"…[plot] of [a film] of 1899 as outlined in sales catalogues," behind the screen: the history and techniques of the motion picture, kenneth macgowan
george eastman, re:the name of his company
”The letter “K” had been a favorite with me—it seemed a strong, incisive sort of letter.”
i really like it and will definitely be listening to it a lot but for the first time in clark’s discography thus far1 it doesn’t seem like a one-up on its predecessor. i can’t pinpoint but i think it’s something along the lines of “lots of ideas, not so much feeling”. this is a balance she’s been trying to work out since day one; marry me suffers a lot from being too brainy—overarranged to the point of clutter and kinda precious—and in the interviews around strange mercy she talked about trying to make songs more from the gut. she really nailed it there, i thought. the songs felt more like songs, rather than, like, “pieces” as actor often does (which i don’t mean as a slight, even, i still like actor a lot), and she always put herself in the lead role of her arrangments. i found it kind of strange how much interviewers tried to pick at the personal roots of those songs, because nothing about them seems to be asking for that. they feel very purposefully abstracted in that regard—the emotion comes through, and that’s the important part.
this one feels like kind of a step backwards in those ways. nothing really moves me. and once again it feels like the arrangements are the main thing. which, mind, although that’s not necessarily the direction i’d most like to see her heading, it’s hard to be too mad about because she’s so, so good at it. that funky strain that bubbled up in strange mercy continues, sounds strengthened+complicated by the stint w/byrne. “bring me your loves” is a beautiful fuckpile of buzzing/squealing synths and sputtering bass and like, marching band drums. the groove at the back end of “huey newton” kills. i have to admit, though, i kind of miss the guitar. on actor it sounded extra gnarly in contrast w/all the orchestral instrumentation, and on strange mercy it was up front with her + had a bunch of freaky solos; here it’s a very good team player but clark is such a fantastic player it seems almost a waste not to show off a little more.
1. not counting love this giant, which admittedly i spent v little time w/ but did nothing for me: byrne and clark both have that kinda spastic/cerebral thing going on so it ended up kinda like in a fighting game when you play a character against themself and it just can’t get any momentum.
i know kinda nothing about art but i really liked cy twombly’s work from the first time i saw it. i’ve read a couple of books about and none of them have seemed to get at whatever it is i like so much. i’m not sure where the jam is here: am i just not equipped to read twombly properly? or is it the writing, or both, or…? my methodology for when i want to learn about something is usually to read like a wikipedia article’s worth of summary then dive into readings a fair bit over my head, and usually i feel like i’m ~70% getting it ~70% of the time—but hey, the other day i wrote a physics test that felt like it went really well and i ended up with a 65. “i feel like i get it” is not a reliable meter in these things, obviously. i think in part i like how twombly’s work is obsessed with, deeply read in a bunch of old great white dude canon shit—classical myth, romantic poetry—then when he articulates all that it comes out as this mess; spurts and smears and scribbles, and draft sketches and scrawls of names and numbers. it’s dense and insular, but i never find it feels deliberately difficult or ostentatiously esoteric. and like, i definitely wouldn’t say i feel like it’s missing the point to try to read out all the allusions and quotes and stuff, but it never makes me feel any closer to the works. as i think about it, maybe whatever it is i like about them is unwritable anyway. or maybe i’m just way over my head and/or dumb, idk
— craig dworkin, no medium
so last night i watched (on fuckmaniknowbuthey's recommendation) the first episode of cyber city oedo 808, and it was awesome!!! also notable, besides the visuals sampled above: the ridiculously hardboiled dialogue and gnarly big rock soundtrack.
screencaps from this trippy little trailer for sabu’s wcw debut, aired during the first monday nitro. (the first time i saw this i had just had some shrooms, and it kind of freaked me the fuck out.) the following week, sabu had a pretty cool match.
STYLE ICON: jimmy hart
so this weekend i went to a party and ended up in the hospital. (everything looked really good for a minute, then: trainwreck. to me this seems like a giant “you don’t deserve good stuff because look what you do with it when you get it” but i mean technically i know that’s bullshit. this whole thing is about gaps between what i know and what i do/think/feel.) .6 blood alcohol—”i could’ve died,” everyone tells me; they say it like “oh thank god”, i say it like “i was thiiiiiiis close” because now i have to live it down. everyone has been great about it, mind. both in keeping me from dying during and in being really nice about it after. (although—someone vanished my smokes! who would steal a pack of cigarettes from an unconscious person? despicable…) several people have assured me it’s not really that big a deal and i should just put better foot forward and move on, and they’re all right, i’m pretty sure, but i still am having a lot of trouble getting over this smothering never-leave-the-house-again shame. but, i’m still stuck here and it’s still done either way so i guess i might as well figure out a way to.
also, stale humpty dumpty cheese sticks taste basically like corn pops. (i guess this will only mean anything to canadians.)
spidey super stories has the best villain plots
(spidey super stories #17, written by: jim salicrup / pencils: winslow mortimer / inks: mike esposito, tony mortellaro)
so i saw that new stefan jaworzyn thing on pitchfork this morning, looked for it, couldn’t find it, but ended up finding the other ascension releases i didn’t have before and some other stuff. if y’r into intense guitar freakouts you should check this out.
- anyway, i was thinking
… and, you know, i haven’t been entirely clear, in the past, and i think people expect something from me i won’t give them,...
This guy said he played tambourine so hard at a Beulah concert that he bled.
We all make life decisions, I guess.
person: whats your major?
me: ＥＸＴＲＥＭＥ ＤＥＡＴＨ
what college you going to?
me: ＡＷＥＳＯＭＥ ＳＫＥＬＥＴＯＮ ＨＥＬＬ ＣＯＬＬＥＧＥ
4:35 Blaze it sorry traffic was crazy