When making this “style” of indie realist film there is no margin for errors and one of the many things that make this movie amazing is I think there actually aren’t any.
Some fine cinematography but the gratuitous amounts of blood and mutilation make it only slightly more disgusting than the dialogue and lack of authenticity in detail make it ridiculous.
This is what I read over the holiday season. I just found out there’s some kind of mini-series of it and that makes perfect sense.
“Soap opera.” I stewed for weeks over how to describe it and finally (after giving up almost a month ago) those two words really nail it for me. Ironically this book came into my life soon after the Thomas Hardy debacle and I say ironic because if I were to put that name before the two aforementioned words it would describe this book even better. It seemed to me that Ken Follett was a depressed gay hairdresser who had read every Hardy novel between high school and college so when he cut hair he would tell the ladies Thomas Hardy stories.
Judging from “Pillars” though, he clearly had mixed up the characters and plots so badly that by the time Bev or Jan or whomever urged him to write his own book he was happily free of any real plagiaristic details.
Well the book is a real fun read if you don’t mind cheap and catty set in a rich historical tapestry in which case you might also try “I, Claudius”.
Whoa, for a second there I thought Agatha Christie was alive and well and writing under a Swedish pseudonym and oh, watching way too much Law & Order SVU.
Here are some random pics from tour: this one is in Las Vegas at some Elvis installation, thus the TCS w/lightning bolt (which means “takin care of business in a flash”). He demanded that his crew do exactly that. Barnsey took this one.
The show in LA. I think my cousin Julia took this one.
Our friend Cary Haider took this at the portland gig. Looks cool. I wish you could see my boots better cuz they’re the ones I designed for Fleuvog several years back. They look better than ever. I’ve had to re-sole them a couple times but damn they’ve aged well.
Well we’ve just finished what I’m pretty sure was my favorite year of touring. Ever. Thanks to everyone who came to see our gigs, bought and/or listened to our records, wore our t shirts, watched our videos, read or wrote articles about us, and generally enjoyed us in any ways that I haven’t thought of here.
It has been brought to my attention that there is something I need to clarify before I can go on vacation though:
Traditionally it takes us about a year and a half to make a record. About halfway through I need to organize lyrics and arrangements, then again months later before the record is finished. This part takes anywhere from a week to a couple months (in the worst case scenario) depending upon how much procrastinating I’ve done in regards to lyrics. Unless you have a songwriting partner, no one can help you with this. These are long, dark unhappy days generally.
In the multitude of interviews this year I was asked repeatedly if I felt badly about Zia and Brent writing ‘This is the Tide’, as though I had been put out to pasture. Jeez. My usual reply was that I was the one who got to come in for an hour and a half while they spent fifteen hour days working out the tedium of details, but apparently this made it sound like traditionally I make the records while they breeze through for an hour and a half whenever they’re feeling whimsical. That is a ridiculous interpretation, and now that I’ve cleared it up i’m officially on vacation.