Mystification is an interesting one to end on (and more Regina! YES!)

So the first official pic of Amber Heard as Mera from the upcoming Justice League movie was just released sometime in the wee small hours of the morning and I have to say she looks so gosh darn amazing and the pic made my heart leap with joy and love and glee and I swooned and I instantly fell truly madly deeply in love with this live action depiction of a character whose comic book counterpart had already captured my heart and undying devotion several years ago though I must be a bit of  a downer (such is my nature) and say this joy comes with one small caveat in the form of something I frequently bitch about (including in yesterday’s blog post albeit in regards to a different flick) and that is of course the washed out color though this is only a publicity photo and I could see the actual film sport a much more vibrant look (though that is far from certain given the darker palette of Man of Steel and Batman V Superman) which I so hope for, especially for some of these characters like Flash, Aquaman and Mera whose world just seems like it would be far better suited to bold and popping color! 

Lately I have been listening to a fair amount of Frank Zappa and I find it to be very engaging music though I must hasten to add that I am often put off by artists who persist in extended solos and long meandering jams (despite my love of metal I’ve never been a guitar solo kind of guy, sorry, and I can recall on more than on occasion being at a concert and thinking “that’s great but can you please play a song now”) but I find there are at least a few artists (and likely many more that I will warm to) who are able to make those passages interesting and innovative and Zappa seems to be one of those and I’m guessing a large part of that is his jazz-like approach to rock which creates a certain poetic flow to those passages – or entire songs in some cases as many are purely instrumental – and proves himself to be a masterful band leader in complete control of the foundational aspects of his compositions which allows for improvisation to take place on top of this and – when he is so inclined – creates a delightfully innovative backdrop for some very sophomoric and often highly amusing lyrics with the end result being an uber compelling sonic stew which I would actually compare to Funkadelic in many ways which is another one of those bands who makes long interesting jams and I was reminded of this yesterday as I listened to their classic 1970 album Free Your Mind…And Your Ass Will Follow right before listening to Zappa’s own classic 1974 album Apostrophe (’). 

To think of it all in terms of a slasher-flick as alt-rock record is a genius notion I would never have thought of myself because my way of thinking is sadly limited but it actually makes quite a bit of sense, especially since Walker has repeatedly said he is a cinema fan and – I believe – of Italian cinema though I wonder if he would be the type to watch Giallos though as I have no relationship with the man whatsoever and he is notoriously guarded it would be foolish of me to speculate so I guess all I can really do is note the funny parallel between Lucio Fulci’s trashy, gory and great 1982 flick The New York Ripper in terms of the twisted demonic Donald Duck voice the killer uses and this same bizarre voice appearing on Walker’s endlessly grim and fascinating 2006 album The Drift though I suppose it could be a coincidence but maybe there’s something more to it but either way I think I’ll have to listen to The Drift at very high volume while I’m driving around (in between failing at various things in various locales today) today which is always a joy as it is an artistic masterpiece much like many of Walker’s albums though I must also quickly add on a semi-unrelated note that Arcade Fire have captured my interest (I know I’m stupidly late to the game) and that song Keep the Car Running is so damn good I listened to it on repeat recently while driving around at night and reflecting on my perennially useless but often amusing existence. 

I woke up this morning and consumed eggs, toast and black coffee though I hasten to add I put A1 Steak Sauce on my eggs (it’s that important) and following this I tended to some requisitioning which previously kept me up at all mad hours of the night but, of course, I found to slip in a glass of cheap corner gas station whiskey on the rocks while watching an episode of The Wire which I find to be written and constructed like a rich full novel and at some point I fell asleep on the floor where I eventually woke up quite cold but at least I wasn’t plagued by horrific nightmares as has been so common lately though truth be told they do not bother me so much and I know it is of my own creation as I have been reading about far too many things like Gaia and Project Serpo lately to say nothing of the pale horses which continue to run marathons somewhere in the inner corridors of my mind so I guess I can’t and shall not complain but I’m pleased to say after (or was it in between?) said requisitioning I was also able to plan a bit for some mirth and frivolity which will be a more than welcome respite from these busy days though there are some last minute obligations to tend to and gosh, I hope I don’t forget to set up some recordings before I begin my afternoon and early evening of frolicking through those mean streets!

In case I wasn’t clear earlier: Hubba hubba, yowza, me likey, homina homina homina, boing!!!!  Those old records are so greasy and oily; real great grimy funk.  Let’s make some new chords which will clang and clash with beautiful might and I need to see the Fellini flick Amarcord (Criterion put out a beautiful blu ray of it that I should buy).  I think I need to read some books by Yukio Mishima and also read a bit more about the man himself. 

I haven’t been able to stop imagining her forcibly sticking the long heel of her shoe into my mouth.