I recently saw the Star
Wars Episode VII The Force Awakens and all I have to say is that the
emperor has no clothes. Take that as you will.
I have been thrilling to various small screen superhero adventures in recent days as I have binged watched several television programs in an effort to catch up before their respective mid-season premieres. I’m going to say it again (though I’m not sure if ever said it before) The Flash is a nigh perfect comic book adaptation and watching these episodes has been one of the great pleasures of my life (it could be argued that deriving so much satisfaction from a TV show only shows how fundamentally empty my life is). I would like to highlight in particular episode 5 of this current season The Darkness and the Light which gives full introductions to several key Earth 2 characters and showcases a great sort-of first appearance of Kendra Saunders AKA Hawkgirl played by Ciara Renee who I believe will be playing a very largely role in the upcoming DC Legends of Tomorrow. I won’t bury the lead here: Her roughly 3 minutes of screentime was more than enough for me to fall absolutely head over heels in love with her. I need her. God, I need her.
Many musical publications are calling In Colour by Jamie xx the best album of the great year 2015. I have already put the first necessary wheels in motion that shall culminate in my listening to this album. This is because I do not have an opinion on anything until I first read and hear what other people have thought. I’ve not heard a single note or lyric of this release but I’ve little doubt I will include it in my year-end best of assessment.
I’ve been listening to great old 90’s bands like Echobelly and Lush as of late. I was delighted to find both those groups have actually recently regrouped and there now exists the possibility I may apply for additional credit cards and promptly max them out to make arrangements to see them at a concert or some such.
I truly am a pathetic loser. Is it any I wonder I reject your…what, exactly?
I’ve been considered buying a statue or some sort of print but I wonder if that is really a wise idea. I’m just clearing the cobwebs here in a cents. But seriously, I always come back to these same questions. Maybe I always will. Would it be some type of act of betrayal? How many have fallen in love in a similar manner?
This Friday I will be purchasing David Bowie’s newest album. Make no mistake, I will. I will also likely be hitchhiking down to ye old multiplex to view the feature film The Revenant. These are just loose plans however and who know what strange and unexpected obstacles life may throw in my way?!
I’ve been plucking away at the ol’ four-string lately like a man on fire! Dig it: four counts of C sharp, four counts of B, 8 counts of F sharp and then repeat. Anyone know what song this is?! It’s a great fucking song. I’m learning it for you; I’ve got the technology ready. We are going to make beautiful music together. Should I be engaging in pick playing? Pick playing is so much fun. No, it’s all fun. What an instrument!
It is a strange type of fracturing and loneliness, isn’t it? It would be too easy to create poison. Every time she looks into his eyes again for the first time it is a bit worse. Those drives home never quite last long enough. Viridiana. He wonders what this all means. He is somehow perversely satisfied that most things ultimately mean nothing. He believes something very soon is going to be awful. From his own lips there is something very terrible to learn.
It was unexpected on that good night. She was wearing blue. She took place of many others inside a glorious false memory. I don’t know what I wish for anymore save for this. I think you would understand. Maybe when I am found abandoned inside your home. I wonder if we will see things in rich black-and-white in those moments.
American Precision is still what I desire.
It’s all a racket and I wonder what I could have worn that would have properly turned him on. I desperately needed the cash and gave it my all. I am inside myself far too often. It is altogether curious that there is a saint for the criminals. Though why shouldn’t they be privy to spiritual guidance and protection like the rest of us, she wonders while fingering herself.
I feel so much has escaped.
The song I’ll Remember by Madonna is quite lovely, a personal favorite of mine. Tis a shame it was saddled onto the soundtrack of piece-o-crap 90’s flick With Honors starring Brendan Fraser and Joe Pesci. It deserved better but at least it will always have a place on the soundtrack of my life (though that is actually a substantial step down).
As recent as this very epic morning I heard Shakira’s new song Try Everything which is from the soundtrack to the upcoming Disney flick Zootopia wherein Ms. Mebarak also plays a character called Gazelle. My apologies to all you Disney devotees out there but it is extremely unlikely that I will view this feature film. Somewhere in the course of my miserable life I lost all capacity to enjoy such fare. The problem is with me, not with the flicks. However Shakira still remains one of my favorite recording artists and it has been so for more than a decade (ten years for all you numbers fans out there). I feel secure enough in my fandom and slavish devotion to comfortably admit when I do not enjoy something she has recorded and there have been songs and even albums to which I have given unfavorable press on this very esteemed blog. However I find this new tune quite delightful! It is frothy and sweet in all the best ways and gives me big positive feelings of rainbows, animals and ice cream and her voice sounds real pretty on it! I hope it is on whatever upcoming album she is working on though I can cope if its only place in the world is on the Zootopia soundtrack. Perhaps that is actually one of the reasons it is so delightful: it is free of the usual trappings pop artists set for themselves in having to appeal to trends and mainstream expectations. I need more happy music like this!
I’m off to eat some blood popsicles now! Don’t try and clock me!
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