Well, so much for the 10 posts for the day thing. But 4 is better than none, which is what I had posted every day in the preceding week, so I think the experiment was a success.
The Interpol thing was what you’d expect from a festival type show, with corporate sponsors. Greyhound, Peter Pan, Scion… Freebies and expensive beer. I’m just not the demographic. Interpol played well, the sound was poor. Liked Louis XIV and The Killers about as much as I expected to (which is not that much). Good to see John. Good to go to a show with a posse.
In case you’re not keeping score at home, tonight is our 7th Interpol show in as many months. We’re seeing them as part of some WFNX music poll crap, despite my aversion to the entire Phoenix media empire. They’re at the [insert name of financial institution here] Pavillion, formerly known as Harbor Lights. Which I was thinking about the other day, because I was thinking about Jonathan Richman’s song “I love hot nights” (which uses the phrase “harbor lights”), because we had our first official hot night of the summer on Saturday night.
We caught F.W. Murnau’s Faust at the Coolidge Corner last night, with live music by Cul de Sac. Some of the music in the first part seemed kind of arbitarily timed with the film, but things seemed to work together a lot better from about midway on. There were some very nice touches, like the way the music sounded a little Americana/down-home when Faust comes back to his home town, or the sampled and sort of acultural religious singing that was mixed in when Gretchen went to church (was it some sort of Hindu thing? Eastern European? Middle Eastern? Korean?).
I feel a little less competent to talk about the film, since one of the big holes in my cultural literacy is that I’ve really read or otherwise encountered any version of Faust until this. But, cinematographically, it was pretty fantastic. My favorite shot was of Mephisto bringing the plague to Faust’s town (pictured). And effect-per-effect, I think Revenge of the Sith‘s special effects broke my suspension of disbelief more often than Faust‘s.
You can see what other Flickrers look like if you look at what they’ve tagged to “me”.
I’ve been pretty light on the posting lately, because her Nora-ness has come to visit and every day of late has been jammy-packed with the things that Boston offers and Savannah does not. So I’m going to try to hit a personal record of 10 posts in a single day, from work.
When we were looking for a place to get takeout the other night, we stumbled across the fantastic TuftsLife.com dining section, which has scanned menus, ratings, payment options, and hours (it even has a handy “current status” thing in the listings, in case you’re too drunk/stoned to figure out whether a place is currently open from seeing its hours).
So that’s a nice little thing that the students have built for us.
Another nice little thing the students have done for us this past week is that they’ve gone home for the summer! Hooray! Sing it with me! “Schooooooool’s out! for! ever!!!”
(In case you’re curious about dinner, we tried East Asia; Terri reports.)
I’ve heard a couple of these before, but since to my knowledge there’s no Boston station that runs this, I’m very happy that The Onion people are now putting their short radio spots online.
You have 30 seconds, so just watch it. It’s easier than explaining.
Not quite as good as my favorite European commercial from a couple of years ago.
There are two nice little perks to my conversion to WordPress that you RSS users may notice. First, you can subscribe to an RSS feed of the comments on the blog. I like this on other peoples’ blogs, because I tend to comment and then forget to check back to see if anyone replied to my comments. This lets the comments come to you.
The second is that any mp3 file I link to automatically gets an enclosure tag in the RSS feed, which means that if your RSS reader supports it, you probably have a very easy mechanism to download it. If we were ever to resurrect the Terri & Ezra internet radio show, this would probably be the easiest way to do it.
So, to test it out, here’s a Carter Family track I listened to on the walk home from work today. You can sort of be guilt-free about it, too, since it sort of maybe belongs to all of us now.
I kind of love speculation on who Deep Throat was, and I’ll be a bit sad if W. Mark Felt turns out to be the one. I totally want it to be Pat Buchanan.