Saturday, December 16, 2017

Cela

So I was completely wrong.  I gave Danny Elfman’s score for Justice League a good couple listens the other day and found the music to actually be quite stirring.  I’d previously classified this work as minor Elfman but I dare say it is a good deal better than that.  Upon listening to the music I realized how much of it I did enjoy while watching the film though I suppose I was concentrating more on the imagery, characterization and general fanboy reaction to certain things that I was unable to properly gauge the music’s effectiveness both within context of the movie and as an enjoyable listen in and of itself.  But there are some rousing marches here, some lush melodies and strong creative themes for the characters.  Listenting to the score in this way I was also much more able to appreciate how Elfman incorporated earlier themes for Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman into this score, to great effect!  I reiterate that the Wonder Woman (which I’ve never been big on) has never sounded so good as it does here.  And of course, John Williams’ Superman theme and Elfman’s own Batman theme are always welcomes additions.  To any score for that score!  I want those themes in every score for every movie from here on out!  

Camille Paglia’s commentary track for Basic Instinct is a fascinating and insightful thing.  Its refreshing to hear a feminist perspective on such a controversial work, especially from someone who also seems to be quite a cinema enthusiast.  I must give it a closer listen while consuming large quantities of alcohol (simply because I use alcohol as a crutch for everything in my miserable day to day life).  

That uploaded Fri program looks perfection.  That pin.  Mar (missing letters here), better and better. 

Not nurturing.  Is that opposite what we usually attribute to…and what he desires?  Does he desire that?  Do I?  Odd thoughts during these nights. He was being cared for on an island.  I had a dream last night that I was driving rather furiously through the night. I was taking some turns a little too sharply.  Suddenly the road narrowed exponentially.  I was unable to slow down in time and there I flew off what appeared to be an extremely high cliff.  I remember seeing weeds at night.  I had a second to wonder how awful this was going to be and visualize some consequences to my physical self.  My heart beating very fast.  My breathing very fast.  I was quite scared. Perhaps something felt good though.  I’m not sure that I wasn’t at least a little disappointed upon waking up.  

At this world of men and their tools.  I think about cows using tools.  As a child I was certain brown cows made chocolate milk.  But oh how wrong I was.  Life’s hard.  I love Thief and Manhunter.  And the music behind them.  Need to revisit.  Probably prefer Manhunter.  Love the colors in both of those.  Fucking gorgeous cinematrography. The tiger scene.  It means so damn much!  So damn much!  tonight, my take home pay $410,000.  Tax free of course.  I need to listen to Scott Walker albums again!  Those old familiar cravings are coming back.  Then maybe afterward I’ll sit on a flag pole or two or convert myself into a dwarf star!  Such is the nature of wisdom.  

I don’t even know anymore.  I consumer runny eggs and steaming black coffee for breakfast.  Overall, I found it to be satisfying.  My vinyl copy of Blue by Joni Mitchell played in the background.  A Case of You has some of my favorite lyrics of all time.  That song makes me weep every time I hear it; massive crocodile tears.  Blue is a great color.  Blue Velvet.  Terciopelo Azul.  Hopper was the best.  Prime Lynch.  Oh my SD150!!!  That’s for all you continuity nuts out there.

What awful wastes we all are.  Everyone and their miserable useless
lives.  Laughing.  Fucking.  Not understanding anything.  I didn’t understand week end at all.
Accountant is a very respectable position.  I strong encourage it.  I believe in you.  I know you can.  I have incentives for believing but my belief is no less real for it.  right there, retrieving the leftovers.  Glorious.  So black.  Watch your step.  Over the shoulder.  

My Rhapsody in Blue returned to me.  How appropriate.  I am a terrible.  I think I wished to die recently.  But the returns.  It was a lovely.  a wink and a smile.  A breath and a…!!!  we must follow that advice and see it all.  See the world!  Quit touching yourself and do something!  Just do some fucking thing!  Pillow over the head.  Awful learned behavior.  Are we born evil?  We are awful things.  What am I looking for?  A baby chicken.  Still have to do a bit of shopping.  No charge for the coffee. Lots of chocolates so I don’t reek of booze.  

Those red life legs are going to be the death of me!  If only!  Only.  Only.  Only.  

I’m seeing the new Star Wars movie today, of that much I am certain.  That Blur album is shaping up nicely.  The Celebration is beautiful.  I mean the aesthetics.  The look.  Digital awesomeness.  And I forgot 28 Days Later.  How could I forget?  I’ll tell you how!  It’s because I’m a fucking moron.  And such a fucking loser [mmm, but you can be my loser, she said (does it count since it was largely at my behest?  Of course it does!  Everything is false!)]  With Teeth is an extremely important formative album for yours falsely.  Only.  Only.  Only.  Love it.  Live it too!  I was watching on the day she died.  You didn’t believe me about the scratch, did you?  And after all the coin I’ve sunk into that miserable fucking place!   

Executrix.  What a lovely word.  Sometimes gentle.  I don’t have all the money in the world.  And then things get mixed up. The Master of Languages.  I am the driving force behind my maladies.  The neck ties.  One and the same?  The Master of Languages.  The Accountant (not that shitty Affleck thing).  The Rhapsody in Blue.  O.  I had to write only water for so long.  I may need to do so again.  I’d like to think we’ll meet again somewhere where we can take off ours masks.  He may be crazy at that point.  Tears running down my face whilst I laugh.  Thought all about scissors.  Forced.  


Quit eating dirt!  You need something more rich in vitamins and minerals!  Without minerals we would all turn into marshmallow popsicles!  

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