This Year's Model.

1. Parquet Courts - Light Up Gold

2. The Virgins - Strike Gently

3. Splashh - Comfort

4. The Boo Radleys - Giant Steps

5. The Rotaries - Before Leaving

6. The Fresh & Onlys - Long Slow Dance

7. Palma Violets - 180

8. Nico - Chelsea Girl

9. Apollo Ghosts - Landmark

10. Tim Hecker - Harmony in Ultraviolet

11. Boys Age - Fake Gold

12. The Orwells - Remember When

13. Iceage - You're Nothing

14. Pidgeon -  Might as Well Go Eat Worms

You Had Me At Wes Anderson.

If you watch the first few seconds of the trailer, movie, web site, or even its movie poster, you'd think they're trying too hard to be Wes Anderson (The film is not directed by Wes Anderson, but did a fine good job). True. But these days, even Wes Anderson becoming too Wes Anderson. And neither is far from a bad thing. Adventures in the Sin Bin is a loose adaptation of "The Apartment" set back in the 60s (or so from Wikipedia), but it definitely has a lot more heart then your average coming-of-age youth story. It's strong points are its script, its acting, and the art direction that makes you question if it is set in the 60s, which it actually is not (which is weird because it creatively keeps the newest of technologies out like land lines instead of smartphones / polaroids instead of... well smartphones). Just watch the trailer, and maybe find it on Netflix so you know what I'm talking about.

Who Cares What They're Saying, It's Nothing Without The Tinkle-Tingle Spotlight in the Hotlight.

Good velocity as Iceage brings rock back to a authentic and rabid state it once glorified to be. Rock music maybe 5 feet above the coffin floor, but you can never kill it off in the moonlight or daylight or any time of rights. I want to be the sensation to bring us back to the glory land and salvation. I hope to one day to make music as cool as it can be because the heart is there but nobody can hear it beat, thus does it make a sound? Que la lumière soit!

Nelson's Not Dead. They Can Never Kill Him Off.

His enemies kept a nasty veil on itself to maintain a now abandoned status quo. Change is ever present and will forever dictate the policies of government and of any nation. Any man who wants that change for good should never stand alone. As there were many who walked beside him, he spent many years alone, apart from the world. Yet, to return to find his beliefs rooted in the hearts of people who have gained the willpower to challenge the status quo and change the path of history. Nelson will never die as long as we remember him and what he inspire us to change.

Getting Lost in the Bayou.

A good composition of minimalistic dialogue and masterful scenery of New Orleans, the directing touch of Jim Jarmusch with his constant theme of a foreigner in a foreign land and close to noir feel to it, Down by Law is something majestic and tasteful.  He makes independent filmmaking as easy as a smile. And i have to say, he's made me chuckle a bit.

This Month's Model.

November 2013

1. The Creases - I Won't Wait
2. Teenage Cool Kids - Volvo to a Kiss
3. Drenge - Bloodsports
4. Yuppies - Easy Night
5. Metronomy - The Look
6. Lou Reed - Romeo Had Juliette
7. Future Islands - Balance
8. Tim Hecker - Blood Rainbow
9. The Orwells - Lay At Rest
10. Pavement - Rattled by the Rush

Crumbling Visage of The Once-Former, Now Democratic Way of What's Closest to Heart.

 

 

 

To A World of Pure Imagination.

I feel nostalgic of those times I'd make my own stuff on other films. That's what I love from the movie of Be Kind Rewind & Sweding stuff. If I could, then I'd spend a lot of time making these kind of stuff. But the voids of reality seem daunting and intimidating. enjoy.

There's No Worries At All When The World Thinks Your A Creep.

Nobody Takes a Photo of Something They Want to Forget.

From time to time, I watch movies for plot, entertainment, artistic value, and other mumbo-jumbo. But for the last month, I've been hooked on this film released back in 2002, called One Hour Photo. Starring Robin Williams, the movie on the outside is a straight forward stalker-thriller, but after reading a few reviews and other bloggers talk about the movie, I became more intrigued. There's a lot more to it then just what's given straight forward to you, as the film is more of a painting of the character Robin Williams portrays. The cinematography and the symbolism from almost every scene catches your eye like a gemstone in a row of plastic, and the film itself is an immaculate tessellate. I could explain a lot about it, but i can't say what's already haven't been said. Follow the rabbit hole...

Your Kiss is So Sweet, As Your Sweat is So Sour.

Black Cat Somewhere In The Heart of the Beast.

Those Daily Mailing Postage Twiding By Hillside Afternooning Forgotten Residue.

I haven't done my monthly playlist in much a while, nor update the blog, nor the talk of discussion, or too much in anything that relates to correct grammar. It's so much with the times and the arc of change, the once refreshing feeling that causes the certain nerve on your backbone to tingle, to make you want to breakdance in public. Or something like that.

But I could only watch and listen, and sit conform and idlely, to the tune of raindrops, the sound of wind blushing over itself, the smell of asphalt and the cars that drive over it. Like Pershing watching WWII or Tom Verlaine watching the 80s. A back-and-forth lunchwagon arriving on the scene twelve hours too late. Time passes so much when you ignore sunlight, as the moon hopes to be helpful, but can only sigh as he can only watch.

I can only dance at thoughts like this, in a tune soft as silence, and trails on the dirt and grass I travel over. I'd hate the feeling that I accept, as much as becoming comfortable with drowning when your left finding your way how to swim.

I'd wish I could relate.
I'd wish I could relate to anyone.
But even when she smiles, I'll fumble.

Up to No Good.

Sometimes It's Not About Being Hip, But Better To Know Who You Wanna Be Hip With

This is the direction my ears are looking at, as the depth at today's contemporary scene is quite unforgiving. But its funny how no one will remember the pop star from 20 years back, only the legends.

