Ever wondered what our world will be like if we keep pasting logos everywhere we look in our lives? Ever wanted to see that obnoxious Mc Donald’s clown get his? Wonder and want no more. Check out this work of amazing art / commentary / amazing genius animation. “Logorama” It’s cool and more than irreverent. We almost live in this world.
LIFT is a quietly fascinating meditation on the mundanities of London life. Installing himself inside the lift of a high-rise block of council flats, Isaacs and his camera patiently observe the residents as they go about their daily business. As each of his subjects enters the lift, it’s interesting to note their reactions to him being there; some are suspicious, others curious, and then there are those who seem more comfortable in his presence. Lift is a revealing and truly original perspective on modern British life. *** Marc Isaacs worked as an assistant to acclaimed filmmaker Pawel Pawlikowski, who encouraged Isaacs to make his own film. The result was Lift, and from that debut onwards Isaacs has revealed a great capacity to empathise with the protagonists of his films. Never judging by appearances, Isaacs’ skill at getting to know the characters becomes part of the narrative of the film, and their (and our) prejudices and preconceptions are challenged by the reality he finds. Strong human characters are at the heart of all of Isaacs’ films and “he has quietly built a body of work that puts him amongst the most empathetic documentary observers we have of lives often overlooked” In his films Isaacs creates a succession of deeply moving portraits, piecing together a unique vision of modern Britain.
The best music in Los Angeles right now…There’s an electric feeling that shivers right up your spine when a singer nails your head and heart at the same time. Whether that song radiates from the artist’s illium, Sacrum or the “I’ve been to the depths of my personal hell, and I’m back to tell you about it!” You just know when it’s the real deal. When someone unearths an uncanny knack for finding your bruises and putting a thumb to them, it makes you take notice. Such is the case with John Doe and Exene of “X”, John Prine, and Alex Chilton, in my humble estimation anyway. These folks might hail from different times and places within the rock music continuum, but in my book,they all aged artistically, and experienced new stages of life. They are still-expanding musical nebulae. For John Doe, Moving deep into the California mountains, gave him the ability to focus on his land, his community and on the tools of songwriting. The result was the birth of his album, “A Year In The Wilderness.” Far from he and Exene’s 1987 release “See How We are,” Doe became less plaintive on depicting the visuals for his songs and instead embedded them adeptly into the sounds and song structures that seem to identify ‘The New Americana” Doe still uses his lyrics to “tell” the listener what to “see”but his writing became more complex and compelling for sure. Not since John Prine have I seen songwriting this affecting and visual. In John Prine we saw a man in “some deep kind of funk”, longing or loving, whether it was for a woman or his own child, Prine’s songs,sometimes sweet, alot of times funny, share two common links with the writers I mentioned earlier, irony and brazen honesty. Mr. Prine kept it country and nailed our funny bone just when we needed it most.
Giving me shivers up my spine as a college kid, not only for his looks, but for the mere sound of his voice, Alex Chilton’s incandescent, “Big Star” paired deep suffering growls, poppy eclectic grooves with desirous falsettos. Chilton made me melt and best of all I could see a creative process at work. It’s that “well thought out” lyrical muscle that was flexed by some and now seems frighteningly flabby in most writers nowadays. What about that lyrical twist? Where are the words that make you think?
I decided to wrestle my dial from NPR just for a brief moment this morning as I was feeling a bit “song-sick.” I needed an anthem for the day. I often seek out something specifically intended to swirl around in my head for the rest of the day. All I found was a “sea of nauseatiatingly common method songwriting” or songs wantonly layered with a multitude of trance tracks with “Akon-like vocal overlays” that simply use alliteration in efforts to qualify as “the new hybrid rap.”
Even though mainstream top 40 charts seem to have lately produced a world of “word-weary copy-cats”, the musical landscape does reveal shimmers of placer. At the urging of a friend I gave a listen to the very English “Duffy” and immediately downloaded her entire album. Her voice was at once very “antique” yet freshly familiar. “A Fine Frenzy” (one Allison Sudol , apparently enamoured with the imagery of Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”), offers a finely tuned sweet and athletic voice. Her deft lyrics are organic, lively and refreshing and surprising in structure. Sudol’s Fine Frenzy is guilty of keeping one or two songs in my head for several days now. If you ever followed Amy Farris (how we’ll miss that lady…), whether it’s was Dave Alvin’s Guilty Women or a Brian Wilson record, you would again,found that soulful straightforward style, this time with a Viola or a violin.
