All about the intake
Feb. 26th, 2006 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowThis 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.
I really, really loved SG-1 this week. It's the first Vala free episode that I literally was bouncing and squeeing over. It just came together so very well - both dramatically and cracktastically and just felt like things had started to click - both for the team and for the actual production team.
Mitchell and Sam poking at each other was adorable. Dr. Lee and the miniturazation was hysterical, as were the communication efforts. "Yes" "No" "Emphatic Yes". And of course, Cam going off to save his boyfriend despite being sort of non-corporeal was adorable. Particularly when he tells him it's going to be a bitch to replace him. That was so well played, stalking along in the forest, and Teal'c actually hearing him, and then doing the hitting but not really because of the non-corporeal thing. Yeah for bonding, and male friendship and loyalty. And thank you to whomever decided that Ben Browder should roll up his sleeves and that Teal'c should always carry the weapons and that Daniel should be useful. Really and truly thoughtful and useful and apparently they did remember that they started the season with King Arthur.
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. I'm enjoying it, but I kind of see why it got canceled. First, George is a hard sell for me. Almost as hard as Jaye Tyler was, but I can forgive George a little bit because she's 18. However, the show relies entirely on voice overs to get the message across and this is a frustration for me because we never see the actual visual narrative tell the story. It's a cop out to always be able to explain, and it's one of the drawbacks of the show that I don't get to figure out that George hid from things, that she kept herself isolated and seperate instead of repeatedly being told that she'd done that. Frankly, the best parts of the show are the moments with her mother and her sister, and the moments when George's experiences tell her own story.
I very much want to finish the season, but I find that each episode has about 10 minutes more time than it has material and without the voice over device, might have to either condense it's offerings or figure out where it's going in a slightly subtler manner.
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.
I really, really loved SG-1 this week. It's the first Vala free episode that I literally was bouncing and squeeing over. It just came together so very well - both dramatically and cracktastically and just felt like things had started to click - both for the team and for the actual production team.
Mitchell and Sam poking at each other was adorable. Dr. Lee and the miniturazation was hysterical, as were the communication efforts. "Yes" "No" "Emphatic Yes". And of course, Cam going off to save his boyfriend despite being sort of non-corporeal was adorable. Particularly when he tells him it's going to be a bitch to replace him. That was so well played, stalking along in the forest, and Teal'c actually hearing him, and then doing the hitting but not really because of the non-corporeal thing. Yeah for bonding, and male friendship and loyalty. And thank you to whomever decided that Ben Browder should roll up his sleeves and that Teal'c should always carry the weapons and that Daniel should be useful. Really and truly thoughtful and useful and apparently they did remember that they started the season with King Arthur.
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. I'm enjoying it, but I kind of see why it got canceled. First, George is a hard sell for me. Almost as hard as Jaye Tyler was, but I can forgive George a little bit because she's 18. However, the show relies entirely on voice overs to get the message across and this is a frustration for me because we never see the actual visual narrative tell the story. It's a cop out to always be able to explain, and it's one of the drawbacks of the show that I don't get to figure out that George hid from things, that she kept herself isolated and seperate instead of repeatedly being told that she'd done that. Frankly, the best parts of the show are the moments with her mother and her sister, and the moments when George's experiences tell her own story.
I very much want to finish the season, but I find that each episode has about 10 minutes more time than it has material and without the voice over device, might have to either condense it's offerings or figure out where it's going in a slightly subtler manner.
