May the myth witness that Cocteau Twins brought ‘the eternal harvest’ time to the poor Persephone. She is just one of us now. ‘Underworld’ has its gates fallen down. Whatever the trio claims, Persephone is no longer trapped and hungry.
Sincerely independent.
Californian Free the Robots has covered good old Baris Manco’s ‘Lambaya Puf De’. Entitled ‘Turkish Voodoo’ is the no:12 track in his debut ‘Ctrl Alt Delete’. One could wish to see a few more changes in the mix but it is really almost the same as the original version. Keeping it simple and pure away from popularizing through oriental trash belly dancing stuff that we mention something ‘Turkish’. Which is rather good actually. Enjoy!
It’s all so routine. Fucking routine. Infected minds of ours. Shit at work, bills, ethics, worries, excuses, blind excuses, devils… What tomorrow brings?! You say. Love and death. Nothing beyond that. Keep your head up, comrade! We’re in the same ship. Before you know, the good old routine brings you the ‘death’. You think. Love is all around. For some temporary crisis, it is. Before you realize, love or death or both knocks on your door. Can’t help but open. That big moment of regret. You know. It’s too late! It’s too bad. You’re just so sick of wasting your time. Love and death are always on your mind.
War against authority at all times. Can’t help but picture the very Potemkin crew as those who guillotined that very Antoinette once upon a time. Similar motives should be why. Bu then the anger coming out of justified demands in shape of brutal violence. Is it somehow artified through movies and tales and etc… Is it life itself what provokes fiction or vice versa? Romanticism vs realism. Grass is always greener on the other side. You tell me.
Falling from grace with no genders on. Naked as we came. Numb as we may go. Dizzy. Surreal. Harsh. Real.
Disguised safety. Safety. Peace. Disguised.
Hello, is there anybody in there? Can you show me where it hurts?
Hello.
Life goes on the same. Bury the pain. And hold on to love.
I love my hometown the way ‘ballboy’ love Scotland.
I proudly declare my latest crush, ladies and gentlemen… Wild Nothing!
Amazing band. Fantastic stuff. They got the gaze and they got the twee… They got almost everything you need. Gemini is a perfect record all around. Get it. Listen to it. Love it. Or hate it. But then who hates Wild Nothing?! Seriously?
How could not I jump in the bandwagon and not have anything to say on Inception? Given the fact that; me being one of those hardcore Christopher Nolan geeks! Geek and proud. So there!
I will skip getting into details, acting as a smart ass movie critic, knowing it all…etc. So much to tell anyway. But there is one thing cannot be left unsaid. It was a pleasure seeing the usual loyal Nolan actors nailing it such as Cillian Murphy, Michael Caine, Ken Watanabe along with the great Marion Cotillard and ever-psycho looking Tom Hardy. BUT. There was something missing. Something big. Someone. A talent. Real one. Christian Bale. He would have made a way better Cobb than that Di Caprio guy did. I have to admit that Leoboy has gone beyond his acting boundaries (should be Nolan’s directing skills, ahem!) but still he was not standing firmly as the character Cobb. (Nolan geeks would have remembered the name Cobb from the movie The Following! I am so feeling high with the references from back then!)
A part of me was left unsatisfied. Bale-less. Which reminded me of Danny Boyle’s giving up on Ewan McGregor in order to work with Leo boy in The Beach. Apparently Inception is already a huge success unlike The Beach’s failure once upon a time and Leo performs much better than he did in The Beach but why settling for average when you could have the best?!?!
Rant over.
Here is a live recording from Inception Premiere. Where Hans Zimmer performing a piece from the OST with Johnny Marr. Take this. Another reason to love this film!
Nolan, I love you. Always have, always will.
MOG
