From the backmatter of the second issue of Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie's Phonogram: The Singles Club:
"It's worth stressing that the curse record is a different thing to a true angry break-up obsessive record. Putting on Gentlemen or early Nick Cave and drinking a lot of whiskey while scowling is actually a healing thing. Not nice for anyone else to be around you as you coat yourself with blood and sin, but actually a utilitarian thing for self-repair, an aesthetically-inversed version of white wine, smeared mascara and bawling "I Will Survive". A curse record is the opposite. A curse song, will, in a real way, open old wounds, tearing the stitches you're trying to make hold. A curse song should be avoided at all costs. I have friends who, suffering through the most virulent stages of the curse, abandon entire bands or even genres of music due to the associated poison."
So what are your curse songs?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Designated Drinker
Tally:
1 bottle of Red Horse beer (with one more to go; Red Horse is not my beer of choice but it's the only one in stock in the nearest suking tindahan open at one A.M. I've only had one but I feel like I've downed half a case of San Mig Lite.)
1 Burger Machine cheeseburger (with one more to go)
unknown handfuls of cheese flavored popcorn
x number of shots of vodka (one bottle down and one more to go)
a number of unopened chips (Piattos, Tostillas and some Nagaraya)
Needless to say, I'm a bit smashed. I'm tempted to not check the spelling on this post--or the grammar--but I'll hold off posting this until later this afternoon after I've sobered up and my brain's working again.
Background noise: girls chatting and giggling about stuff, a hiss and a pop of a bottle being opened, ice tinkling on an empty glass followed by pouring liquid, giggles, "putang ina" liberally mentioned, as well as "asshole" (or was it "aso"?). My ears are going to sleep first, I think.
Times like these I wish alcohol could help me and write works of genius like, say, Charles Bukowski but all I can manage is this post.
I'm off to open the last bottle of Red Horse and scarf down the last burger. And then to sleep. Right after I drive home a couple of the people here home, yes. And no, I'm not that drunk to not drive. A sign of my being drunk is when I go off and write a maudlin post about a frakking Tom Waits song or something. But then again, I wrote that the day after, I think. Oh well...
P.S. I inadvertently hit control something which posted this, uh, post, so fuck the spellcheck and the grammar.
1 bottle of Red Horse beer (with one more to go; Red Horse is not my beer of choice but it's the only one in stock in the nearest suking tindahan open at one A.M. I've only had one but I feel like I've downed half a case of San Mig Lite.)
1 Burger Machine cheeseburger (with one more to go)
unknown handfuls of cheese flavored popcorn
x number of shots of vodka (one bottle down and one more to go)
a number of unopened chips (Piattos, Tostillas and some Nagaraya)
Needless to say, I'm a bit smashed. I'm tempted to not check the spelling on this post--or the grammar--but I'll hold off posting this until later this afternoon after I've sobered up and my brain's working again.
Background noise: girls chatting and giggling about stuff, a hiss and a pop of a bottle being opened, ice tinkling on an empty glass followed by pouring liquid, giggles, "putang ina" liberally mentioned, as well as "asshole" (or was it "aso"?). My ears are going to sleep first, I think.
Times like these I wish alcohol could help me and write works of genius like, say, Charles Bukowski but all I can manage is this post.
I'm off to open the last bottle of Red Horse and scarf down the last burger. And then to sleep. Right after I drive home a couple of the people here home, yes. And no, I'm not that drunk to not drive. A sign of my being drunk is when I go off and write a maudlin post about a frakking Tom Waits song or something. But then again, I wrote that the day after, I think. Oh well...
P.S. I inadvertently hit control something which posted this, uh, post, so fuck the spellcheck and the grammar.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
The Strain
Filmmaker Guillermo del Toro has a novel out, The Strain, co-written with crime novelist Chuck Hogan.
They have always been here. Vampires. In secret and in darkness. Waiting. Now their time has come.
In one week, Manhattan will be gone. In one month, the country.
