Monday, November 28, 2011
Mouth Tooth align themselves aptly with the freak folk movement. Hailing from, and still connected to seven piece Melbourne outfit Red Berry Plum, this duo made up of Rhys Mitchell and Max Turner have stepped aside to create some beautiful acoustic songs with vivid, surrealistic lyrics and idiosyncratic arrangements. We see their new focus deployed on Rhys' gorgeous vibrato and melodic skills with heavenly harmonies and instrumental accompaniment provided by Max. Mouth Tooth's music is often charmingly childlike with big doses of neo-hippie whimsy and is guaranteed to swoon you within an inch of your eyelashes.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable it is nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive."
~Martha Graham to Agnes de Mille.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
"George himself is no mystery. But the mystery inside George is immense."
Do not miss this film.
I do wonder whether or not you have to be a fan to really appreciate Martin Scorsese's extensive re- telling of the life and times of George Harrison because I am and so are my housemates who I saw the film with and each of us were absolutely goddamn blown away by it. It really is the most satisfying, dense music documentary I've ever seen.
Living In The Material World is an elegant and tenacious three-and-a-half hour examination that goes far beyond mere rock-doc hagiography and becomes a rich and absorbing personal odyssey, ultimately revealing itself as an epic, multi-layered love story – that of a man and his music, his famous bandmates, his many and varied friends, his women and, most significantly, his yearning to answer life's big questions.
More assembled than directed of course, Scorsese takes us through the highs and occasional lows of the man's life so perfectly that the near four-hour viewing time feels like it could go on forever ever and you (or I...) would still be rapt with attention. The film starts with a typically humorous, modest and elusive appearance by George seen between the flowers in his massive garden at Friar's Park, Harrison's incredible mansion. From there you are taken on a linear journey dwelling on most of the major events in his life. There was much archive photography and video footage which none of us had seen before (and we've looked!) and the interviewees were an amazing and essential part of the entire film. his stories are among the best) Tom PettyPart I covers Harrison's life up till the dissolution of The Beatles in 1970. The shock appearance of a now incarcerated Phil Spector, looking ridiculous in his "wig of the day" is controversial and prompted gales of laughter amongst most of the audience at Nova however he was actually surprisingly lucid.
As we near the tenth anniversary of George's untimely death, which in itself is quite unbelievable, I believe that this film is the perfect telling of his Guitarist, follower, leader, student, teacher, songwriter, sitar player, multi-millionaire, mystic, gardener, race car enthusiast, film producer – George Harrison was all of these things and more, a true original in a band of true originals.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
❝ There are no real boundaries, atomic or other, between self and not-self; it is all heat and intention. A ripple expands, becomes multi-dimensionally sensate, sprouts amoeboid rivulets, vibrates in feelers across a room, anastomoses through a house and out walls, then radiates with growing confidence beyond the city like a psychic octopus, an octoblob extending fractal arms along each tendril to a tingly pod, traveling, reaching, always following sensation, always in touch, across the stars and into their worlds. What initially felt like a faint fluctuating trickle or a muffled pulse becomes exponentially more penetrating than a radio telescope, more precise than a cyclotron, stickier than electromagnetism and more seminal than an atomic bomb. On Earth we have not begun to tap sentient potential. ❞