While bright spots like Duffy, A Fine Frenzy and others are capturing the hearts and minds of listeners nationwide, “The singer-songwriter genre,” is alive and tangible in our clubs. A trip into Los Angeles reveals the likes of some of the current autuers: Paul Plagens, Patria Jacobs, Greg Franco of Rough Church and his “big in New Zealand” solo project: “Greg Franco’s Wandering Bear.” Also sharing a multi-directional inspired genius is Suki Ewers who brings her swirling personally lyrical songs that take off where Mazzy Star left off.
The great American art of songwriting didn’t end with Robert Zimmerman, Arlo or Woody, it’s alive and well and it’s here for the listening.
1. Paul Plagens
The”perfect mix” of all the aspects that make a songsmith shine. Not unlike a contemporary John Prine, Plagens just cannot be missed. I was invited to 2nd St. Jazz for my birthday back in June of this year, where Patria Jacobs Tex-Pate and former leader of “RubyFish” consistently hammers out one after another “Patriaworld” experiences. The lean and cool Plagens played songs such as: Lovesick Car and others. That night Paul stood out with his soulful songs and uncommon humor. He’s been a member of the rock / alt band “Greta”, and done tons of studio work for ‘more than famous folks. In addition to his own projects Plagens “sings honest” affecting well-crafted alliterative stories of real life interspersed with unexpected hilarity. He’s a treat to see and experience and in my opinion seems to inhabit that fruitful web of artists in the vein of Prine, Doe, and Chilton. Not yet having garnered the movement that the luxury of time provides, I believe he’s poised to be “that next great singer-songwriter. Obviously you should not miss Paul Plagens!
2. Patria Jacobs
“Tex-pate” (L.A. transplant or many years now) and Chanteuse of American indie pop, Patria’s swooning visceral songs define anyone’s emotional landscape. Her deft and oceanic songs are not to be missed. On her new release “Poison of the Sea” Patria’s smoky growl will have you enraptured. From her time as the co-conspirator behind “RubyFish” with Russ Chaput, to the eclectic forary into the pop/electronic visage that is her single “Do the Pink,” Patria is a purveyor of fine music of Los Angeles often found hammering out another “Patriaworld” where she spotlights great singer-songwriters and multi-member local bands. Always a great host and performer herself, she is expanding and changing the L.A. music scene.
3. Greg Franco
The L.A. Weekly called Greg Franco “An Iconic Auteur,” who began his stay on the Los Angeles scene in the very early eighties with the seminal low brow band, The Blashpemous Yellow. B.Y., sported some type of pounding and often times sweet bleating “grunky” (Grungy-Punk) type of thing… picture the musical love-child resulting from some operatic tryst between “The Minute and Men” and “Gang of Four” then you might have an idea of the sound. Crooning about the barrios of Chavez Ravine, and the dusty in-betweens of San Fernando road, Franco et. al., haunted all the venues that would have them. Venues such as The Anti-Club, the Lhasa, The Music Machine, Madame Wong’s, Al’s Bar and many others. Later the front-man for “Ferdinand”, a four piece including Laura Smith and David Guerrero of Third Grade Teacher, shook Silverlake and other venues up and down the coast with crunch alternative rock and roll that you had to eat with a fork. Franco’s current troupe, Rough Church, is a “states-living but New Zealand famous” quartet. As if Rough Church wasn’t enough, Franco must believe he’s got more hands than the Hindu god Vishnu herself, as he’s also working on his flagship personal project, “Greg Franco’s wandering bear.” You can’t keep a good man down.
I can’t wait for these interviews, and videos, which are coming soon. However, pictures are below. But come back soon and we’ll finish the gig.
Below are: Patria Jacobs, Paul Plagens and Greg Franco.
