February 8, 2008 at 7:07 am
Two years ago I saw a film about the rise and fall of Gator. To mark the end period
of Gator, it all has to do mainly because street skateboarding became the shit.
Street skateboarding became Super Size Me by Steve Rocco and his
World Industries company. Now there is an Orwellian film about Rocco.
Boyeee, I want to create a film festival which have to have the name White Soil.
The opposite of a hip-hop film festival. That would be awesome, hehe…
bye!
February 7, 2008 at 5:26 pm
February 4, 2008 at 8:54 pm
After 10 days of getting LOST at the IFFR festival – and seeing quite a few
really good films like Cordero de Dios, Paranoid Park, No country for old men,
The best of times, You the living, Margot at the Wedding, Cameron Jamie &
The Melvins (which I saw already once at De Vleeshal) and a lot more that I’ve
already forget – I have to especially mention Loudthings by Telcosystems, which
I saw somewhere at the Pathhhhhhe.
But I am very happy now that I can be LOST at home, cause my Jan Hart book is at
the printer (Hooray!), and that I just checked the first episode of LOST season 4, Yeah!!!
If you liked de Zevensprong and Twin Peaks, why wait?
February 2, 2008 at 5:52 pm
I Love You So Much It’s Killing Us Both
Blake Schwarzenbach
(Jawbreaker)
A week inside, I think I’m starting to show.
I told myself to keep myself in line.
Should we get married or just go on killing each other?
I don’t think I hate you enough to commit you to me.
Happy all the time.
It’s all we ever do.
Steady in decline.
It’s all we ever do.
I’m sorry but it’s true.
How can I save you when I couldn’t save a dime?
I want to call you and tell you that I’m a fan.
All my friends know better but I can’t quite hear them.
Still for the life of me I can’t imagine our home.
Good things, that’s all I want.
All I want for you.
Hold me. Set me free.
It’s all I want from you.
It’s sad and it’s so true.
If you can’t be the life of the party,
you’ll be the death of everyone.
All I want is a life without parties.
Want you as one.
Watch this pot and it is sure to boil.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking, “Boy, or a girl?”
Kiss me on the teeth.
It’s all that we can do.
Punch me. Wake me up.
This lullaby is blue.
Lie and say we’re through.
If you can’t be the life of the party,
you’ll be the death of everyone.
All I want is a life without parties.
Want you as one.
I’ve been singing ‘All I want is a life without parties’ as a sort of mantra all day yesterday. It worked; I remembered to sleep early, eat healthy and drink almost none. As a result I still blurt out lines to this magical song every two hours or so. Today I’ll be stuck with it, tomorrow it’s gone. Anyway, it comes off the essential Jawbreaker album ‘dear you’ so if you don’t know, now you know… nigga!
February 1, 2008 at 6:25 pm
On the opening night we still looked kind of fresh (or at least Gyz did) but yesterday, day eight of the IFFR I decided that today (friday) I was taking the night off. As a DJ booker I sure did a good thing putting KAUS & KOSA (thu), ALIEN2000 (fri), Serge Bozon (sat), Andre Dadi & Miss Delicious (sun), Roeland303 (mon), Elle Bandita (tue), David Vunk & Alden Tyrell (wed), ClubLePOP (thu), Bombay Connection Night (fri) and finally Azizz, Ted Langebach and Nelson & Djosa (sat) in the legendary ‘Kleine zaal’ of the Theatre, but that job sure ate up some of my precious sleepy time. But hey, sleepless nights and pain-in-the-ass gossip are all part of the deal and taken like a man when it’s for the good cause someone way up there in the festival management told me. Apart from this I saw some films, went to several off-scheduled parties (here, there and everywhere) and did my Peter Teps and so do I – performance at the Open Hotel last wednesday… I don’t know why but my fifteen minutes of fame type Red Carpet moment seems to particularly focus on Chiem ‘en ik ruik de laatste tijd niets als ik ruik!’ van Houweninge.
On films:
Saw some bad ones (My Marlon and Brando), saw some good ones (Le Tueur, The Melvins live soundtracking three awesome shorts by Cameron Jamie) but the ultimate film to catch this year is the Coen Brothers’ No Country for Old Men. That film’s so good, it gave me the shivers, a head ache, goose bums, watery eyes, bad breath and a honey tummy. Man, the US must have been a hell of a good place to have lived in (for loners, weirdos and hermits) around, let’s say, the 1950’s. But that’s all over now that it’s all just about money and drugs. That about sums up the film, I guess. Quite the dream squashing trip, I tell you!
