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You Remind Me Of the Babe....
Warning! Possible rant ahead!
Currently wish quite fervently that I had my Labyrinth video with me (to the point of considering going into town tomorrow to buy the DVD). The reason?
OK, as some of you may know, I've been looking to supplement my classical guitar lessons of old with some chords, like proper rock stars play. This has been quite a strange experience, not least because even when I was learning keyboard I could never remember chords too well. But I've been trying to play at least a bit every day and have been scouring the internet for tab and chords of songs I love. I can now play the opening riff for Roisin Dubh (this pleases me greatly) and I can even play along with Van Morrison & the Chieftans on I'll Tell Me Ma and Marie's Wedding. This amuses me.
Anyway, I was looking through the Bowie (Or as I seem to have taken to calling him, Spandex Dave) section on one site and found 'As The World Falls Down'. Despite the terrible 80s bassline, I have always loved this song. One of my dreams would be to re-record it with overhauled orchestration. Perhaps me n Dave could duet... Getting off the point now.
I want Labyrinth! Yesterday I went against all my slacker principles and went to the library. Today I want the Labyrinth? Am I truly going mad? Have I too, become a slave to Jareth's tights? I always remember seeing it on telly as a kid and being caught between amusement at the whole thing, terror because to the untrained child-eye Jareth is kinda scary, and that feeling of knowing that he's someone important, someone to pay attention to.
So I'm just going to moon around in a most un-rock-music-person like manner to the Labyrinth soundtrack (I own it, I have it with me. So what? :) ) and wish quite fervently that at the very least, Sarah had stayed to negotiate terms. Look what she did to the poor be-wigged boy! Ah, I want to see it! I want to see Jareth booting muppets around the room and feeling vaguely outraged. I want to finish my HP/Labyrinth crossover story sometime this century.... OK, I'm putting a stop to this right now. I do not want to watch Labyrinth. I want to watch the Godfather and comment intelligently on mise-en-scene. I want to watch some Bogart film noir and talk like I know what I'm going on about. I do not want to watch David Bowie prancing about in tights with a bunch of muppets. And if you'll believe that, you'll believe that David Beckham wasn't pissed off with Alex Ferguson.
I cannot believe that David Beckham getting hit in the face with a football boot kicked by Sir Alex 'Arrogant Scots Bastard' Ferguson is front page news today. This country has an incredibly unhealthy obsession with Goldenballs. His hair is looking good lately. Watched the Man U- Juventus game earlier. Couldn't see the stitches hardly at all, but the hair was good. I still can't believe England lost to Australia (Stop smirking *now* Dan!). I mean, cricket I understand. I can even understand Quinten Hann coming here and smashing the pack in snooker. I can understand tennis, even. But football was meant to be the thing we were better at. Not better than Italy or Brazil, or even Germany (*cough* except 5-1 in Munich.*cough*). But better than Australia, surely? Sven, please! Sort it aht, as the Eastenders would say. At this rate, the only thing we'll be able to beat them at is darts and conkers.
Ah, today was productive. The two hour film seminar turned into twenty minutes because we've got projects to do and he just started us up on it. Any ideas as to a 4,500 word American Film project based somehow in the 1940s? Anyone?
Got a review of an old Buffy story over at FF.net from someone basically trying to get members for an Anti-B/S (that's Buffy/Spike not Bullshit, although I could understand your confusion) group. Basically, they've taken this story as a great example of anti-B/S. Weird, because there's there's good vibes between the two of them, although she's temporarily her four year old self and gets sent to Angel for protection... I don't know. I'm not into ship-bashing whatever the fandom, so I'll just maintain a dignified silence. Ship-bashing just makes it all not fun for me.
The Princess arrives back in Lancaster tomorrow with the US Marine Corps. Or one of them. We'll get our Hollywood essays back tomorrow. Usually I couldn't care less what I get, but I wrote about Errol Flynn and I want to have done my grinning, swashbuckling swordsman hero proud. Speaking of, actually, I spent nearly fifty quid yesterday buying photos on the internet. I got an Errol (to replace the one that got covered in Diet Coke. Long story), an older-yet-still-beautiful Errol, a Rita Hayworth (in colour to show off red hair), Joan Crawford in the thirties (before shoulderpads and bad make up), a Gene Kelly-as-sailor/dancer, a Frank Sinatra-as-sailor/singer to match, and a Marlene Dietrich, another Ava Gardner, a Robert Plant, a Thin Lizzy and a Gangs of New York poster. I'm such a movie geek, man.
Right, I'm just going to stop right now because I'm boring you all, because it's ten past one in the morning (Although Noisy Git downstairs doesn't seem to have noticed) and because I was meant to start my dissertation five hours ago.
Currently wish quite fervently that I had my Labyrinth video with me (to the point of considering going into town tomorrow to buy the DVD). The reason?
