Saturday, December 11, 2010
Del Palmer
Del Palmer is best known for his work with Kate Bush, so you can expect a certain quality to his solo work. The main reason, however, that I bought this album is because my good friend I.V. Webb sings on 3 three of the songs.
News Stuff. Doves
I know it's another Britpop band, but I though it sounded interesting since there's supposedly a nice shoegaze edge to their music.
Friday, December 10, 2010
William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside
I catch clear glimpses of Kiki through Ruski. I have felt Kiki right there when I pick up Ruski and he doesn't want to be picked up..."Dejeme, William! Tu estas loco." And the time I slapped him...the averted face, downcast eyes...then he was gone. And of course I knew just where he was and carried him back to the house..."Thin stray cat used to be me, meester."
Kiki left me and went to Madrid. He had good reason to leave. Terminal junk at the time. He was stabbed to death in a hotel room by a jealous lover who found him with a girl.
Kiki in Tangier, Angelo in Mexico City...and someone else I cannot identify because he is so close to me. Sometimes he is there in my face and body, real as anybody could be, and he says, "IT'S ME, BILL...IT'S ME," over and over. That's the way it is with Ruski when he squeaks and puts his paws up to my face. He is not as demonstrative as he used to be. Sometimes he moves away from my hand..."You shame me, William, I am not a nino." It can get quite creepy.
New Stuff: Neil Young
I'm ashamed to admit that I missed getting this favourite album on cd till today...
Monday, December 6, 2010
New Stuff: The La's
Claimed to be one off the great Britpop albums I thought I'd take a chance on them.
La baie des anges (1963)
A bank clerk becomes addicted to gambling and falls in love with a likewise addicted woman.
A quiet short romance with a slight touch of decadency.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Severance (2006)
A team-building weekend in the mountains of Eastern Europe goes horribly wrong for the sales division.
A well-made Deliverance-style shocker with its tongue in cheek.
An American Werewolf in London (1981)
Two American tourists in Britain are attacked by a werewolf that none of the locals will admit exists.
A new kind of horror classic evenly combining (or confronting) humor with bloodcurdling splatter.
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