I’ve been sitting at my computer most of the day working on various things, and now that I find myself at the end of this particular round of consciousness, it just seemed appropriate to say hello to all my fans. As such, I don’t have anything to really talk to you about, so I’ll speak shortly on the subjects of music and advertisement.
Music. Never been the fan that others are. An ex of mine by the name of Ashley lived her life by the clef note. I just couldn’t get it. Spence is the same way. That said, I still enjoy my fair share of artists and am generally on the lookout for new aural experiences. I just got done doing a little bit of spur-of-the-moment purchasing on Amazon — a couple of albums I never really saw myself buying. First was “10” by K’s Choice. I saw K’s Choice perform at the 1997 Lilith Fair when it came to Arizona. I downloaded a couple of their songs and have never heard anything more. Their 10 year Greatest Hits Album seems a good start.
The second is very surprising, even to me. I bought “The Divine Comedy” by Milla Jovovich. I didn’t really know she could sing either, but a few weeks ago, I wiki-ed my birthday and discovered a whole bunch of stuff that happened on that auspicious date in December. Among them, Ms. Jovovich was born two years previously. On her little bio was a mention of her burgeoning music career, and I have finally gotten around to giving it a try. The “folk” label that everyone kept applying to the album was probably the highest selling point for me for the record (as opposed to, say, the mental image that persists in my mind from the The Fifth Element!). On the same front, I’m happy to announce that I’ll again be checking out Flogging Molly later this month at the Garage in Glasgow, and then in early June I’ll be catching Garbage in London. More on that particular trip next time perhaps.
And on to advertisement, specifically in relation to music. I had two things I wanted to mention, but can only remember one of them. Has anyone from the other side of the Atlantic seen the new advert for the VW Golf? I think it’s hilarious, though Chris finds it remarkably frightening. It’s a new take on “Singing in the Rain” and starts more or less normal. Gene Kelly is walking along, closes his umbrella, and looks up into the rain . . . and then it gets weird. The music changes into a techno version, and Gene starts doing these weird breakdance moves which heavily suggest that he is not, in fact, human. After watching the advert several times I’ve figured out that the head really is Gene and that the body has been refilmed (duh), and that the clue lies in his white dress shirt under the jacket which they couldn’t quite match up all the time. My point? Nothing really. Just a really fascinating take on an old standard. I’m glad for it really. I’d love to see more like it. HA HA! And there we have the other advert I wanted to mention. This one is for Levi’s jeans. It took me a little while, but I figured out where it came from. It has a bunch of hispanic guys giving another guy a hard time about his jeans before said guy goes and meets hottie girl as she leaves her place of work. The twist to all this is that the characters are all speaking in remarkably strange street talk. Almost — dare I say it? — Shakespearean. Like I said, it took me a while to pin it down, but the text really is Shakespearean, and comes from the best play ever, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” (those who may have seen this advert may notice that they’ve added a bit at the beginning which gives the title, the act, and the scene number. I want it noted that that wasn’t there at first! ;)). Again, my point? Why can’t we have LOADS more stuff with the Bard’s works in it? To be honest, this commercial is exactly what I expected from Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet and so I was naturally a bit disappointed. Oh well, I guess. I’m not that big a fan of “Romeo and Juliet” anyway, so I guess you could say “Rubbish in, rubbish out.”
That was a whole lot longer than I had planned. Hope you don’t mind. I’ll catch you all soon. Think I may make a VERY early night of it. I’m dyin’ here for some reason!
SNOUT O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
BOTTOM What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do
. . .
BOTTOM I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
I am not afraid.
. . .
TITANIA [Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
. . .
TITANIA I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Mine ear is much enamour’d of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
~William Shakespeare – “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” Act III Scene i