OK, as some of you may know, I've been looking to supplement my classical guitar lessons of old with some chords, like proper rock stars play. This has been quite a strange experience, not least because even when I was learning keyboard I could never remember chords too well. But I've been trying to play at least a bit every day and have been scouring the internet for tab and chords of songs I love. I can now play the opening riff for Roisin Dubh (this pleases me greatly) and I can even play along with Van Morrison & the Chieftans on I'll Tell Me Ma and Marie's Wedding. This amuses me.
Anyway, I was looking through the Bowie (Or as I seem to have taken to calling him, Spandex Dave) section on one site and found 'As The World Falls Down'. Despite the terrible 80s bassline, I have always loved this song. One of my dreams would be to re-record it with overhauled orchestration. Perhaps me n Dave could duet... Getting off the point now.
I want Labyrinth! Yesterday I went against all my slacker principles and went to the library. Today I want the Labyrinth? Am I truly going mad? Have I too, become a slave to Jareth's tights? I always remember seeing it on telly as a kid and being caught between amusement at the whole thing, terror because to the untrained child-eye Jareth is kinda scary, and that feeling of knowing that he's someone important, someone to pay attention to.
So I'm just going to moon around in a most un-rock-music-person like manner to the Labyrinth soundtrack (I own it, I have it with me. So what? :) ) and wish quite fervently that at the very least, Sarah had stayed to negotiate terms. Look what she did to the poor be-wigged boy! Ah, I want to see it! I want to see Jareth booting muppets around the room and feeling vaguely outraged. I want to finish my HP/Labyrinth crossover story sometime this century.... OK, I'm putting a stop to this right now. I do not want to watch Labyrinth. I want to watch the Godfather and comment intelligently on mise-en-scene. I want to watch some Bogart film noir and talk like I know what I'm going on about. I do not want to watch David Bowie prancing about in tights with a bunch of muppets. And if you'll believe that, you'll believe that David Beckham wasn't pissed off with Alex Ferguson.
I cannot believe that David Beckham getting hit in the face with a football boot kicked by Sir Alex 'Arrogant Scots Bastard' Ferguson is front page news today. This country has an incredibly unhealthy obsession with Goldenballs. His hair is looking good lately. Watched the Man U- Juventus game earlier. Couldn't see the stitches hardly at all, but the hair was good. I still can't believe England lost to Australia (Stop smirking *now* Dan!). I mean, cricket I understand. I can even understand Quinten Hann coming here and smashing the pack in snooker. I can understand tennis, even. But football was meant to be the thing we were better at. Not better than Italy or Brazil, or even Germany (*cough* except 5-1 in Munich.*cough*). But better than Australia, surely? Sven, please! Sort it aht, as the Eastenders would say. At this rate, the only thing we'll be able to beat them at is darts and conkers.
Ah, today was productive. The two hour film seminar turned into twenty minutes because we've got projects to do and he just started us up on it. Any ideas as to a 4,500 word American Film project based somehow in the 1940s? Anyone?
Got a review of an old Buffy story over at FF.net from someone basically trying to get members for an Anti-B/S (that's Buffy/Spike not Bullshit, although I could understand your confusion) group. Basically, they've taken this story as a great example of anti-B/S. Weird, because there's there's good vibes between the two of them, although she's temporarily her four year old self and gets sent to Angel for protection... I don't know. I'm not into ship-bashing whatever the fandom, so I'll just maintain a dignified silence. Ship-bashing just makes it all not fun for me.
The Princess arrives back in Lancaster tomorrow with the US Marine Corps. Or one of them. We'll get our Hollywood essays back tomorrow. Usually I couldn't care less what I get, but I wrote about Errol Flynn and I want to have done my grinning, swashbuckling swordsman hero proud. Speaking of, actually, I spent nearly fifty quid yesterday buying photos on the internet. I got an Errol (to replace the one that got covered in Diet Coke. Long story), an older-yet-still-beautiful Errol, a Rita Hayworth (in colour to show off red hair), Joan Crawford in the thirties (before shoulderpads and bad make up), a Gene Kelly-as-sailor/dancer, a Frank Sinatra-as-sailor/singer to match, and a Marlene Dietrich, another Ava Gardner, a Robert Plant, a Thin Lizzy and a Gangs of New York poster. I'm such a movie geek, man.
Right, I'm just going to stop right now because I'm boring you all, because it's ten past one in the morning (Although Noisy Git downstairs doesn't seem to have noticed) and because I was meant to start my dissertation five hours ago.
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Hehe.... My roommate and I *just* watched Labyrinth yesterday. I have been a fan of that movie since it came out. It is my all time favourite 80's movie.
Best. Movie. Ever.
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And although they're known to have scared many small children, I don't think the tights ever hurt none. Basically, Bowie rocks, even in a blond fright wig. And I think we all love him for it!