June 2007


Extremely drunk.

More later…

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Eating ice cream.  Tired.  Been a long day but actually not as bad as I thought it would be at work.  Sick people behaved themselves for me.  Which is nice.  Still have a massive presentation to prepare (i.e. do) for Thursday, so that will be done tomorrow night then.  Excellent.

Went down to Brighton, discovering a new and quicker way to drive into the centre and park.  That only took me 6 years then.

Saw two flats and their occupants and both were really nice.  In completely different ways.  Hmmm.  The people also seemed really nice.  It must be really hard to assess what people are like in a short half hour meeting.  I mean, I was tired and feeling unwell (illness + cough + steep hill = wheezy and SOB Andy) and frankly a little shy at the first house.  I wasn’t quite know how to act and be, so I was a subdued version of myself I think.  Loosened up at the second after realising this.

Flat hunting and meeting new potential flatmates / friends is kind of like speed dating.  Small, short interactions with people, trying to put yourself across as someone desirable to live with despite not knowing how they think or what they are looking for, all with the possibility of spending the next year of your life with them.  It’s a risk.  I suggested the top three potential should be made to endure a competition against each other in a series of small challenges.  That would sort them out (and probably be quite fun).  If I had both flats offered to me I’m not entirely sure which I would accept.  One will let me know tomorrow so we shall see.

(I’m also conscious of the fact that potential new flatmates could be reading this after following the link on my MySpace page so I’m not saying too much on purpose.  Ha ha).

Realised I’m also on holiday for all of next week to better organise something for that too.  And Ulka asked me to sort out the music for her party on Thursday.  Now as happy as it makes me to be specifically asked I’m not sure I will because though I like my music and so does she, everyone else here gets really arsey and complains about ‘my taste in music’.  I mean it’s not like I play Mogwai and Low at the party – I have dancing, fun music with an indie bent.  I just don’t have the Pussycat Dolls or Girls Aloud.  So I don’t want to have the grief (which has already started from a couple of people) as it will piss me off and I’ll sulk.  Ha ha.  No I won’t but I’d just rather avoid the hassle.

Tideland

Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie quite like that. You have to go and see this now, even if just to see how it affects you. This is dark and sinister and bizarre. It’s frightening and it’s uncomfortable. It’s brave and challenging and deeply disturbing. Yet it’s also perfectly innocent and that’s what really got me. You can really tell it’s a Terry Gilliam film. No one else quite like him. This man should be allowed to make whatever he wants.

The story is extremely dark but it’s told through the eyes of a child and that’s how you have to see it (as Mr Gilliam himself explains in the intro – and after watching it I really understand why he did that). Visually it’s stunning, with wonderful fantasy elements, use of colour and some exquisite cinematography. But the performance of Jodelle Ferland as the young Jeliza-Rose whose world we are drawn into is phenomenal. Right from the beginning it’s captivating. She is so wonderfully accomplished that she carries almost the entire film. If this had been portrayed by some one with less skill the film would have been on very dodgy ground but she absolute convinces.

It reminds me of Pan’s Labyrinth (another truly wonderful film about the horror of life seen by a child) and is every bit as exciting, dangerous and disturbing. Also, every bit wonderful, fantastical and tragic.

I genuinely felt very uncomfortable throughout bits of this and it did challenge me but by the end I was completely overcome and realised I had tears in my eyes. A very powerful movie. I really want to watch it again with a few friends who would really get it. Watch it.

 

Feeling a little bit better but I’ve got a dirty cough which is unpleasant.  Today was a bit of a blow out.  Got down to Brighton after lunch and mooched around in the grey rain.  And the guys I was supposed to meet up with to check out the flat never showed.  Turned out (later) that she had lost her phone last night.  So, nothing really achieved but I did buy some music, some comics and a dvd.

There’s a really good, small indie/alternative record store in the North Laines called Resident which pretty much has everything that isn’t part of the mainstream including all the indie from the US and Canada.  Basically my shopping heaven.  Can’t wait till I can go there every week and buy music slightly more eclectic than that at HMV or Virgin.

Picked up the new album by The National:

Boxer

I really liked Alligator and this is as good on first few listens, maybe better (though there’s nothing quite so exciting as Mr November).  The melancholy, subdued vocals are really enchanting and there’s some great percussion work here.  It’s very peaceful despite all the guitars and wotnot.  The Editors should take note.

I also bought the début album from Amiina:

Kurr

They provided the string section for Sigur Ros on the last few albums and this is their debut.  It’s all quiet, melodic, wispy, beautifulness with a host of strange instruments.  Really quite lovely and great for unwinding.  Can’t wait to let this one sink in a bit more.  Plus, the cd packaging is great – it’s a thick, gatefold cardboard sleeve (similar to the stuff they make young kids books out of – the ones you can really chew the corners of) which looks and feels divine.  Always nice to see thought going into packaging.

I also bought Tideland by Terry Gilliam which I’ve been meaning to buy for a while, so will let you know what I think of it once I get round to watching it (maybe tonight if I get my arse into gear and actually do some of the things I need to do before morning comes around).

Off to Brighton again to tomorrow to check out another flat (and have a few lined up for next weekend) so fingers crossed.  Chilli on the hob, bubbling away.  I’m off.

This guy is amazing!

 

 

I’ve never heard anything that good before. I love the short bit at the middle when the fat bass goes mental and then he drops it back to the beat. Simply outstanding. And the funniest thing? The really muted response from the French judges when he finishes. Anywhere else and they would have exploded (you can see they wanted to).

Broken Flowers

I finally got around to watching Broken Flowers while home alone and feeling poorly (though slightly better than before). And I’m not sure what to make of it. Seriously.

It suited my current mood and need for quiet. I got a little tired at the camera work and didn’t always like the style or composition. There were a few scenes and characters that really surprised and delighted me (Lolita was dangerously innocent; Chloe Sevigny’s secretary stole the entire movie). Bill Murray is always a joy to watch but when it really came down to it I feel he did a similar thing to much more powerful effect in Lost in Translation. I’m not even entirely sure I liked it but it has left me thinking which I appreciate. Plus it has a great soundtrack. I would recommend it as an experience.

To bed (and hopefully better health tomorrow). Off to Brighton tomorrow to meet up with potential new flatmates.

Ill.  Motherfucker.  Sore throat and headache and tight, wheezy chest.  Bad.  Feel like shit.

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