It's impossible for a human being to be entirely happy.

[alexsarll]

In a late addition to the bill of entertainments at tonight's Love Your Enemies, there is to be some form of raffle, with Mute goodies* to be won. I think it'll be a get-given-a-ticket-when-you-come-in job.

Among the useful lessons learned at my_red_dream's housewarming - she has a tendency to confuse pigeons with poo, while her beau is a dab hand at drawing bomb turbans, even on such unpromising wearers as the golden-mantled tree kangaroo (possessed, icecoldinalex claims, of 'shifty eyes').

"Mr Chirac said any subject matter that could hurt other people's convictions should be avoided." Well, that's one approach. On the other hand there's the quote which one sees attributed to many press veterans, in many slightly different wordings - I was first told it as being from Lord Beaverbrook: "News is what someone wants to suppress. Everything else is advertising".
(On which note, who's been editing Wikipedia?)

Among things making me cheerful today are dubnobasswithmyheadman (a listen this morning reveals that all the tracks are too long for LYE, but heavens it's still a great album), the supervillain Egg Fu (an Oriental supercomputer in the shape of a giant egg, who holds Wonder Woman captive with his moustache), the birthday card from Tuesday which was basically Brokeback Mountain with dogs, and Chris Oakley's abiding love for Millennium.

There's plenty of anti-psychotic drugs out there, but has anyone ever invented the opposite, a conscience suppressant? I realise it's not something your average shrink would want to prescribe, but I imagine it would be a godsend to the CIA or KGB, and they had neurochemists of their own.

*No, not including missfrancesca.

Comments

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

No, I've not seen that - I'm seldom much of a one for concert films, except where the visuals are inspired to the point of mental (eg Rammstein, or Pet Shop Boys' Performance). Wouldn't mind hearing the soundtrack, though.
There used to be something like the reverse of that at Cambridge bops - all the rugby players would hear the intro, think "ME LIKE LAGER SONG!" and hit the floor - then stand there like lemons, swaying gently and looking confused, as they realised they didn't actually know any of the rest of the track, or what to do while it played.

[dignam.livejournal.com]

Ha! I remember much of the same at That Other Place. The visuals in this are inspired to the point of mental. Because it's all controlled by Underworld. Underworld's larger than itself -- it has a visual-arts arm, called Tomato, which integrates a specific textual and geometrical aesthetic into a multisensory and intertextual experience. They excel at projecting individual words from the lyrics at syncopated juxtaposition to the performance (rather a postmodern rendering of Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues") so that the individual selected words form their own counter-poem to the song (much in the way Derrida has two texts working in books like "Cinders" and "The Postcard.") They play with slippage of meaning. During "Rez/Cowgirl," for example, "an eraser of love" becomes "any razor of love" becomes "an erazor of love" becomes "any reason at all" then "reason" becomes "raison" becomes "raisin". All flicking so quickly your mind interprets all of them simultaneously. You might think this is all parlour-trickery but I've been thinking about writing a serious piece on them for a long time. Now that I've started a major project, they will factor in quite importantly.

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Cor, that does sound a bit good. Will have to keep an eye out.