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Album of the week. Oh, the blissful silences between the haunting notes. The simple complexity. The complex simplicity. That voice. That piano. 

Some Other Time may be the most perfect song ever. Glistening like snow on the lawn. Can’t get enough of it at the moment. The whole album is under rated and magic. Explore.

Album of the week. Oh, the blissful silences between the haunting notes. The simple complexity. The complex simplicity. That voice. That piano.

Some Other Time may be the most perfect song ever. Glistening like snow on the lawn. Can’t get enough of it at the moment. The whole album is under rated and magic. Explore.

King of the Badgers by Philip Hensher – review | Books | The Guardian

Ambivalent about this. I loved The Northern Clemency and this was a similar state of the nation piece with a surveillance subtext and a thriller element. Should have worked. Didn’t quite.

I like things to be ambitious and I don’t even mind if they fail in the trying, and I enjoyed it from that point of view, but felt frustrated too. The structure felt flawed. Too many voices. No one terribly appealing. A snobbery from the author. Looking down on everyone. The poor laughable, the middle class pretentious, the wealthy absurd. Who is left to care about?

This. Oh I don’t know what I thought of this. I love Glasgow so wanted to see this, and Glasgow looked exactly as it should. Beautiful, modern, aged, edgy. Scarlett collected men and they died in alien blackness. She found a kind of humanity and that humanity destroyed her.

It was like The Man Who Fell to Earth directed by Lars Von Trier. Brave, baffling, gorgeous. Lovely to see a film so boldly arty doing so well but it was, kind of, nearly, maybe, hard work.

But difficult is good. Challenging is good. Right? So this was good.

Elbow: The Take Off and Landing of Everything review – no surprises, but still beautifully crafted | Music | The Guardian

Loving this more than anything else at the moment. I have always liked Elbow, but never quite loved them before. This has made me want to smear marmalade on them and crunch indelicately through their crusty edges to their moist interior.

I like New York Morning most, My Sad Captains too. All of them really.

Oddly, it’s three years this week that I started this tumblr, and that was a piece about Lippy Kids from Elbow’s last album. My Sad Captains offers another reflection on times and friendships past and the dawning reality of age. These songs, prismatic memories of other lives, lighting the dark of our own tiny avenues with inevitable Mirrorballs.

Splendid.

Not sure what the sky is filled with tonight. Some kind of weather. Something doomy, smoke-like, hazy.

Not sure what the sky is filled with tonight. Some kind of weather. Something doomy, smoke-like, hazy.

Cinema trip to see this, and how lovely it was. I can see why the books will have been wish fulfillment fodder for so many, despite the illness. The central relationship is so sweet, so charming, and the playing matched the characters. Lovely looking and charismatic actors playing people struggling with illness, falling in love, visiting Amsterdam, facing death. 

Some say it’s rather schmaltzy, too good looking, to clean, and I think it probably is, but you know how well a film which shows the awful truth in close up detail would have done at the box office? Very bloody poorly indeed. And I’m not sure it set out to show the truth about cancer, it set out to show the truth about love with a tragic framework, which could be seen as manipulative, but in my current earnest state, I chose not to do so.

Very sweet, funny, charming. My kIds loved it, which is why we went, but it won my heart too. Kids who watch stuff like this are going to read, listen to earnest music, be thinkers, care, love, seek the best in and of themselves. Can we say that for all the films our young will watch? No. Let’s not judge and find strands that fray, let’s look at the whole and find something enabling, improving, and let it be.

Cinema trip to see this, and how lovely it was. I can see why the books will have been wish fulfillment fodder for so many, despite the illness. The central relationship is so sweet, so charming, and the playing matched the characters. Lovely looking and charismatic actors playing people struggling with illness, falling in love, visiting Amsterdam, facing death.

Some say it’s rather schmaltzy, too good looking, to clean, and I think it probably is, but you know how well a film which shows the awful truth in close up detail would have done at the box office? Very bloody poorly indeed. And I’m not sure it set out to show the truth about cancer, it set out to show the truth about love with a tragic framework, which could be seen as manipulative, but in my current earnest state, I chose not to do so.

