I'm listening to the song Nightcall by Kavinsky right now. It's really good. I downloaded it from Emusic years ago and recently heard it in the film Drive. Now it conjures up images of Los Angeles at night, and neon and muscle cars and Ryan Gosling. That last part probably sounds a little gay but it's not. Not completely.
I also recently watched Warrior. Tom Hardy is in it, and Joel Edgerton. Edgerton was in the superb Australian crime film Animal Kingdom, and was also Uncle Owen in The Phantom Menace. Nick Nolte was also in Warrior. That dude is the real deal. You should see the film, it's pretty great.
I was just watching this Greek film Dogtooth. It's a weird weird film, but oddly captivating. Well at least it was until one character attacked a cat with a pair of garden sheers. The film is about parents who are raising their three teenage children in a strangely isolated environment.
I've been thinking a lot recently about the idea everything is one single moment. That there is no past or future. That everything happens in one stretched out moment. Sometimes it feels like I could close my eyes, open them again and I'd be an old man. Sat on the couch. I could open them and I'd be ten years old again playing in the snow. I could open them up and I'd be stood outside Flinders Station. I feel like these moments, all the moments that make up my life are separated by a membrane thinner than paper. That is only growing thinner. This idea kind of fascinates me but mostly it terrifies me. I don't know if you know what I mean.
I've been working on this radio show with two friends of mine. It's been reinvigorating for me creatively. For a while it had felt like my brain was shutting down. I'd sort of stopped thinking. Now I'm trying to think up creative themes and idea's for the show. It's been challenging. My brain has not been overwhelming me with original idea's. It's a little scary and more than a little difficult to be creative when you are seemingly incapable of original thought. Still I'm making this sound weirdly negative. It isn't. It's been a blast. We're going into my friends studio to record episode five this week, and we've just extended the running time for each episode from one to two hours. It feels good having to think again. The station should hopefully be up and running soon-ish. I believe there will be a trial run of some sort first.
I did one of those Mojo-esque music questionnaire things for the local paper the other week. The feature is called Pet Sounds. It included a god awful photo of me and in the piece I used the word veracious. What an asshole. That's what I probably would have thought if I was a stranger reading the paper at home. I don't believe I've ever used the word veracious in real life, but I couldn't resist the urge to be a little bit of a pompous dick. It's fun.
If I had to put it down to one thing, I'd probably say the main reason I love cats is because they're jerks.
Am I the only one who finds the theme song for QI with Stephen Fry a little emotional?
I've been listening to Incesticide by Nirvana whilst writing most of this. It's been a long time since I've listened to that album because my physical copy is in Canada and for some reason I forgot to add it to my hard drive before I left but I just found it on Spotify. Hairspray Queen never gets any less goddamn amazing. Jesus I love this record.
Oh and I just watched the trailer for Paranormal Activity 3. It freaked me out. I'm a real sucker for those films. The first one got in my head and stayed there for days. I still don't look at attic doors in the same way. And even though the rational side of my brain understands how gimmicky and artificial those films are, the irrational(and dominate) side of my brain does not. The irrational side of my brain is desperate to suspend it's disbelief for two hours. It's fun.
I discussed Paranormal Activity with my friend recently. We were visiting him and his lovely family in Ireland and he showed me a sophisticated baby monitor he had purchased. It had a little video camera on it that recorded the crib. So you could watch and listen to your baby from the comfort of your living room. The little screen on his mantel displayed a small slightly grainy greenish night vision view of his little girl asleep. I asked him if he'd seen Paranormal Activity? He said no. I said he wouldn't look at that baby monitor in the same way ever again if he did. Then we had a completely unrelated discussion about Catholicism that kept us up far longer than we had anticipated. That was a good trip. He has a little girl who could power the universe with her joy and infectious enthusiasm.
Finally, it's late and I'm tired. Well, I'm tired now but I'll still lay awake in bed in the dark for a fucking hour.
Oh before I do go a big Happy Thanksgiving to everyone back home. I cooked my first Thanksgiving dinner ever to celebrate. Never has a chicken been butchered so badly with a carving knife. It was delicious though. I cooked chicken because turkey wasn't available. Tomorrow I'm making chicken soup. It's going to be monumental.
Anyway, good night.
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