We're back to Canadian music, lol. That video made no sense, but 8/10 for the song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVC2c...3V2pm36ln39NCl
We're back to Canadian music, lol. That video made no sense, but 8/10 for the song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVC2c...3V2pm36ln39NCl
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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Just when you think there might be some future for mankind, some focus on higher concerns, some elevated aspiration or inspired mutual satori, some significance to our species - just when you are within a blink of believing that human beings might achieve something together, you remember that the Red Hot Chili Peppers sell lots of records, and in that moment all hope for humanity is whisked away like Marlboro smoke on a gust of chilly wind.
0/10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAhyiGp-huk
Last edited by MarkBastable; 08-03-2010 at 04:06 PM.
'Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others.' - Groucho Marx
Good. I discovered warren Zevon on Spotify - just entering keywords.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JU_sh-UQMw
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
I liked that quite a bit. 8.5/10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yVBM...eature=related
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"If it is honorable for you to disturb the dead, I shall consider it an honor and will make it my ambition to disturb your living." - Captain Miles Hazzard
6/10
Another McLean
It is not too late, to be wild for roundabouts - to be wild for life
Wolfsheim - It is not too late
The perfect excuse to trot out this little essay...
It’s a fair bet that more people know the refrain from Don McClean’s song about the man than could name five Van Gogh paintings. This is indicative of the problem with Vince.
Ate paint, became obsessed with a whore, self-mutilated, went mad, committed suicide unappreciated and in poverty. Pretty much the template for contemporary requirements of an artist. With a résumé like that, how could he not be a genius?
Well, look at the pictures. Heartfelt daubs, unarguably. Vibrant with colour straight out of the pot and bearing the frantic strokes of a man in a hurry to get along to the brothel. But twenty-five million dollars for a still life of flowers in a vase? If cost were a measure of talent, that would make Van Gogh a better painter than Michelangelo, Picasso, Raphael – which, let’s be honest, he ain’t.
He is, though, a more famously tortured soul than any of them. He’s the fine art equivalent of Marilyn Monroe – a lost and misunderstood spirit that everyone feels they could have saved, given a chance meeting over a glass of absinthe. People adore the man – and his art by association - because he’s the personification of the romantic view of the artist. Mad, sad and unrecognised in his lifetime, he has taken on a dually-vital role in our view of art.
Firstly, he lets us off liking anything contemporary, because he’s the proof that, despite our philistine laziness, the good stuff will eventually rise to the top. We have no idea what’s going on in art these days but – hey – we’re not supposed to. Posterity will sort it out for us.
Secondly – and complementarily - he allows us to be retrospectively insightful about genius. We are the posterity that rescued Vincent’s work. We are more perceptive than any of his blinkered and cloddish contemporaries. We don’t know what we like, but we know lots about art.
Our fondness for Van Gogh amounts to self-gratifying necrophilia – and it’s a pity, because the work is really not bad at all. Unfortunately we don’t stop to listen to the clarified silence of the starry night. We’re too busy amplifying the echoed whines of a nutcase with earache.
And I don't like the song much either. 3/10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akiBVlrRvEQ
Noted.
I read in the paper the other day that more people know Vincent van Gogh because he got rid of his ear, than because of his work.I think it is a shame - I like the vibrant colours in his (later) work.
As for the Tom Petty song, I myself would not consider that one of his best.
4/10
Tom Petty made me think of Refugee and thus Prayer of the Refugee - Rise Against
It is not too late, to be wild for roundabouts - to be wild for life
Wolfsheim - It is not too late
I could blame the global warming or hungry children in Africa on this song, of course, but I will simply say it was not my cup of tea exactly: 2/10!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy97l...eature=related
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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**shiver** I've always disliked this song. I know he was dying at the time, and it's supposed to be all sad and meaningful, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable. 2/10
This, on the other hand, has no meaning...
"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
How could he have been wasted on those rubbish carry on films. 8/10
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6S7agOnOTE
I couldn't find Mike Harding's version.
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. 0/10
Meanwhile, in a forgotten corner of the nineteen-seventies...a baby's arm holding an apple.