Saturday, July 2, 2011

New Stuff: Sophie Ellis-Bextor



I've been watching her career ever since she was in theaudience.

New Stuff: The Residents



Remarkably, this classic Residents album has been missing in my collection. Since I'm onto a similar project compiling a faux '25 All Time Family favourites' album, I needed to get this for inspiration.

New Stuff: The Notwist



A Bavarian band at home home not far from where I live this album has been ranked by critics of one of the best albums of the decade, so I thought I'll check out what the hype is all about.

From my vaults: Rodney Bingenheimer



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_Bingenheimer

New Stuff: Suddenly



I picked up this 1954 movie on dvd for EUR 1.99 at the supermarket...

From my vaults: Maeve Binchy



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maeve_Binchy

William S. Burroughs: My Education. A Book of Dreams



So here P am in the Land of the Dead with Mikey Portman. We are sharing an apartment which consists of two rooms with a bathroom between them. Mikey's room is also provided with a sleeping porch. There are two beds side by side and touching each other, lumpy-looking mattresses, throw rugs, eiderdowns, cushions covered in tattered, frayed yellow and gold velvet. Looks like the madam's room in a whorehouse, lacking only an asthmatic Pekingnese. It seems an old German lady with tight lace collar and high-button, black shoes has been billeted on us for the night.
  Mikey is on the sleeping porch wrapped up in a pink blanket. I tell him he should let her sleep on one of the beds. After all, he can retire to the sleeping porch. And I have assurances she will not even remove her clothes.
  "No, I don't want her in here."
  "Well, you can stay on the porch. There are two beds."
  "I might want to sleep in here."
  No use. Death hasn't changed him a bit; the same selfish, self-centered, spoiled, petulant, weak Mikey Portman.
  Now I see a small black dog peeking out of the bathroom door, which is ajar...dog all black, shiny black...with a long pointed muzzle quivering like a dowser wand.
  "Where did that door dog come from? What is it doing here?"
  "Does it matter?" Distilled concentrate of petulant Portman.
  "Door man...door dog," I say.
  He doesn't answer. Obviously I will have to billet the old German lady in my room, which is a duplicate of his room except the beds are smaller.

The Movies I Watched in June

Beauty Shop (2005)  5
Catch Me If You Can (2002)  7


Dirty Harry (1971)  7


Dune (1984)  7


Giant (1956)  6
Hostage (2005)  6
The Big Blue (1988)  7


Magnum Force (1973)  6
Pane e tulipani
(200)  5
Saw IV (2007)  6
The Assignment (1997)  5
The Great Raid (2005)  6
The Missing (2003)  6
The Order (2003)  3
The Postman (1997)  5
Tomahawk (1955)  6

Photographer: Jerry Bennett



Find more at:

http://www.brucebennettphotographer.com

From my vaults: Sherman Billingsley



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherman_Billingsley

First Lines: Guy Debord - Society of the Spectacle



In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles.

From my vaults: Isabel Bigley



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabel_Bigley

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

First Lines: Theodor W. Adorno - Negative Dialectics


(art: Jasper Morello)

Philosophy, which once seemed obsolete, lives on because the moment to realize it was missed.