Tuesday, March 11, 2014
A most unlikely scenario: Aguilera & Lennon
This is an older playlist of mine, the most notable track of which is "Mother." It's a song written by John Lennon in which he writes in the plainest and most painful way of being abandoned by a parent, or two, in his case. His song is heartbreaking and hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck erect, and performed with all the real stuff.
Then Christina Aguilera did a cover of it. What would I know about her, except that she's mainstream, was in the Mickey Mouse Club with Britney, and uh, plays the MOR radio game. Or whatever the modern-day version of that is.
The fact that Christina Aguilera and John Lennon should ever be mentioned together is weird enough, but then she recorded, "Mother." Buy the song and check out what she does with it. It's completely in keeping with his emotional vision, and is perhaps, most incredibly, comparable.
I'll just say it, It's beautiful.
Thursday, March 06, 2014
What, you don't shoot your movies from a skateboard?
Pretty sure Spike Jonze is the first director to do this for a shot.
It's Sunday, March 2, 2014, and they're about to announce the Oscar winner for Best Original Screenplay. My reaction is so enthusiastic, I get embarrassed, and I'm all by myself.
The envelope is opened.
I lean forward anxiously and whisper PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
And I feel so strongly throughout my body that I NEED Spike Jonze to win. I nearly reach prayer-level wishing.
Then they say it, "and the award goes to Spike Jonze!" I fist pump five times. Not true UFC fist pumping, more like I'm cheering on an Olympian, or Beck.
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP YES!
Embarrassing! Awesome. So happy.
It's Sunday, March 2, 2014, and they're about to announce the Oscar winner for Best Original Screenplay. My reaction is so enthusiastic, I get embarrassed, and I'm all by myself.
The envelope is opened.
I lean forward anxiously and whisper PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
And I feel so strongly throughout my body that I NEED Spike Jonze to win. I nearly reach prayer-level wishing.
Then they say it, "and the award goes to Spike Jonze!" I fist pump five times. Not true UFC fist pumping, more like I'm cheering on an Olympian, or Beck.
PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP YES!
Embarrassing! Awesome. So happy.
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
What the internet looks like?
Am I ridiculous? I thought this stuff happened in the sky.
Wait, isn't it ridiculous that the internet travels via cables in the ocean?
What's real? Who are you? What is all this under my feet and over my head? Why do I dream? Where does that come from? Where do people go when they die? What's a deju vu? What's happening there?
Shall I ask google on the internet? So the answer can travel via cable under the ocean? Who sends it? Silicon Valley guys? This doesn't look very much like a web.
Wait, isn't it ridiculous that the internet travels via cables in the ocean?
What's real? Who are you? What is all this under my feet and over my head? Why do I dream? Where does that come from? Where do people go when they die? What's a deju vu? What's happening there?
Shall I ask google on the internet? So the answer can travel via cable under the ocean? Who sends it? Silicon Valley guys? This doesn't look very much like a web.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Work is stupid times infinity
When can I stop working and start living life?
Heard something the other day, "There's only enough time in a lifetime to be really good at one thing.
Be careful what you choose to be good at."
Note to a baby: RX, choose to be good at something that doesn't happen in an office.
Heard something the other day, "There's only enough time in a lifetime to be really good at one thing.
Be careful what you choose to be good at."
Note to a baby: RX, choose to be good at something that doesn't happen in an office.
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