April 17th, 2008

amd: guru of badonkadonk

7 songs

Once again, gloriamunty has proven the exception to my rule about memes by tagging me with one that actually interests me, the instructions of which go like this: List seven songs you are into right now no matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good. They simply must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

Ever since the Tom Waits cartooning project, I've been listening to more Tom than I ever thought I would, but there's one song in particular that draws me back far more than all the others: "Ol’ 55". Even if you don't know it, you probably know the more popular, yet inferior Eagles cover. The original is so much better. It's just about a perfect song in my book.

One night K. asked me what I thought about "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles, so we YouTube'd it and lo and behold, I was delighted. I love me some pop music and this piano tune about how she refuses to write her boyfriend a love song does quite well by me.

No group makes me feel twenty years younger they way the Replacements do, so recently I compiled all my favorite 'Mats songs onto the old ipod for some serious re-listening. The one that gets played twice as often as the others? "Kiss Me on the Bus".

Last Halloween, I dj'd some 70s music for some friends and now I can't stop listening to my favorite old soul songs. And the first song I always play (and I usually play it twice in a row) is "Midnight Train to Georgia" by Gladys Knight & the Pips.

I saw the Fratellis at last year's WXPN concert and didn't find them that memorable, but ever since the trailer for Run Fatboy Run, I can't stop listening to "Chelsea Dagger".

I first heard the Ditty Bops's version of the old jazz tune "Sister Kate" in an episode of The L Word back in 2007. Since then, I doubt that I've gone more than a week without listening to it. It's just so damn fun.

While I listen to a lot of David Bowie just about all the damn time, there's one song that's become a mantra to me when I'm working on my novel, "Ziggy Stardust", particularly the line "He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar."

(ETA: You can listen to a streaming mixtape of my seven songs here: http://radiofreeassmonkey.muxtape.com/)

In non-music news, yesterday one of my co-workers bought some makeup during her lunch break and was shocked (shocked, I say!) to realize she was walking about the city with a woman's partially-clothed bottom on her bag. I was less shocked and quickly negotiated for possession of said bag, which now graces my cubical wall and which I now present to you.

amd: ballerina escape


All right, here's the last of my film festival reviews:

Last friday, I started with Help Me Eros, a Taiwanese film that follows a formerly rich man slowly selling off all his former belongings in order to survive, the helpline worker he calls often, and the scantily-clad women who sell betel nuts and cigarettes on the streets of Taiwan. Very interesting, minimalistic but compelling, and sometimes visually stunning.

Jack Brooks: Monster Slayer was a cheesy, low budget horror flick about a plumber fighting monsters. Had a few good moments.

Saturday started early with Global Impact, a collection of animated shorts, many of a political bent. A mixed bag, obviously, but overall very nice. My favorite was the very clever, but slightly too long The History of America, which told the story of a war between cowboys and astronauts.

I had very low expectations for the Indie comedy Young People Fucking, but ended up enjoying it tremendously. It even made me laugh out loud at times. It follows five very different couples having sex: co-workers on a first date, two exes, a pair of best friends, a married couple who have lost their sexual spark, and a single guy who gets dragged into a threesome-of-sorts by his roommate.

The Hong Kong crime film Triangle has three directors (Tsui Hark, Ringo Lam and Johnnie To) each handling parts of the story in their own style. It's every bit as scattered and schizophrenic as you might expect, at times boring, at others ludicrous. I wasn't a fan.

You've probably seen tv commercials selling The Forbidden Kingdom as a Jackie Chan-Jet Li martial arts extravaganza, but really it's a Wizard of Oz-style kids film about a modern American kid who travels back in time to save mythical China from an evil warlord and learn an important lesson about... blah, blah. It's ok, but it's better that you know what you're in for.

After that I saw Film Noir, an animated noir story about an amnesiac man waking up next to a corpse and trying to figure out who he is, what he's done, and why people are trying to kill him. It's a very earnest attempt and often succeeds, but I found a few of the moments a little too convenient.

Timecrimes is a light sci-fi, Spanish film about how much an ordinary guy can mess things up with just a little bit of time travel.

And that turned out to be my last film. On Monday, I hurt my back and decided to play hooky on the rest of the festival.