Some celebrities are blessed to have their “looks” (whether natural or manufactured,or a combination of both) for a long time. Some are not. Some hold on to hairstyles that are frighteningly obvious nods to their past glory. Take Nick Nolte’s blonde slightly wavy early 90’s tresses, that he had to cooley brush away as he crouched against the fender of a car whilst he slowly grabbing for his gun to take sniperly aim at some nefarious character. Those tresses are still being rocked! And now…they’re only food for papparazi. The vermin that creeps along our city streets stalking celebrities just minding their own business (ruthless and innane hairstlyes or not), seems to parallel the massive increase in Celebrity Worship Syndrome. A man not helping the situation is one Donald Trump! Maybe his inspiration for the super-wide girth of the comb-over that he mashes down every AM with some type of sheening potion, was the inspired result of his attendance at a “Player” concert back in 1977? (Remember Player’s “Baby Come Back?)….On the original album cover, Check the guy to extreme the left of the lead singer-the bassist Ron Moss. The Donald must’ve fancied himself as au’ courant as brother Moss. Obviously vulnerable to the smallest chinook, these folks have got to know how un-daily life-friendly their coiffes actually are, but still they can’t wrangle themselves from the visual ties to their past. Whether it’s the oft heard, “Hey! it’s trendy again! mantra,…IT’S JUST FOOD FOR THE PAPARAZZI!! Public complaints from these waning nebulai about those predatory plebians falls at least on my deaf ears, as these grumps wait with baded breath to get the holy grail of bad hair shots. For example one Mr. Trump, saunters across Las Vegas Boulebard one breezy afternoon (possibly 12 bodyguards in tow), a soft chinook sweeps across the stinky cigarette and piss soaked Las Vegas Boulevard and circles up the belly of The Donald, where it devilishly lifts up Mr. Trump’s rug! OOPS! SNAP!!! CLICK!!! Literally taking flight (un-Falcon-Heene-like), the “combie” seems to actually wave back at the photog! Not unlike catching a senegalese tiger in the depths of India in some natural act ‘never before captured on camera,’ the photog is eccstatic! What a snap, what a day! ‘I don’t have to work for three months!’ I can drive my daughter to Kindercare in the mornings! My wife can dance later at Spearamint Rhino tonight!
..The Donald’s “faux-woven” (new word alert: “Fauxven”) was merely hanging on by a few fine strands. More appropriate for a sail than a toupee, Mr. Trump will have gained lift by the time the wind dies down. Calling for his “boy” to come and re-coiffe his appendage. The Donald quickly re-gains swagger and returns on this path to the limo. Donald, Mr. Nolte, Ms. Lohan and others REALLY ARE good for the economy. Lessening depression as they wallow in their own, giving people a laugh and helping papparazi and the entire supply chain that goes with those magazines keep their children in Lucky Brand Jeans. It’s a rough job, but someone’s gotta do it.
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I had a comment about the movie and some words about being an open and brave parent.
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Review Title: Not wild about “Wild Things”
“From what I’ve heard from friends, it’s more disturbing to parents than children. Supposedly it does deal with a lot of emotional aspects, and I think that children are often too young to understand them, or to be made uncomfortable by the sudden onset of the unexpected emotional and psychological depth. To kids, it’s just a movie about a boy and his monster friends.”
Either way, I am a huge supporter of seeing any movie before taking your children to it. It’s the best way to make sure you are prepared to answer any questions that your kids may have.
Here is my response:
“Where the Wild Things Are.” is a very deep, clever and original movie. It is a “take” on the children’s book. It is a very important lesson for children that “act out” and / or are victims of splintered families. Sometimes we are children of divorce, or some other “life happenstance” are “mad at the world” and we see our parents as “mean” or “uncaring.” We don’t know their battles. But how can we? We are children at the time! This is just a story (extrapolated from a basic story, refining and expanding characters), that attempts to speak about family, the value of family. No matter what your situation you can almost always be sure of three things:
1) You are lucky to have a family
2) Everyone is fighting some kind of battle
3) Anger and escape are not always the answer – Even for kids.
My 9 year old and 12 year old were really affected emotionally by this movie. I could see it in their faces. They got the point. It’s a point that is hard for parents to make…in words that is. I applaud the movie for it’s braveness, it’s depiction of a child’s confusion, their spirit of freedom. Max’s behavior was typical of a child confused, hurt and angry, as we can all be at several times in our lives. I, personally, found that my sons’ worst moments of frustation can look amazingly similar to the scenes depicted. Why whitewash the REAL BEHAVIOR of children at different emotional states? Why not show our kids that other kids go through similar emotions and then have a frank and realistic talk about these ideas? P.S. a visit from a few Therapy session refugees from a Woody Allen movie from an alternate universe was a welcome spin on the “Wild things” themselves. What a clever and poignant outing. DO NOT MISS THIS MOVIE!!