fascinating because the public is participating in the scene.
(c) Hitchock by Francois Truffaut

Aim For A Smile

(Willing) Suspension of Disbelief =
a willingness of a reader or viewer to suspend his critical faculties to the extent of ignoring minor inconsistencies so as to enjoy a work of fiction.
The phrase was coined by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1817, writing:
it was agreed, that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic, yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
(c) Biographia Literaria

Tough Guys Down Under

Three very interesting films actually with killer lead performances (Bana being my absolute favorite, he truly is uncle Chop Chop)

Eric Bana as Chopper:
I'm just a bloody normal bloke. A normal bloke who likes a bit of torture.

Russel Crowe as Hando in Romper Stomper:
You look like a bunch of scared rats.

Temuera Morrison as Jake Heke in Once Were Warriors:
Cook the man some fucking eggs.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005


As an unrelated aside, I started wearing name tags a while ago at work. I don't like wearing a name tag, as my usual rule of thumb is "If you don't know my name I don't fucking want to know yours" and handing them your name kind of defeats that. Besides, most of the people I already know, I'd rather not be on a first-name basis with, never mind most of the fuckwit strangers I'm required to deal with during the day. However, in the letter of the law if not the spirit, I wear a name tag at work, and I try to change it out every day. Here is an assortment of them. Today's was entirely covered, IGA logo and all, with a haiku. "Grey clouds cover sky/winter cold chills me throughout/can not wait to leave."
(c) anonyblog

In the mail yesterday

The Jandek story keeps intruiging. I saw the documentary Jandek on Corwood yesterday and while it's not really a great film (it has some structural problems imho), it is a nice introduction to Jandek.

I've also heard some Jandek songs I really need to check out and well his album covers keep blowing me away. They are so powerful and add so much to this fascinating story. Also at the end of the movie, we hear the one and only phone interview Jandek ever gave (1985). It's really lovely and we learn where he got his name from:
Originally I had called the thing "The Units". The first album had a thousand done under that name. But I sent some to a record store in San Fransisco and I got a real nasty letter from somebody who sent me registered mail and an entire portfolio of his group called The Units. And that if I didn't cease and desist using it, they were gonna sue me. So I said: well heck with this and I just tried to find out some name that nobody would use. And it was january and I was speaking with someone on the phone called Dekhart, so I just combined the two.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Catherine Hardwicke

Do We See A Pattern?

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