Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
CARS
I feel sorry for the Olds Achieva (both four door and coupe). It eagerly wants to be liked, to achieve (acceptance, status, respect). But it is burdened with a dowdy design that is emblematic of middle-American style blindness.
It is analogous to a well-meaning, eager chunky white girl with no sense of irony who dresses up, earnestly expecting success. She fails (in my world).
When they named the car they created a sad character; the car is this girl. The dissonance between the name Achieva and the reality of its place is crushing.
Did Oldsmobile, aware of the failed lumpy look, name the model this, putting its hopes in the Latin saying nomen est omen (Names are Destiny)? Maybe the name would shepherd the car into acceptance?
I think it is more likely that the marketers of this car are of the same model as that white girl, and don’t know any better.
The car looks bad. But the sincerity of the effort is poignant and wins sympathy.
In my head the personified Achieva has been assigned a Care Bear to buck it up when it inevitably has to face itself in the eyes of people like me.
Contemporary sport cars depress me; the predominance of computer driven bubble mush bodies, with aerodynamics trumping the designers pen.
The Bertone design house drew sharp lines for fifteen years (starting with ’68 Alfa Romeo Carabo) until they also went soft.
These striking angular statements form a sword I cut the bubbles with .
Bertone Achieva?
MOVIES
Walken and Wood.
What happened on that boat? I loved their cedar dreamhouse, sold after separation. Chris wore a baseball cap whose bill was remarkable in its flatness. It hadn’t been creased or shaped; 7th graders of my generation would get wedgies for leaving their brim so flat. Brim etiquette is different these days.
The brim was flat, the crown contained his Brainstorm.
I saw a YouTube video of Corey Haim playing a keyboard rack with off-hand domination, luded-up casual mastery, laconic tunefulness.
His sallow porky present-day visage would be at best a joke cameo in an Apatow film.
But as a member of a safe-cracker squad in a Thief redux his imploded glow would be an asset. In each frame his face adds heartache harmony of regret; the squashed wonder boy. Believably into crime.
Mann has indicated no sense of humor to take this kind of risk. In my dreams he does, and also hires Corey to score the picture, leads MM back to when by pure temporal coincidence he was making films of night, neon, and white loafers with the music that best suited it. Synths were in the contemporary mainstream, so they appeared on his soundtracks. Now he features Chris Cornell. Michael, please correct your path.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
I recently went to label Fat Cat's site. I forgot that they had started curating demos they received and putting them online for play and download, with artist info and links. I had seen this feature a long time ago, but hadn't really explored. There is a lot of stuff. There are some cheesy things and some good things.
Here
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
DID THIS TO BILL'S BOOK a long time ago
Thought reading this would be a cozy experience, and it was for a bit- then the binding fell apart and the writing started to bug me. It's not well written at all! The word on the street with the mom's (used to be anyway) is that Bill is smart, but I think he may just be Oprah smart- the generic platitudes in this book etc. Best part was his college budget lunch- a selection of Hostess pastries and big soda (correct me) "I budgeted just enough money to get a couple of cherry pies and a big root beer". Something like that.
Anyway, My Fife
(combining all your bathroom duties into one time clump gives you more time with to play fife)
Monday, February 23, 2009
"I don't like hospitals. I don't like hospitals unless my sons are being born."
Michael Madsen, on the commentary track from Species
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
"Irony is just a form of self-protection. It's a way of pretending you didn't mean what you said. It's a back door. And it's not in the art that I respond to."
This was on the WFMU program the Speakeasy from Oct 9 2006. I'm sure he's said this elsewhere, in a book or whatever, as it sounded deeply felt and thought out.
I do feel I abused by irony these days; I am also a perpetrator, need to quit it. Sometimes I just mean what I say and don't need to undercut i twith ironic winking just so I don't get accused of soft-rock sincerity.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
(A scene from one book: cardboard and duct tape shelters on the Golden Gate Bridge).
This feeling/image familiar from my high school lunch-time sulking in the hallway, ostentatiously alone, reading Neuromancer and the like.
We live in all ages at once- Iron and Bronze and Silicon(e).
There are no streamlined clean THX futures.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Imagine if the reason the mormon temple seen here reminds me of the rocket ship castle from Robotech cartoon is that mormons secretly have really good, irony informed taste that takes in Slavic sci-fi, Eno and Cluster... They are a religion of good taste, train people in it. Syd Mead murals on acid-washed denim instead of the social realist/soft porn jacked muscle farmers murals they have now...This is an idea worth fleshing out, forgive the clumsy beginnings here.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Here are some photos from Big Gold Belt's performance at what became Wonkette inaugural party. We made things look good, couldn't make things sound too good because of cement. Did these Wonkette people I've never seen in my life but somehow live among us respond? I'm not sure. (Not saying they aren't nice people or anything). But the look of the thing was good like I said. For a redo come see us at Velvet Lounge on Feb 3 or black cat on Feb 12.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Wonkette is calling it their "inaugural ball." I hope they bring beer.
This Friday January 16th.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday January 16th starting at 10pm, (going to who knows how late) at Bikram Yoga Capitol Hill
Video/Light overstimulus, general bacchanalia (party)
Featuring:
The visionary seductive sleaze assault of dance/video/guitar/vox duo:
BIG GOLD BELT
(Christina and Luke)
And spinning record webs of dream-beach robots making out (the soundtrack of hip cyborg coitus), DJs:
Andrew Morgan Ari G Maxmillion Dunbar
BYOB if you want
5 buck suggested donation
Bikram Yoga Capitol Hill is located at 410 H Street N.E. Washington, DC 20002 (go here for map)
Check out these links for a taste of what the night could sound like:
Futuretimes (M. Dunbar etc)
Big Gold Belt here and here
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Here are a few modest pages where people can keep up with BGB
myspace (listen to tunes here)

TeamFILO.org