Believing in a Daydream.

Watching the marathon for the week being. They don't make those shows like they do.

After the Fall of Heisenberg Reich, A King Left Wandering the Desert for His Lifetime

There's definitely a lot of interesting characters beyond just Walt &Co. , so I'd propose there needs to be a little mini-series to explain the characters back story.
 Here are some examples:

-Mike : his days as a cop in Philly, his change to the criminal world, and why he moved to ABQ

-Gus : his days in chile, how he met Max, and his rise to the top, or just how he got Don Elando's attention

-Jesse : his days in high school, his relationship with his family, and how he met friends he meets (Badger, Skinny Pete, Krazy-8, etc.

-Gretchen & Elliot : how Walt met Elliot, how they fell out, Walt's relationship with Gretchen, and his decision to turn to high school teaching. ( note : I can imagine a scene at the end of this one that pre-shadows Walt the 52 - Denny's scene, but instead meets Skyler for the first time as a Waitress and the starting of their relationship)

-Hector Salamanca - toward the twilight of his Cartel days, his stroke, his entry into ABQ, how he met Tuco, (and it ends with the picture going black and the sound of him ringing the bell for the first time)

-Epilogue - Holly - 17 years after "52" , Holly, if she is still alive, goes on her teenage life parentless (if that is the case), without knowing what truly happened to them, not knowing what is the truth or a lie. She appears almost similar to Jane in the way she dresses up and we truly see the long term effects with all Walt has done. She meets a boy (who not only reminds of Jesse but introduces to her almost the same way as Jesse did), they become friends and offers to ease her the past pain put on her, and irony of ironies, he offers a lost bag of blue sky, the true product of her father, which has also has been lost but has become equally legendary. She faces a moral decision faced by peer pressure, to take and use the meth. This itself would be symbolic on many levels, but the main one is, will she accept or bury away her father legacy? The show turns to black before the answer is revealed, the last mystery left to viewers.

It sound like something i'd like to invest in, as the series is mainly focused on Walt. There's so much back story i'd like to know even after the finale is over. Just saying...

Teenage Apathy Getting Some Attention.

here's more pictures of shirts I previously made,
as I wanna make more.

Mindless Adolescents Caught With Their Tongue in the Peanut Butter.

Got this today on sale, and i thought it was a nice find. Old hardcore dance terror rap punk almost as good as mozart.

Pang Pow! Walking into That Mystery Metaphor.

Acting by Dean Learner.

Britain's finest, doing acting Shakespeare had envisioned for fellow countrymen for the last 600 years. That, and Matt Berry.

Will Be Watching the Best of You From Up Here.

The Kids Don't Care What's Be Coming.

They'll be coming around.

The World According to Boo.

The world seemed bigger so long ago.

Spray.

Time to dress the world in ivory...

"It's a Chemical World and Its Really, Really, Really Cheap"

And I don't know about you, but they are putting the holes in.

One Off The Bucket List.

The Slide Sails as Much As It Could Be Spilt.

As a guy who admires cameras, the effect used on the shots are pretty cool. COOL.

This Aging Nature Conjures My Eyelids Though His Sunglasses.

You bloody wait, you bloody wait, you bloody wait...

Lipstick Wrapped and Drawn On The Wrong Lady Staring This Way.

Youth grows out too soon.

Avoiding the Crowd of Offbeat Bohemian Wannabees or A Death in Prague.

Eyes staring back too much

When I can't keep to look away

For the war that will chase me out

And the fear I won't have it for long

Don't applause for this relentless attack

For my blitzkrieg will surrender me

And the kaisers won't survive long;

So much for thinking out loud.

Ugly disco & kitsch overalls,

What's your best idea for us?

Capitalistic pleasures bought my romance

What's the reason for helping anyone?

Quite cheap the plastic feels

If the bottle pours selflessness,

Make that hassle for your ego.

For every four, the next one's free!

What The Dada Man Said To The Modern Girl.

"Under the cobblestone road, I met Stonewall Jackson,
Surrounded in the magical elastic wonder of another blooper reel.
Even under the terms, he yearned to exterminate animals that don't exist.

Young blooming skies are covered in colored flowers,
Overrun by the likes of bad mascara.
Umber-like lines dressed my toes quite vicious,
Running up something important or nuclear.

It makes me jump in a Donkey Kong-like charade
My red-faced tears smiled a whisper's worth of rain,
All kinds of screaming females come along with dented hooks
Glancing down to dance with fascist eyes;
It makes the charlatans run off pleasing.

Nostalgic times for the young to understand,
And a Shirley Temple smile to help forget my solemn wishes.
To save a scent for the detergent-washed Nazis
Inspecting another chance for romance and blitz
Obtuse strobe lighting and discotheque rain surrounds ten 'o' clock tea time
Needless to say, my umbrella lands in an African wonder

Didn't you dream it would end up this way?
As I'm daft like rascals and apple pie,
Running away from the passage of time
Licking frozen steel to keep me off my feet
In a centerfold of my own entertainment
Not that I should state the syrup-slipping obvious out
Gonna end my endeavor with an exclamation mark."

I'm Punk, Therefore, I Am.

4am, and there's no one out looking
but you nor your tatt cares about that
with a bow to perfect such messy hair
a white cardigan to cover the colours on your back
a pierced hollow ear, in today's trend
no one could understand the slap of your hand
not that the guys around are unkind
but its never the time when shit hits the fan

polka-dotted chucks and wrigley's gum
torn, black, short jeans so swift and lean
glossy and dark nail polish
suede black jacket beneath a row uncleaned
she awaits off a fluorescent corner
with red lipstick shaded of the light it emits
she smiled as she passed among the lines
and I kept face as I reminisced tasting the salt off those lips.