Donnie Darko, now that's a fuckin' great movie. And the only reason why Jake Gyllenhaal became an established actor. But when it comes to the other Donnie, Don Diablo that is, I've had my doubts. I've found his material hard to listen to sometimes, just like with The Bloody Beetroots's whole Warp 1.9 sound which had me greatly dissapointed in them, just as with the Don. But I did at first really like the Beetroots, who, just like the Don has produced some cool stuff, however scarce, they have to be given credit.
This occasion is, thankfully, instigated to celebrate a track of the latter category. Don Diablo's remix of Swoon by, The Chemical Brothers, is a great celebratory feast for the ears.
And if you don't know any of these two acts, well, what kind of underdeveloped country are you living in? Is it hidden under a rock?
Things are looking up, speaking in a strictly topographical manner, of course (pun damn well intended). Groovy things are happening a' plenty. Such as the release of Ratatat's fourth (that's 4) studio album, in early june. Well, that's about it, really. But what's to say we shouldn't stay uppy? There have been plenty pseudo interesting things going on as well, like that weird Kronofonika project, with those two freakishly untalented (topographically speaking, that is) individuals taking turns to deliver tracks each and every day. Juggling that with study and work, well hey, that can't be difficult at all. I strenuously imagine them working like feverish little ants in front of their computers to piece everything together. And that fantasy leads me to the scene in Oldboy where the leading actress has visions of loneliness embodied by riding a subway with only a single ant, peering sideways at the obscene structure. One of my favorite scenes out of a movie, ever, I think.
Korean cinema really is booming, in terms of creativity. Right now I'd say it's the very most edgy moviemaking industry in that aspect. Even though Korean movies usually are amazingly violent and bloody affairs, it is never without a sense of satirical or deeper purpose that a knife is plunged into someones chest. And never has stupid-villain syndrome ever touched the minds of Korean filmmakers, "thank" fuckin' "christ" for that.
Korean music, though, I don't know much about. I think the guys over at Kronofonika generally are more interesting when you touch on that particular subject.
Kolthrast and 253, are the pseudonym's of Kronofonika's resident master cooks of audial delight. They might come off as a tad pretentious, when they're able to cram down a single beat into a 2 hour track, expecting us to listen to all of it. But they're nice people, though. No, really. Leading them off into our topogaphic sunset, will be their own musical works. Take it away!
When waiting for all that is to come, I like to sit down and think through that future which eludes me in sight. The possible outcomes of not doing what is expected, of doing what is by definition "wrong", or courageous. It all seems so vividly colorful and promising at first glance. And when that day comes, nothing really is as it was supposed to, for that simple reason of not having control. Realizing that the strings built up in my mind always are wrought down by the simple expedient of mental control over all that is around me. It's simple really, I, perhaps we, need to stop overanalyzing.
But that is where the problem arises. I would interpret an intellectual being as one who has the ability to properly think in an analytical fashion. So for me it isn't quite so easy as to say to myself to just, "go with my gut". At least in a way that would be considered truly spontaneous, or perhaps in some matters of social conduct, acceptable. In that I cannot decide upon one or the other without large portions of deliberation of what to do, or say. I am, by most definitions, a social pariah. It all comes with a great bit of self indulgance to be able to view myself in this manner.
That thought, that singular notion of me, me as an individual is the single greatest resource I have in the struggle to manufacture an idea of what we, as human beings really are. And that makes me more than happy to be the social pariah. Or atleast to act as one. Life has become a spectator sport for all intents and purposes. I suppose I am in the hunt for truth, however self serving, however inconsequential, I need that sense of reason. Even if it is a sort of intellectual masturbation.
I think the end result can only be this: I believe in summer.
I feel reinvigorated to some degree. Which can only conclude in the hilariously defective act of tribulating you all with a blog post. Oh, and the summer winds sway. Sway you closer, closer to me.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt is the new caretaker of one of my many Celebrity crushes. Or should I say, actor crushes? I'd like to say that I attribute my feelings to his acting prowess, which is why I need the title, if only to regress any form of self delusion.
How then, is it that I deify this person to such an extent that I would divulge my deviant sexuality, you ask?
Ah, that question is mighty easy to answer. It is with utmost reverance I present one of the greatest productions of indie short film comedy, ever to grace my dear eyesockets.
It is on the collaboratory site, Hitrecord.org, that our most regular of Joe's proposes his creative ideas, and the ideas of others to be coupled together into a fine mish mash of, visual and audial, craftsmanship. There the users are welcomed to be creative with what others have made and uploaded. Then when Joe, or one of his partners sees an opportunity to produce the material into a money making product, they jump in to do so with their substantial financial backing. And when the final product is done they give everyone who worked on it a part of the earnings. Sounds like a pretty neat idea to me.
To make matter's even better, here's a song by Animal Collective.
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