I owe you.
So I’m not entirely
sure what to think. Mayte Garcia’s
memoir The Most Beautiful: My Life With Prince now has a release date
and cover. It is a real tangible thing
and the reaction of its very existence has been controversial with many
speculating as to her motivations and whether this would have been allowed a
release were Prince still alive. Mayte
has since promised that the book will not be some tabloidesque tell-all but
rather a loving and truthful tribute of sorts to her time with Prince and that
relationship. I guess there is no way to
know for sure until the book comes out.
It is very easy for these types of things to become exploitative and
certainly there was a strong element of tragedy in their relationship. But it is the audience who will determine its
relative success or failure. Though I will she has always seemed very genuine to me (though my opinion is worthless). I will say
that some of Prince’s best and most gorgeous songs were written about Mayte and
that entire era from 1991’s Diamonds and Pearls and the following amazing
albums like Love Symbol, Come, The Gold Experience and Emancipation is probably
my favorite Prince era ever. He seemed
to have a renewed energy and explosive amount of creativity much like his
classic run of 80’s albums (though it is probably true that those 90’s works
were not quite as groundbreaking or influential as the 80’s stuff). The Child of the Sun album Mayte herself
recorded (all songs written by Prince) is also a fave of mine from that era so
I’m basically saying this part of Prince’s life is a strong point of interest
for yours falsely. I say that I’m not
entirely sure what to think but I know for certain I will purchase this book on
the day of release and probably gobble it all up that same week (figuratively as well as literally). So wait for my feedback next year! Also, I do like the title and cover.
Speaking of books, I
recently finished Revival by Stephen King and found it to be a most
excellent, highly entertaining all around great read. I am a huge fan of King’s post-accident work
and it is probably my favorite King era.
This one in particular had a highly satisfying and horrifying
Lovecraftian conclusion and I felt good that I was not able to really predict
at all where it was heading until a page or two before it got there! I’m of several minds as to what I shall read
next. Part of me has a strong desire for
more King and I just purchased the paperback of Mr. Mercedes. Though as this is the first part of a
recently completed trilogy (the third book released mere months ago) I’m not
sure if that is the best route to go.
I’ve also got George Clinton’s memoir
Brothas Be, Yo Like George, Ain't That Funkin' Kinda Hard On You? ready to go and some other book whose name and
author I can’t recall though it sounded interesting. Or I could go for The Goldfinch and
catch up on all that literary water cooler talk I missed out on for being so ignorantly
late to the rich and wonderful Donna Tartt party! Time to break out some chance cubes to help
render my decision! Maybe I’ll just read
a book on ancient Chinese history and then gouge out my own eyeballs!
It was just the other
fateful day when my Michael Chiklis’s album Influence arrived in the email, via
2-day delivery from Amazon. The case
itself is digipak as opposed to a hard plastic case. I think Digipaks are quite attractive but I
would ultimately prefer a plastic case as they are less susceptible to wear and
tear. I set aside the outer layer of
plastic wrap that I may add it my collection and perhaps wrap it tight around
my face later on. Then I removed the
booklet and smelled it and then I smelled the CD. They were both pleasant in an olfactory
sense. The cover art is intriguing with
Chiklis’s image residing high above a partially visible earth and his name and
album title centered in between. In some
ways it is not so dissimilar to the cover of Prince’s 2007 album Planet Earth
(an album I’ve always found wholly enjoyable, featuring an all-time classic in
Chelsea Rodgers). It is not difficult to
discern what is being portrayed here: Chiklis is positing an eclectic musical
taste and approach for his album, suggesting that INFLUENCEs from all over the
world in some ways contributed to this release’s varied sound (I recall a
recent interview where he named dropped albums like Security by Peter Gabriel
and Hounds of Love by Kate Bush as among his favorites so, at least according
to yours falsely, the man has good taste). Interesting to note that itunes
refers to it as the Michael Chiklis Band yet the CD case itself only notes
Michael Chiklis. I am going to listen to
this album. Once. A dozen times. A baker’s dozen. A thousand times. However many it takes. I am going to give it a fair shake as the
kid’s say and judge it as album and do my best to separate it from the man’s
celebrity. Already I can feel it’s pull
over me taking hold.
he thought he saw her walking into
the library. His pulse quickened, he felt blood rushing to his
face. this is all so trite. she looked just like her, same smile,
fair skin and red lipstick, dark eyes. The dress even looked like
something she would wear, so colorful, perennially spring even during
winter. it reminded him of the first time he saw her in a dress.
one day, he will cut this
connection. but when there is the slightest favor shown...she is going to
be living with him forever.
I
watched The Neon Demon last night while drinking cheap white wine and then
cheap whiskey on the rocks (the rocks were made from standard hard tap water; I
don’t buy into all that talk about purifiers and filters and softeners. Horseshit says I!). What an interesting director Nicolas Winding
Refn is. From the trailers and plot
description I originally thought the movie would be like Dario Argento’s 1977
classic Suspiria but I was wrong as fuck!
It actually reminded me a bit more a great French-Belgian flick from
2009 called Amer and directed by Helene Cattet and Bruno Forzani but I’m not
quite sure why. What the hell do I know
though?! Anyway, good movie. great score too! real beefy.
The
flare jean is making a comeback.
I frequently wonder
where you are. All the days of my
life.
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