Saturday, January 17, 2009

This Day in History|1991
Operation Desert Storm Begins

When two tribes go to war...

C'est son destin!

While this is a very, very good movie, it's greatness shines extra-bright the second time 'round.

Go fig!

Birthday Boy? Maybe? Maybe not!

And he says Well

This could be so

Says I'm a car crash

Now tell me baby
Does it show?

Friday, January 16, 2009

Countdown to The Inauguration

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Happy Birthday to the Horror-Meister!
John Carpenter

Evil hiding among us is an ancient theme.

I made a decision back in 1978 that, in a trade off for money when I directed Halloween, I would have my name above the title in order to basically brand these movies my own.

In England, I'm a horror movie director. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the US, I'm a bum.

In Halloween, I viewed the characters as simply normal teenagers. Laurie, Jamie Lee's character, was shy and somewhat repressed. And Michael Myers, the killer, is definitely repressed. They have certain similarities.

It's a very good time for horror. This business certainly has changed, but there's still room for serious horror films. Look at 28 Days Later, that's not a tongue-in-cheek picture.

One could make money and get a career going with a low-budget horror film about killers attacking on holidays. It is always flattering to have somebody copy you.

To make Michael Myers frightening, I had him walk like a man, not a monster.

What scares me is what scares you. We're all afraid of the same things. That's why horror is such a powerful genre. All you have to do is ask yourself what frightens you and you'll know what frightens me.

DM + The World Trade Center
Enjoy the Silence.

Depeche Mode: The Holy Grail of Box Sets
x1 and x2

110 remixes, 10.6 hours, 1.17GB.

And the magic word is alchimist.

Helga|A Secret No More!
Andrew Wyeth's Great Obsession

"The Helga Pictures" are a fantastic compilation of tempera and dry brush paintings, watercolours and pencil studies secretly created within a span of over fifteen years. Andrew Wyeth created over two hundred and forty individual works of neighbour Helga Testorf from 1971 to 1985 without telling a single person, including his wife. He stated that he would not have been able to have finished the project with everyone looking at it.

Prussian-born Helga Testorf was thirty-two when she met Andrew Wyeth. They met while she was helping to look after a friend of Wyeth's who had also been a subject for some of his works. Helga had never modeled before but agreed to become his subject. What started out as an acquaintance evolved into a long-time friendship. She enjoyed the long, pensive hours she spent modelling for the artist. She became so comfortable with the artist that often she would lie sleeping while he painted her.

The Helga Pictures depicts a persistence of vision and technique from a perspective that is both objective and personal. They were not meant to be a psychological portrait of a person rather the study of the effects of light on a woman's body.

He often focused on a particular element or motif such as her radiant reddish-blonde hair or the light describing a curve of her body leaving the rest of the image less finished. He painted her in the studio, outside in the shadows and sunlight, during every season and time of day. He painted her clothed and nude, awake and asleep.

In 1986, Leonard E. B. Andrews purchased the entire series so that people everywhere could experience seeing the collection in its entirety. He agreed to a coast-to-coast tour organized by the National Gallery of Art from 1987-89. The Helga pictures have since come into the ownership of a private Japanese interest, which continues to allow access to the works through select public exhibitions.

Although the collection was brought to a close in 1985 Andrew Wyeth added one last picture to the massive collection in March 2002 entitled "Gone." To this day Helga continues to be connected to the Wyeth family acting as a caregiver to the aging artist.

Andrew Wyeth, painter, 91, dies!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

A King-sized Birthday
Martin Luther King, Jr

Dictatorship Ending!
No more Bushit!!!!

Depeche Mode: Sounds of the Universe 2009

APRIL 21, 2009

January 15, 2009- Groundbreaking, chart-topping electro legends Depeche Mode are proud to announce the release of their long-anticipated new studio album, Sounds Of The Universe on April 21, 2009 (Mute Records).

Eclectic and energized, the band's new release is their most dazzling and diverse album in decades. Recorded in Santa Barbara and New York, Depeche Mode returned to using a lot of vintage gear, from analogue synthesizers to drum machines, in order to conjure up the retro-futuristic arrangements featured on the album. Lyrically the release contains many of the group's enduring obsessions plus more overt black humor than any of their previous collections.

Like with their 2005 studio album, Playing The Angel, Sounds Of The Universe features writing credits for both Martin Gore, the group's primary songwriter, and Dave Gahan who after honing his talents on two solo albums, has earned his place as Depeche Mode's second writer. The release also marks a reunion between the band and producer Ben Hillier (Blur, Doves, Elbow), who worked with the band to help give their new album its timeless sound. The first single from the release, "Wrong," grabs the listener's attention from its first stack-heeled, staccato shriek. Over stomping beats, screeching synthesizers, and Dave's overlord chant, "Wrong" already feels like a Depeche Mode classic. Other standout tracks include Martin's velvet-lined Scott Walker croon on the sensual lounge-music ballad "Jezebel," to the sci-fi gospel-blues hymn "In Chains" and "Hole To Feed," which marries modern electronics to a floor-shaking, bone-rattling Bo Diddley beat.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Steve Jobs: Get well soon!

Da plane! Da plane!
DEAD! @ 88!!
Ricardo Gonzalo Pedro Montalban y Merino


Why Sarah Palin's still yakking...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Inaugural Playlist
The Best of Bond, James Bond.

The fatal sounds of broken dreams,
and all we see is the view to a kill.

How can you NOT put this on the Official Inaugural Playlist?

We were so young then...

I'll remember it
And Dublin in a rainstorm
And sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm
I'll remember it
Every restless night
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right
Then we moved
Stolen from our very eyes
And I wondered where you went to
Tell me when did the light die
You will rise
You'll return
The phoenix from the flame
You will learn
You will rise
You'll return
Being what you are
There is no other Troy
For you to burn
And I never meant to hurt you
I swear I didn't mean
Those things I said
I never meant to do that to you
Next time I'll keep my hands to myself instead
Oh, does she love you
What do you want to do?
Does she need you like I do?
Do you love her?
Is she good for you?
Does she hold you like I do?
Do you want me?
Should I leave?
I know you're always telling me
That you love me
Just sometimes I wonder
If I should believe
Oh, I love you
God, I love you
I'd kill a dragon for you
I'll die
But I will rise
And I will return
The Phoenix from the flame
I have learned
I will rise
And you'll see me return
Being what I am
There is no other Troy
For me to burn

And you should've left the light on
You should've left the light on
Then I wouldn't have tried
And you'd never have known
And I wouldn't have pulled you tighter
No I wouldn't have pulled you close
I wouldn't have screamed
No I can't let you go
And the door wasn't closed
No I wouldn't have pulled you to me
No I wouldn't have kissed your face
You wouldn't have begged me to hold you
If we hadn't been there in the first place
Ah but I know you wanted me to be there oh oh
Every look that you threw told me save me

But you should've left the light on
You should've left the light on
And the flames burned away
But you're still spitting fire
Make no difference what you say
You're still a liar
You're still a liar
You're still a liar

Monday, January 12, 2009

This Day in History|1906

The Dow closes above 100 for the first time.

Yes, we canned.