Upon leaving the shop, the two are abducted by the Add N to (X) folks who play a gang of underground nerds trying to communicate with space. This is where it gets weird: the Add N to (X) crew (who later torture the main characters by playing some of their music) inform them that they need the Continuum Transducer to save the universe. Once our heroes break free from the nerds, Chicks on Speed show up also wanting the treasured Continuum Transducer. But it gets even more bizarre: Stefan Betke and Florian Hecker also appear in the film, claiming to be the keepers of the Continuum Transducer and well, the rest of the story has young James and Andy running around, trying to get the car and save the universe and figure out what happened last night. Honest!
For two nights in a row, loads of folks made their journeys, some near and some far, through the blistering cold temperatures to witness Stephin Merritt and company perform all 69 Love Songs. Both nights sold out long ago at the classical-style Somerville Theater in the Boston area. On stage in addition to the four core musicians were the three guest singers who appear on the albums. For the first night I witnessed something rather unexpected.
How's this for Hollywood trash? Sure, it's a movie about the insane asylum days of the Marquis de Sade (from which Sadism was coined for all you newbie gawths), but it's very VERY loosely based on historical events. Keep in mind if you see this that the film is in fact based on the play, and should be viewed for entertainment purposes ONLY. Aside from that the performance by Geoffrey Rush was incredible as Sade, the elegant and innovative use of sound was a pleasant unexpected surprise, and the supporting cast of imbeciles was exciting to watch. However, I can't get past a few grave inaccuracies and personal issues.
turbid \TER-bid\ (adjective)
- : thick or opaque with or as if with roiled sediment
- : characterized by or producing obscurity (as of mind or emotions) : confused, muddled*
According to one reviewer, Chauncey's first book was "the turbid and rambling product of an unclear mind."
"Turbid" and "turgid" (which means "swollen, distended"
or "overblown, pompous, or bombastic") are two words so
frequently mistaken for one another that they could have been
invented to keep dictionary makers in business. Not only do
these two words differ by only a letter, but, adding to the
confusion, they are often used in contexts where either word
might fit. For example, a flooded stream is often both
distended and muddy, and badly written prose is often both
obscure and grandiloquent. Nevertheless, the distinction between
these two words, however fine, is an important one for conveying
exact shades of meaning, so it's a good idea to keep them straight.
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- 1 Gallon of Fresh Apple Cider (not that alcoholic processed garbage, but the real stuff you can find in your grocer's refridgerator)
- 2 Oranges
- Orange Juice
- Cinnamon Sticks
- Ground Cinnamon
- Ground Nutmeg
- Brandy (Ginger Brandy recommended but not necessary)
- Dump approximately 1/2 gallon of cider in a
large pot, slice up two oranges and add them with a handful of
cranberries. Add only a small splash of orange juice. Add some cloves
but don't go overboard. Add the ground cinnamon and ground nutmeg to
your desire and let sit on a low heat for at least a half-hour. When
the oranges have sunk and look pretty drunk and the cranberries have
gone soft, it's time to enjoy! Ladel the cider into some thick mugs,
add the brandy and a cinnamon stick. Wander out to the livingroom and
gather around the stereophonic hi-fi for an evening of socializing
around some of the finest selections to suit your evening.
Recalling the recording "Full On Night," I was expecting an evening of collaborative work between both groups, as there were two performances scheduled tonight at the Brattle Theater. The Brattle is not a typical rock venue, it's a movie theater which specializes in cult, foreign and art films. For the last few years, the Rachel's have been packing the audiences into the Brattle as they play their own special blend of instrumental serenity as performed by acoustic and classical instruments. Tonight was completely unexpected. Matmos opened with their own set.
The most important vote however on Election Day is never the president. Your local and state politics are most important since they will effect you the most. Pay attention to ballot questions because it's your chance to say what you think is right for your state. Read the questions carefully and keep in mind that while tax cuts look good on paper, they might be cutting into education or other necessary funding. Pay attention to who's supporting which question and ask yourself who's causes would you rather support,... Whatever you do, get out there and vote.
It's nice that the New York Times will feature something like this, as these budding scenes should not go unrecognized. Reading further through the article, I'm somewhat disturbed when I find my former boss, Leigh Lust quoted. Lust was my boss at Capitol in A&R, now he works for Elektra in A&R, and he still doesn't get it. The man's a great man, but he talks about how the Icelandic bands should collaborate with English writers so their songs can be done in English, thus making them more commercially viable abroad. Is he that much of a buffoon to think that the people of Iceland don't already know English and choose to sing in Icelandic?
Hearing somebody sing in their native tongue and reading along with translated lyrics in a booklet is like watching a foreign film with subtitles while having the songs re-done in English is like watching a foreign film dubbed. A person like Lust has been so involved inside the music biz for so long, that it seems he's forgotten what art means. Score 1 for the NY Times, 0 for the major-label music industry.