In two months--the world.
A Boeing 777 arrives at JFK and is on its way across the tarmac, when it suddenly stops dead. All window shades are pulled down. All lights are out. All communication channels have gone quiet. Crews on the ground are lost for answers, but an alert goes out to the CDC. Dr. Eph Goodweather, head of their Canary project, a rapid-response team that investigates biological threats, gets the call and boards the plane. What he finds makes his blood run cold.
In a pawnshop in Spanish Harlem, a former professor and survivor of the Holocaust named Abraham Setrakian knows something is happening. And he knows the time has come, that a war is brewing . . .
So begins a battle of mammoth proportions as the vampiric virus that has infected New York begins to spill out into the streets. Eph, who is joined by Setrakian and a motley crew of fighters, must now find a way to stop the contagion and save his city--a city that includes his wife and son--before it is too late.
And there's a trailer:
It's another book that I'm sure will test my resolve not to buy until I've halved my backlog of books to read, which currently stands at 40, I think, but I've lost count.
And James Ellroy's Blood's A Rover comes out in September but it's still a long way off so I've plenty of time to cut down my reading pile to a manageable number. I hope.
They have always been here. Vampires. In secret and in darkness. Waiting. Now their time has come.
In one week, Manhattan will be gone. In one month, the country.
In two months--the world.
A Boeing 777 arrives at JFK and is on its way across the tarmac, when it suddenly stops dead. All window shades are pulled down. All lights are out. All communication channels have gone quiet. Crews on the ground are lost for answers, but an alert goes out to the CDC. Dr. Eph Goodweather, head of their Canary project, a rapid-response team that investigates biological threats, gets the call and boards the plane. What he finds makes his blood run cold.
In a pawnshop in Spanish Harlem, a former professor and survivor of the Holocaust named Abraham Setrakian knows something is happening. And he knows the time has come, that a war is brewing . . .
So begins a battle of mammoth proportions as the vampiric virus that has infected New York begins to spill out into the streets. Eph, who is joined by Setrakian and a motley crew of fighters, must now find a way to stop the contagion and save his city--a city that includes his wife and son--before it is too late.
And there's a trailer:
It's another book that I'm sure will test my resolve not to buy until I've halved my backlog of books to read, which currently stands at 40, I think, but I've lost count.
And James Ellroy's Blood's A Rover comes out in September but it's still a long way off so I've plenty of time to cut down my reading pile to a manageable number. I hope.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Ellis Will Do Anything
Warren Ellis debuts a new column on Bleeding Cool.
"I have the head of Jack Kirby in my office.
I built it myself. Which means, this being the late-postmodern 21st Century, I stole it from someone else and then tinkered with it until it became a transformative work. What I actually did was steal the Hanson Robotics-designed android head of Philip K Dick off an airplane, resculpted the front and filled its brain with the work of, interviews with and anecdotes about Jack Kirby. Like the original Philip K Dick head, it now does the work of an oracle of that mysterious time, the 20th Century, and of the seminal years of a 20th Century art form. In the case of Phil Dick, this was the science fiction story. In this case, it is of course the comic book."
Read the entire thing here.
"I have the head of Jack Kirby in my office.
I built it myself. Which means, this being the late-postmodern 21st Century, I stole it from someone else and then tinkered with it until it became a transformative work. What I actually did was steal the Hanson Robotics-designed android head of Philip K Dick off an airplane, resculpted the front and filled its brain with the work of, interviews with and anecdotes about Jack Kirby. Like the original Philip K Dick head, it now does the work of an oracle of that mysterious time, the 20th Century, and of the seminal years of a 20th Century art form. In the case of Phil Dick, this was the science fiction story. In this case, it is of course the comic book."
Read the entire thing here.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Fade Away
Turns out my forecast last week that Cleveland will win the Eastern Conference finals in 6 games was a bit off.
Oh, it ended in 6 games alright, but instead of LeBron and the Cavs facing the Lakers starting this week, it'll be Dwight and the Magic.
