Monday, December 8th, 2003
When Mute Tongues Can Speak
I have just been given a DVD copy of Meet The Feebles, Peter Jackson’s first film. If you haven’t seen it, it’s an amazingly crude, violent, offensive and all-out gross film done with puppets a la The Muppet Show. I’ve seen it once, and am honestly afraid to see it again. But it’s mine now.
Also mine is Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic – I found a used copy this weekend. My computer is barely keeping up, graphically, but its playable – it should be much more so after I get ny new graphics card next year. So far its a little slow-going, but I’ve already had to restart a game on account of missing a whole lot of stuff that had to be done. I am counting on this to be a really effective time-waster this holiday season.
Consonant are a relatively new “supergroup” featuring Clint Conley (Mission Of Burma), Matt Kadane (Bedhead/The New Year/Silkworm), Chris Brokaw (The New Year), Winston Braman (Fuzzy) and Chris Brokaw (Come). With a lineup like that, I can’t imagine how they’d be anything less than brilliant, but if anyone has any first-hand opinions, I’d like to hear them.
I’m not entirely sure what The Global Pop Conspiracy is, but a number of people are talking about it and I actually think I’ve been before. It sounds interesting, either way, and though it’s going down the same night as my company Christmas party (next Friday), it’s also reasonably close to where I’ll be. Some drunken stumbling up to the shin-dig may be in order.
Todays Largehearted-pilfered links:
- Village Voice music critic Robert Christgau fires a couple shots across the bow of today’s indie scene, asking “Why should indie-rock bands go pop when webzines everywhere think they’re so cool?”
- Splendid lists off 24 ways in which record geeks are different from normal people.
np – The Posies / Success