Random Post #5
I Will Survive - Art Brut
Nag Nag Nag Nag - Art Brut
Yes, happy anniversary to us indeed. The pop-cultural cyborg known as Wintermute is now one year old, which I believe is the Oral Stage, so don’t leave anything of value on the floor. It’s been fun, and with your sexy-sexy help, we’ll reach that damn Emerald City. Almost all of us, and several strangers, are in this drunken photo, taken years ago in downtown Madison by a kindly bartender, except for resident genius and general culture critic ohmygodimmike, who is instead shown below, his steely Greek eyes criticizing general culture. As before, and in Laz’s personal OZ (shown with the previous post), correctly link the blogger to the face and win a way cool prize!!! (seriously, we’ll give you something).
So for our first post-anniversary-post post, here’s another installment of our Random series (1, 2, 3, 4), which will have nothing to do with our anniversary, because its RANDOM! Let’s start:
First, in underground movie news, Dan Anderson’s wonderfully absurd and disgustingly eccentric Bearded Child Film Festival is gearing up for its 7th year and is now opened for submissions. All details HERE. This Michigan based fest, which features the best in underground, avant-garde and outsider cinema, was truly one of the most disturbing and deeply satisfying evenings of film I have ever stumbled through. And without it, I would never have seen Amy Lockhart’s Mrs. Edmonton Teenburger 1983 in: It’s Party Time!, the greatest movie ever made. Check it out America. Here’s more info:
Bearded Child Film Festival
Myles Reif Performing Arts Center
Grand Rapids, Minnesota
BC Film Fest c/o Dan Anderson
612 1st Ave. NW
Grand Rapids, MN 55744
Festival: August 17-18
Deadline: Aug. 1
Next, HERE (streamable) and above (downloadable), are some tracks from the new Art Brut album, It’s a Bit Complicated. This adorable and essentially air tight little rock album pretty much represents my hope for the future of rock n’ roll. Yeah England(!) Their sophomore effort finds the surprised rockstars expanding musically (if not conceptually) while still sticking to their core sound of simple kick ass garage cock-rock, with lyrics that express an openly sincere if snippy observational charm. Eddie Argos’ biting prose have shifted perspectives from that of a young lovable malcontent, to those of a lovable malcontent who somehow found himself on the Top of the Pops, and continue to drip with a mix of tounge-and-cheek bemusement and outright desperation. No one does ironic sincerity like the Brits. European Tour NOW, U.S. Tour in Augest.
Lastly, I was going to post an E.E. Cummings poem about youth, but DJ took back the book I was borrowing, so instead, here’s one by Raymond Carver for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
Today a woman signaled me in Hebrew.
Then she pulled out her hair, swallowed it
and disappeared. When I returned home,
shaken, three carts stood by the door with
fingernails showing through the sacks of grain.