sunny on the inside

you guys, i done goofed and i know it.

i stopped posting, and the world of webernet music kept on a-churnin'. beirut's latest came out and RAC made like... three more life-changing remixes and a new black keys single came out and it's so much go damn fun, i can't help myself

in any case, we'll get to all that in due time. meanwhile, here's a little glass candy. they're portland-based and work with italians do it better, who also happen to host portland/montreal hybrid band desire, with whom we've already had something of a tryst. see if it does anything for you.



in an entirely unrelated matter... now i'm not one for waxing poetic about the lives and welfare of our furry friends; in fact, i may be known for playing a little cheeky republican from time to time, just for kicks. but just a couple of days ago, a few gatineau (that's in quebec, for you non-canucks) police officers got a little slap-happy with the sidearms and gunned down a few stray steers because they 'posed a threat to the public'. my green-thumbed (well... more like green-all-over) classmate camille labchuk does a much better job of covering the story over at huffpo canada; but all you have to do is watch the video to really get a sense for what's going on here. aside from the fact that these trained and uniformed officers can't seem to make contact with an animal the side of a smart car at a range of 5 metres (and expend enough ammunition to stop a humvee in the process), the only danger the poor thing seemed to have posed was eating a few reeds and perhaps knocking over a lawn ornament or two.

i mean, jesus h. christ people. it's the twenty-first century. the poor things were off to be made into hamburger anyways, but no person or creature deserves to be slowly (and inaccurately) shot to death on the side of a highway. show a little class.

i give you a five minute window

i saw Drive just a few hours past.

i don't quite know what to make of it yet. it was stylish as hell - plenty of aerial shots of los angeles, of topless strippers standing idly by as a man's hand is reduced to a congealed mess,  of gosling staring soulfully (blankly?) through the windshield, out the window, at people, at objects, at seemingly nothing at all - but i'm not sure that there really was any... substance at the end of the tunnel. plenty of people suffered gratuitously violent ends and there was some hint of larger organized-crime concerns, but these elements do not a great drama make; and for a movie named with a single action verb, said verb played a miniscule role in the actual film itself. as much as i am a lover of the pregnant pause, for a character whose background is left entirely to the imagination, gosling's "driver" character is obnoxiously mute, leaving us to question whether his silence truly stems from an inner torment, or just because he ain't so good with the mouth-sounds (or perhaps for other reasons).

in any case, being the stylistic vehicle it is, the film puts its music to the forefront and left me with a few tracks that, while a bit off the beaten track, bring 80's miami back in a bold way. kavinsky & lovefoxxx's nightcall opens the film and does so brilliantly, and desire's under your spell plays a pivotal role in one of the movie's few truly poignant emotional moments.

kavinsky & lovefoxxx - nightcall


desire - under your spell