Saturday, October 31, 2009

if friends are rarer than genius which is rarer than love - genius friends must be rarer than all that

my friend Ana who's a bit of a genius when it comes to all things film (among other things) found this video/song by Isabella Adjani - "It is her first album under the direction of: Serge Gainsbourg, of course. My feeling is that there is touch of serge in the video too."

my other genius friend hugh introduced me to this man - Dwight Twilley (he claims to be the direct source of all things Twilley that henceforth flowed into the Melbourne music community - which is probably fair enough). its pretty good and something worth taking credit for too actually.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I thought of you - I wonder if you wonder too?

Girl at the Bus Stop - My Drug Hell

One-hit-wonders are the best kind of wonders cause they pick you're favourite songs for you.

“Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”

I made another mix tape this one is a covers mix. I'm a sucker for covers.

The covers are all a bit sombre (which seems to be a 'thing' for covers) but all good - true. Anyway I called it Maudlin Pleasures (thanks Crayon Fields for inspiring me!). NB - Its hard to make a mixtape of somewhat sombre songs (however excellent you think them to be) without turning into or coming across as a big mopey-sad-sack - kinda of like making an R&B mixtape for a guy without seeming like you're aurally hitting on them 20 times every 3 minutes.

Anyhow here's the tracklist -

  1. Marie (Randy Newman cover) - Allison Moorer
  2. Little Lies (Fleetwood Mac cover) - Anna Ternheim
  3. Walk a Thing Line (Fleetwood Mac cover) - Atlas Sound
  4. I Fought the Law (Clash cover) - Bell X1
  5. The Breeze/My Baby Cries (Kath Bloom cover) - Bill Callahan
  6. I Want You (Bob Dylan cover) - Bruce Springsteen
  7. She Wolf (Shakira cover) - Chester French
  8. Plainest Thing (Tift Merritt cover) - Chris Stamley Experience
  9. Hyperballad (Bjork cover) - Dirty Projectors
  10. Jesus Was a Crossmaker (Judee Sill cover) - Frida Hyvonen
  11. So Bored (Wavves cover) - His Clancyness
  12. Box Elder (Pavement cover) - Pet Ghost Project
  13. My Boys (Animal Collective cover) - Taken By Trees
  14. Heaven (Talking Heads cover) - Voxtrot
  15. Just Like Heaven (The Cure cover) - The Watson Twins
  16. Hot Like Fire (Aaliyah cover) - The xx

Monday, October 26, 2009

my weekend in movie stills

i like this - i think.

If your husband ever finds out....

Look how far we've come for other mad men related misogynistic advertising campaigns - here.

but now i'm 26...

He was only twenty-five. He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss—the one that is happening as you feel it.
Emma Forrest

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend

Some Richard Brautigan poems

Have You Ever Had a Witch Bloom like a Highway
Have you ever had a witch bloom like a highway
on your mouth? and turn your breathing to her
fancy? like a little car with blue headlights
passing forever in a dream?

Nice Ass
There is so much lost
and so much gained in
these words.

Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.

Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I don’t want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.

Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light

She tries to get things out of men
that she can’t get because she’s not
15% prettier.

Third Eye
For Gary Snyder

There is a motorcycle
in New Mexico.

In Her Sweetness Where She Folds My Wounds
In her sweetness where she folds my wounds
there is a flower that bees cannot afford.
It is too rich for them and would change
their wings into operas and all their honey
into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent
California county.
When she has finished folding all my wounds
she puts them away in a dresser where the
drawers smell like the ghost of a bicycle.
Afterwards I rage at her: demanding that her
affections always be constant to my questions.

Melting Ice Cream at the Edge of Your Final Thought
Oh well, call it a

Up against the Ivory Tower
I’m sitting here (at a cafe) thinking
about writing a poem. What will I write
about? I don’t know. I just feel like it
when suddenly a young man in a hurry
walks up to me and says, “Can I use your
There’s an envelope in his hand. “I want
to address this.” He takes my pen
and addresses the envelope. He’s very serious
about it. He’s really using the


All from Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt,

We knew the pain of winter wind rushing up your skirt

We knew the pain of winter wind rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or to tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

— The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

Theres nothing more girly than unicorns, cupcakes, pink and Virgin Suicides.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love

I feel like my blog is just becoming a youtube field day - sorry about that - will get back to posting pretty pictures soon, but can't resist this one. The suns out and summers on its way - after a rainy gloomy week its nice to have some sunshine....and some girls.

13 most beautiful

I saw this last night and am obsessed with the screen tests at the moment. 13 was definitely not enough - i would be easy to sit for hours and watch them and hear all the history behind them. I don't think its cool to be fascinated by Warhol and co. now that Factory Girl's been and gone but oh well.

My favourites were Susan Bottomly, Dennis Hopper and especially Freddy Herko.

Dean (of Dean and Britta) told the story of Freddy's death before they played it - so sad. Freddy was a dancer who took too much speed - got kicked out of his house and then -

"Johnny Dodd had also come across Freddy on the 27th. Dodd had seen him at Joe's Dinette on Jones Street in Greenwich Village. According to Dodd, "Freddy was covered with filth, and he was dancing on the counter... He said he hadn't had any drugs for three days, but he was whacked out and his body was quivering."

Dodd took Freddy back to Dodd's apartment on Cornelia Street and Herko poured a bottle of Johnny's perfume into the bath and took a long bubble bath. Dodd knew that Freddy was a Mozart freak so he put the Coronation Mass on the phonograph. Finished with his bath, Freddy danced naked around the living room, occasionally making a run toward the windows. At the time Dodd wondered whether this was going to be the "suicide performance" that Herko had been promising his friends during the weeks prior - "it was obvious that Freddy had to do it now: the time and the place were right, the decor was right, the music was right."

Herko made another long run and leaped out the window. Dodd later told Diane di Prima that he saw Freddy miraculously flying up through the air before his descent to the pavement. At the time of his death Herko was twenty nine years old. He had broken both ankles, his hip, both sides of his pelvis and both of his wrists.