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Feb. 26th, 2006 07:00 pmThis weekend was taking in, not putting out. Hee - that sounded better in my head.
Friday I bailed on work at 4:00 p.m. and went to see Heart of Gold, the Neil Young concert movie by Jonathan Demme. I'm a long time Neil Young fan for many reasons, not the least of which is that he is one of my father's heroes. I grew up with his music - both pouring from our speakers and from the amps connected to my dad's guitar. I have distinct memories of him playing Cowgirl in the Sand in our unfinished basement, playing it over and over again, the floor vibrating with sweet sweep of the chorus. My first concert was Neil Young at Red Rocks. The movie, well, more than anything I just missed my dad with this sad desperation that started as vague sadness during the first part which is all of Prairie Wind. However, after the intermission, he comes back and starts to sing his old stuff and I just sat there, tears running down my face until he gathered all of his friends into a line with him and they sang "Four Strong Winds" and I just couldn't stop crying. There was all of this sense memory flooding over me - sounds and smells and the intimate knowledge that this was the first song I'd known all the words to. I was grateful to be at the Arclight and for there to be very few other people in the theater.
Went to Amoeba afterwards and bought the new Elbow and Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins. Both of which I'd highly reccomend. The Elbow has that same sort of awe-inspiring depressing lushness that I find so hypnotic, that same combinations of grace and hazy, druggy warping of sensibilities. The Jenny Lewis is like going to see a singer at a bar and having her blow you away - you don't so much recognize her lyrics as the warm sensibilities and odd quirks of life and fate behind them. And "Rabbit Fur Coat" is truly one of the oddest songs I've heard in recent years. I like it very much.
On to TV watching.
( SG-1: Arthur's Mantle )
All in all, this was tremendously satisfying and I did not watch BSG because first I was too exhuasted and second I couldn't make the TiVo at my friend C's (where I was house-sitting) give me the programs that I'd recorded.
Finally, I also watched half of the first season of Dead Like Me. ( Brief Thoughts )
Friday I bailed on work at 4:00 p.m. and went to see Heart of Gold, the Neil Young concert movie by Jonathan Demme. I'm a long time Neil Young fan for many reasons, not the least of which is that he is one of my father's heroes. I grew up with his music - both pouring from our speakers and from the amps connected to my dad's guitar. I have distinct memories of him playing Cowgirl in the Sand in our unfinished basement, playing it over and over again, the floor vibrating with sweet sweep of the chorus. My first concert was Neil Young at Red Rocks. The movie, well, more than anything I just missed my dad with this sad desperation that started as vague sadness during the first part which is all of Prairie Wind. However, after the intermission, he comes back and starts to sing his old stuff and I just sat there, tears running down my face until he gathered all of his friends into a line with him and they sang "Four Strong Winds" and I just couldn't stop crying. There was all of this sense memory flooding over me - sounds and smells and the intimate knowledge that this was the first song I'd known all the words to. I was grateful to be at the Arclight and for there to be very few other people in the theater.
Went to Amoeba afterwards and bought the new Elbow and Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins. Both of which I'd highly reccomend. The Elbow has that same sort of awe-inspiring depressing lushness that I find so hypnotic, that same combinations of grace and hazy, druggy warping of sensibilities. The Jenny Lewis is like going to see a singer at a bar and having her blow you away - you don't so much recognize her lyrics as the warm sensibilities and odd quirks of life and fate behind them. And "Rabbit Fur Coat" is truly one of the oddest songs I've heard in recent years. I like it very much.
On to TV watching.
( SG-1: Arthur's Mantle )
All in all, this was tremendously satisfying and I did not watch BSG because first I was too exhuasted and second I couldn't make the TiVo at my friend C's (where I was house-sitting) give me the programs that I'd recorded.
Finally, I also watched half of the first season of Dead Like Me. ( Brief Thoughts )