Very sweet, funny, charming. My kIds loved it, which is why we went, but it won my heart too. Kids who watch stuff like this are going to read, listen to earnest music, be thinkers, care, love, seek the best in and of themselves. Can we say that for all the films our young will watch? No. Let’s not judge and find strands that fray, let’s look at the whole and find something enabling, improving, and let it be.

Don’t normally watch action movies much, but the kids wanted to see this one and I caved because Julienne Moore in it, so it seemed wholly more credible and appealing than the unusual fare. And so it proved. Reviews all pretty terrible, of course, but I thought it was proper exciting. My foot was vibrating on the floor and occasionally I burst into laughter, purely from the tension. This never happens.

I thought it was thrilling, really well done, quite moving even. Neeson was superb in a role I suppose he can play in his sleep and Julianne Moore was just about as excellent as you would expect.

Beautiful.

Don’t normally watch action movies much, but the kids wanted to see this one and I caved because Julienne Moore in it, so it seemed wholly more credible and appealing than the unusual fare. And so it proved. Reviews all pretty terrible, of course, but I thought it was proper exciting. My foot was vibrating on the floor and occasionally I burst into laughter, purely from the tension. This never happens.

I thought it was thrilling, really well done, quite moving even. Neeson was superb in a role I suppose he can play in his sleep and Julianne Moore was just about as excellent as you would expect.

Beautiful.

Jul 8

Some photos from our walk to Hebden Bridge early Sunday to watch the Tour de France. Beautiful walk, lovely day.

Jul 3
Superb night in Hebden yesterday. Simon Amstell is prepping his next tour and trying out some material as part of the Arts Festival. As always, deeply personal and exposing. Raw and funny, painful and embarrassing. Comedy as art, as it should be. 

I kind of hate comedy, but Amstell and Stewart Lee are the exceptions. Privileged to have seen them both this year. Both remarkable.

Superb night in Hebden yesterday. Simon Amstell is prepping his next tour and trying out some material as part of the Arts Festival. As always, deeply personal and exposing. Raw and funny, painful and embarrassing. Comedy as art, as it should be.

I kind of hate comedy, but Amstell and Stewart Lee are the exceptions. Privileged to have seen them both this year. Both remarkable.

Been rather looking forward to this. This period, this place. The end of jazz, the birth of folk, the beginnings of the beat movement. 1961 in Greenwich Village. A hundred movements coalescing. Drugs, poetry, hipsters, civil rights, urgency, a change coming. 

It’s a period ill served in film and for these film makers to get a great cast together and tell the story of these hours and these times… this would be something to cherish.

But ho hum, this was not that film. Dull, sleepy, wearing. Missing the point of that milieu. It could have been set in the New Romantic era in the 1980’s, or the rave scene of the 90’s. It’s place and time were incidental, not stitched in. It was a factionalized version of Dave Von Ronk’s life I think, a man beaten to the punch by Dylan, but if this was his story it scarcely needed to be told. It was a footnote to a better story, a tale untold here. To make a movie of a footnote requires some commitment.

Performances were good, but sort of pointless. Like Llewyn’s career, it went nowhere.

Been rather looking forward to this. This period, this place. The end of jazz, the birth of folk, the beginnings of the beat movement. 1961 in Greenwich Village. A hundred movements coalescing. Drugs, poetry, hipsters, civil rights, urgency, a change coming.

It’s a period ill served in film and for these film makers to get a great cast together and tell the story of these hours and these times… this would be something to cherish.

But ho hum, this was not that film. Dull, sleepy, wearing. Missing the point of that milieu. It could have been set in the New Romantic era in the 1980’s, or the rave scene of the 90’s. It’s place and time were incidental, not stitched in. It was a factionalized version of Dave Von Ronk’s life I think, a man beaten to the punch by Dylan, but if this was his story it scarcely needed to be told. It was a footnote to a better story, a tale untold here. To make a movie of a footnote requires some commitment.

Performances were good, but sort of pointless. Like Llewyn’s career, it went nowhere.