Media
In with the good, out with the, uh . . . better?
Considering all I do is go to work and work on my art at home, I need a lot of media input to lube the grey matter into it's creative mode. It's like exercise or feeding a plant.
I've never really been into the auto bio-graphical sort of work. I figure the locks they put on diaries are small and flimsy for a reason. I hate when people write about their art and use dreams as a reference too. Seems to simple to just say, "it's dream material". Everything is, really. So I'm almost uncomfortable relating the flow of my art's meaning to dream logic, but I must. It's nothing more than the daily processing of everything that is not me into something that fits semi-neatly into the sets of symbols and word-logic that we fucked-up animals claim as reality, or at least a representation of sense. . . anyway:
here's what I've been into.
The Jacket
Peter Struass, I believe, had his name all over Six Feet Under, and on this movie as well. Some weird deal where George Clooney and Steven Soderbergh recruit unknown movie-makers, even on the fringe of independent films, and give them access to the big names and the big studio and see what they can do. This one stars Adrian Brody and Kris Kristofferson and Keira Knightly. It's like Naked Lunch meets Six Feet Under combined with some Jacobs Ladder and a bit of 12 Monkeys.
It also had the trailer for the new Philip K. Dick movie A Scanner Darkly on it which looks fucking unreal. They painted every cells of the film so it looks like a thriller/sci-fi/action movie in the style of Waking Life. Check it out:
Yummy Cartoony Dick
Fury, a Novel by Salmon Rushdie
The dude can fucking write. It's so bizarre to hear the impression of New York in 2001 from a non-western genius. He descirbes everything objectively and it's almost a game of figuring out what he's talking about: A play about friendly Lions and so on. Plus it's about being angry amidst a massive population of people and how we deal with that. If all you've ever heard of was The Satanic Verses you should check this guy out. Some of his books are the best fairy tales I've ever read.
Finally got some tickets to see these fools live!!!!!
In Cleveland, September 25th, general admission on the floor. . . i've been waiting a long time for this. Not to mention a chance to see The Mars Volta again!
and also,
I almost spit up dinner watching Dead Like Me season 2, when the episode about the old man's huge balls came on. . . .
Considering all I do is go to work and work on my art at home, I need a lot of media input to lube the grey matter into it's creative mode. It's like exercise or feeding a plant.
I've never really been into the auto bio-graphical sort of work. I figure the locks they put on diaries are small and flimsy for a reason. I hate when people write about their art and use dreams as a reference too. Seems to simple to just say, "it's dream material". Everything is, really. So I'm almost uncomfortable relating the flow of my art's meaning to dream logic, but I must. It's nothing more than the daily processing of everything that is not me into something that fits semi-neatly into the sets of symbols and word-logic that we fucked-up animals claim as reality, or at least a representation of sense. . . anyway:
here's what I've been into.
The Jacket
Peter Struass, I believe, had his name all over Six Feet Under, and on this movie as well. Some weird deal where George Clooney and Steven Soderbergh recruit unknown movie-makers, even on the fringe of independent films, and give them access to the big names and the big studio and see what they can do. This one stars Adrian Brody and Kris Kristofferson and Keira Knightly. It's like Naked Lunch meets Six Feet Under combined with some Jacobs Ladder and a bit of 12 Monkeys.
It also had the trailer for the new Philip K. Dick movie A Scanner Darkly on it which looks fucking unreal. They painted every cells of the film so it looks like a thriller/sci-fi/action movie in the style of Waking Life. Check it out:
Yummy Cartoony Dick
Fury, a Novel by Salmon Rushdie
The dude can fucking write. It's so bizarre to hear the impression of New York in 2001 from a non-western genius. He descirbes everything objectively and it's almost a game of figuring out what he's talking about: A play about friendly Lions and so on. Plus it's about being angry amidst a massive population of people and how we deal with that. If all you've ever heard of was The Satanic Verses you should check this guy out. Some of his books are the best fairy tales I've ever read.
Finally got some tickets to see these fools live!!!!!
In Cleveland, September 25th, general admission on the floor. . . i've been waiting a long time for this. Not to mention a chance to see The Mars Volta again!
and also,
I almost spit up dinner watching Dead Like Me season 2, when the episode about the old man's huge balls came on. . . .
posted by Matthew Pazzol at 6:18 AM
2 Comments:
hey matt, when are you arriving in town? i watched the trailer for scanner, it looks like it will be great although im not sure as good as waking life. but linklater usually does a damn good job. anyway, i will see you soon!! email me your cell # if you got one!
boo!
as in hey, not as in disgruntled vegetable hurling assholianism. i wish you an enjoyable voyage.
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