28 years later….

and I braved the crowds and saw Revenge of the Sith last night.

I could go into detail here about how seeing Star Wars with my Dad for my 8th birthday literally made me who I am today, determining my tastes, my attitudes and my chosen profession….but I’m not going to bother.

My three word review of Episode III:

By.

The.

Numbers.

Or, to give it slightly more attention: Neither better nor worse than Phantom Menace or Attack of the Clones — the same combination of occasionally nifty with cringe-worthy, laughably bad. In general, the whole thing felt like 2 hours and 30 minutes of watching Lucas knock over the expected plot pins he had set in the previous films, one by one…some with more success than others. A solid C+.

The one thing I took away from the experience is this: Bernard Cornwell said that he wrote the Sharpe series of novels because he was bummed that there were no more Hornblower books for him to enjoy. Lucas has said that he made the original Star Wars as an amalgam of those things from his childhood that he enjoyed (serial space opera cliffhangers, etc.), because they weren’t being made any more. It is obvious to me that the internal mythology that my generation built up around Star Wars is cooler than Lucas’ latter-day attempts, and yet for the most part, we have sat back and let him continue, rather than creating something ourselves. We’ve taken the passenger seat, perhaps longer than we should have. One of us needs to create something to fill the vacuum that we perceive….something that speaks to the things we loved that aren’t being made any more.

…and it might as well be me.

Here we go again….Friday Music

OK, let’s see what I’ve got in the grab-bag for you this week:

For fans of Al Swearingen and the assorted hoopleheads and cocksuckers in everyone’s favorite mining camp, I give you The Theme from “Deadwood”. They’ve just released a soundtrack album, which is a mix of incidental music, quotes, and various closing credits tracks, which vary from a traditional Creek lullaby, to turn-of-the-century bluegrass.

Earlier this week, I heard the news report that Kylie Minogue has been diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I’m a big fan (gee, attractive woman with a good voice singing electronica-based dance music? That’s a no-brainer for me), and, given the amount of charity work she’s done for Breast Cancer research in the past, I hope that the wheel of karma gives her a happy ending. As a bit of a tribute (and to plant an infectious audio-virus in your head), here’s Kylie Minogue – “Can’t Get You Out of My Head”. Get well soon, Ms. Minogue.

Speaking of electronica-based: I’m sure some of you are already familiar with this, but I absolutely adore it: The Postal Service – “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”. The Postal Service is a side project — Ben Gibbard from Death Cab for Cutie and Jimmy Tamborello from Dntel. They were just noodling around for the fun of it, mailing tracks back and forth, collaborating via (you guessed it) the United States Post Office. The album was released, and has turned out to be bigger than anything from the contributor’s “day job” bands. Folks have called this the new New Order. I’m not sure about that…but the music is haunting, crisp and very pretty.

Back in High School, one of my favorite albums was the soundtrack to Repo Man, which I’ve heard described as “K-Tel Presents: West Coast Punk of the mid-80s!”, which isn’t far from the truth. It was a good intro to that scene, especially for someone like me who was more into UK Punk, Ska and New Wave. One of the best tracks: Suicidal Tendencies – “Institutionalized”. All I wanted was a Pepsi….

Here’s a tune from the mid-90s that my kids always referred to as “the fast-singing song”, due to lead singer Kay Hanley’s verbal dexterity on the refrain: Letters to Cleo – “Here & Now.” For the record, the refrain is: The comfort of the knowledge of a rise above the sky above will never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now.” There will be a test later.

It often amazes me how well something considered “dated” holds up to later listening. Take for example this bit of 1970s lounge-y groove from Brazil: Deodato – “Also Sprach Zarathustra.” Brazilian jazz/funk composer Eumir Deodato Almeida’s version of this famous piece became a major international hit in the early 70s, and damned if it isn’t still cool as hell.

I caught Velvet Goldmine on TV the other night. I still need to track down a DVD copy of that movie (I’ve got it on VHS). Best soundtrack in the world, too: a mix of genuine 70s glam classics with brand new songs by fictional glam artists that sound like they walked right out of 1974 on glittery platform boots. From the soundtrack, one of the classics: Brian Eno – “Needle In The Camel’s Eye.”

Lastly, here’s some bhangra for you. Bhangra is the traditional folk dance music of Punjab, which is thought to have originated in the 1400s, or perhaps earlier. Recently, bhangra has enjoyed a surge in popularity worldwide in a new form that fuses it with genres such as hip-hop, house, and reggae. Here’s a track from one of the more successful bhangra acts: Panjabi MC – “Yaaran Kollon Sikh Kuriye.” I love this stuff.

That’s all for this week, kids. More later.

28 Years Later…

Laura and I braved the crowds and saw Revenge of the Sith last night.

I could go into detail here about how seeing Star Wars with my Dad for my 8th birthday literally made me who I am today, determining my tastes, my attitudes and my chosen profession….but I’m not going to bother.

My three word review of Episode III:

By.

The.

Numbers.

Or, to give it slightly more attention: Neither better nor worse than Phantom Menace or Attack of the Clones — the same combination of occasionally nifty with cringe-worthy, laughably bad. In general, the whole thing felt like 2 hours and 30 minutes of watching Lucas knock over the expected plot pins he had set in the previous films, one by one…some with more success than others. A solid C+.

The one thing I took away from the experience is this: Bernard Cornwell said that he wrote the Sharpe series of novels because he was bummed that there were no more Hornblower books for him to enjoy. Lucas has said that he made the original Star Wars as an amalgam of those things from his childhood that he enjoyed (serial space opera cliffhangers, etc.), because they weren’t being made any more. It is obvious to me that the internal mythology that my generation built up around Star Wars is cooler than Lucas’ latter-day attempts, and yet for the most part, we have sat back and let him continue, rather than creating something ourselves. We’ve taken the passenger seat, perhaps longer than we should have. One of us needs to create something to fill the vacuum that we perceive….something that speaks to the things we loved that aren’t being made any more.

…and it might as well be me.