…a guy from my fraternity passed away after a bout with pancreatic cancer. Very sad, to be sure, but something interesting happened with his Facebook account. People started posting memorials on his wall. I’m not sure how I feel about this, especially since some of them were borderline retarded. “I eagerly await your status update from heaven!” People grieve in different ways, but Jesus, that is terrible.
Of course, that gave me an idea: Should I tragically pass, I have given my Facebook password to one of my friends, and he is going to post the following status: “Wow, it sure is hot down here. Don’t miss me too much, though, you’ll all be joining me soon enough.” I feel like that would be a fitting epitaph.
As we all know by now, Arcade Fire’s partially re-recorded version of “Wake Up” provides the score to the hype-catalyzing trailer to Where The Wild Things Are, and though previous reports suggested the band’s music would be prominently featured in the film, it was actually Karen O’s work that ended up providing the full soundtrack. Don’t worry, though, Arcade Fire’s influence on the finished product is not to be underestimated.
The initial trailer… that Arcade Fire song [“Wake Up”] was something I’d used along the way in cutting stuff. Before we shot the movie, I cut together this mood piece; I used footage from E.T., RATCATCHER and THE BLACK STALLION, and cut together this mood piece to the song. I showed it to the crew to give them a sense of the tone and the feeling of the film before we shot. It was a way to get everyone to the same place. I wrote the whole script to Arcade Fire’s FUNERAL, and I listened to that song a lot. That record is thematically very connected to the film. So it seems so perfect that we got to put that in the trailer.
Meanwhile, if you still need to get your Arcade Fire soundtrack fix, the first teaser of a score for Richard Kelly’s The Box by Win Butler, Régine Chassagne and Owen Pallett is now streaming here (via Exclaim!).
1. The latest book or movie that made you cry? Up came pretty close. The silent montage of the relationship in the beginning was maybe the most amazing, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in any movie. I was also surprised to find out that the kid was Asian. I didn’t notice that at all! Pixar should make their 3-D depiction of Asians more racist looking so it’s easier to tell.
“I wish I had a lotta answers.
‘Cause that’s the way it should be.
For all these questions.
Being directed at me.
I just can’t find the time.
To write my mind.
The way I want it to read.”—Wilco (Box Full of Letters)
Now you can give your over-exaggerated fear of everything a visual representation. I hope my mother never discovers this site or I am sure to start getting emails about how to prepare for Venezuelan Equine Encephalitis and Chikungunya.
“By loving the NBA, I limit my contact with white supremacists, nutty nationalists, merciless lawmen and legislators, 18th-century ideologues, Jesus freaks, old-fashioned fearmongers and DEA wannabes.”—Chris Bernucca of Pro Basketball News.
Republicans cheered when America failed to land the Olympics and now they are criticizing the President of the United States for receiving the Nobel Peace prize - an award he did not seek but that is nonetheless an honor in which every American can take great pride - unless of course you are the Republican Party.
The 2009 version of the Republican Party has no boundaries, has no shame and has proved that they will put politics above patriotism at every turn. It’s no wonder only 20 percent of Americans admit to being Republicans anymore - it’s an embarrassing label to claim.
“Man is manifestly not the measure of all things. This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name. The consciousness that animates us is itself central to this mystery and ground for any experience we may wish to call “spiritual.” No myth needs to be embraced for us to commune with the profundity of our circumstance. No personal God need be worshipped for us to live in awe at the beauty and immensity of creation. No tribal fictions need be rehearsed for us to realize, one fine day, that we do, in fact, love our neighbors, that our happiness is inextricable from their own, and that our interdependence demands that people everywhere be given the opportunity to flourish. The days of our religious identities are clearly numbered. Whether the days of civilization itself are numbered would seem to depend, rather to much, on how soon we realize this.”—Sam Harris
“It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill.
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain’t no killer.
The gat’s by your liver, your upper lip quiver.
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi.”—The Notorious B.I.G.
Shotgun Rules (feat. Marina Gasolina) by Zucchini Drive.
The first single from the upcoming Zucchini Drive release also entitled "Shotgun Rules." Featuring Marina Gasolina (ex-Bonde do Role, Brazil) and produced, by KaeoFLUX & Mon.Key.Pod, from Brooklyn, NYC.
"NPR’s Jacob Ganz takes a microscope to Pitchfork’s Top 200 Albums Of The 2000s list to tell a story about the evolution of the website from trendy discovery engine to indie-band kingmaker. This is music nerdery of an extreme sort, but well worth a read if you’re into that sort of thing." (via buzzfeed.com)
No, I am not getting a flu shot. I never have and I never will. Please stop asking me. I don’t care about H1N1. I won’t die from it and you won’t either. If you or I die from this nonsense, I will owe you a Coke. Everyone settle the fuck down.
A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene by Okkervil River
I’m a man in a dream and they’re dancing in front of my eyes. Is the queen informed of the flaws with the eyes all got odd and ruppled into her spine. She rises up like a yawn, grips my heart like a claw, splits apart like a jaw, like an eye.
These guys were the highlight of my weekend in GG Park. I expected the world and they delivered. Even the great Old 97’s who followed couldn’t even come close to the magic that went on before them. I want a soundboard of that show so bad.
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In a recent interview with the Austin Chronicle, Wilco’s Jeff Tweedy sounded off on the difference between CD/MP3 and older music listening devices, such as vinyl and jukeboxes, calling the latter two: “things that are imperfect that would come packaged with all this added emotion and depth and meaning because they sounded, literally, like they were transmissions from another planet.” In light of Tweedy’s fondness for “pops and scratches and static,” Wilco’s recent appearance on the classic radio variety show A Prairie Home Companion was a perfect fit.
Not that the show is still using only old technology to send transmissions from the planet Minnesota: as evidenced by their official site, host Garrison Keillor and company are settling into the modern age nicely. Just as we said last week, the entire broadcast, which features interviews and performances by guests Wilco and Patty Loveless, is available to stream in parts or full here.
It’s a long show and if you’re only listening for Wilco, you may have to skip around a bit, but it makes a perfect soundtrack to your workday, I say.