There's next year, I suppose, if Cavs management will finally get a player that'll play Pippen to James' Jordan. Mo Williams was touted as such all season long but where the fuck was he during the Cavs-Magic series? And the year after that if they still fail to break out of the East and win the NBA championshiop, who knows? Cleveland can offer James a contract extension in July and it's up to him if he signs or not. If he does, Cavs management will have to do whatever they can to get LeBron a championship caliber team. If he doesn't, LeBron's off to freeagency and greener... no, not greener for that'll imply him going to Boston which I hope never happens. And no to New York too, please. Um, for bullish pastures perhaps?
And now we go to fantasy land...
Think about it--and a little bit of caveat for I've no idea how much cap space the Bulls have or how much cap space they will have come 2010 and like I said, it's a fantasy--but all the support LeBron needs to win a championship is in Chicago. Players to share the scoring load? There's Ben Gordon (if he gets renewed), a budding star in Derrick Rose (though he still has lots of room to improve, defense-wise mostly) and John Salmons (though he tends to get a bit erratic sometimes but when he's on, he's fucking on). Kirk Hinrich can also score when needed, though he's more of a defensive player lately. Maybe he can be Steve Kerr. And for the frontcourt there's the duo of Joachim Noah and Brad Miller who brought some much needed swagger and badassery during the classic Bulls-Celtics first round series. Trade either Tyrus Thomas or Luol Deng but keep one as back-up to LeBron. If they do not want to keep Brad Miller, acquire another center who won't be afraid to get bruised while defending the goal, and maybe also score.
Oh yeah, and I guess they need a better coach. Or hope that Vinnie del Negro improves. And, most important, that Jerry Reinsdorf will open up his wallet.
So, LeBron, in 2010 if you still haven't won a championship with the Cavs and you become a free agent, go to the Bulls. They have the talent and have regained some of their lost swagger and all they really need is a bona fide star.
Oh, it ended in 6 games alright, but instead of LeBron and the Cavs facing the Lakers starting this week, it'll be Dwight and the Magic.
There's next year, I suppose, if Cavs management will finally get a player that'll play Pippen to James' Jordan. Mo Williams was touted as such all season long but where the fuck was he during the Cavs-Magic series? And the year after that if they still fail to break out of the East and win the NBA championshiop, who knows? Cleveland can offer James a contract extension in July and it's up to him if he signs or not. If he does, Cavs management will have to do whatever they can to get LeBron a championship caliber team. If he doesn't, LeBron's off to freeagency and greener... no, not greener for that'll imply him going to Boston which I hope never happens. And no to New York too, please. Um, for bullish pastures perhaps?
And now we go to fantasy land...
Think about it--and a little bit of caveat for I've no idea how much cap space the Bulls have or how much cap space they will have come 2010 and like I said, it's a fantasy--but all the support LeBron needs to win a championship is in Chicago. Players to share the scoring load? There's Ben Gordon (if he gets renewed), a budding star in Derrick Rose (though he still has lots of room to improve, defense-wise mostly) and John Salmons (though he tends to get a bit erratic sometimes but when he's on, he's fucking on). Kirk Hinrich can also score when needed, though he's more of a defensive player lately. Maybe he can be Steve Kerr. And for the frontcourt there's the duo of Joachim Noah and Brad Miller who brought some much needed swagger and badassery during the classic Bulls-Celtics first round series. Trade either Tyrus Thomas or Luol Deng but keep one as back-up to LeBron. If they do not want to keep Brad Miller, acquire another center who won't be afraid to get bruised while defending the goal, and maybe also score.
Oh yeah, and I guess they need a better coach. Or hope that Vinnie del Negro improves. And, most important, that Jerry Reinsdorf will open up his wallet.
So, LeBron, in 2010 if you still haven't won a championship with the Cavs and you become a free agent, go to the Bulls. They have the talent and have regained some of their lost swagger and all they really need is a bona fide star.
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