Did i mention that @ISeeTigers did us a video? Probably. It’s still rad tho.
Dead Cars did the music for this little film by iseetigersfilm.tumblr.com regarding the imminent expansion of the Duke Of York’s cinema. It is cool.
Our more astute listeners may have noticed that compositionally speaking, I pinch things. A lot. In fact I’m a full blown musical kleptomaniac. As a consequence I have been accused of lack of originality, disrespect towards other artists, etc. But the point of stealing things is that I really, really love the originals and I wanna bring a piece of that magic to my own stuff. In my defence, Exhibit A, from the mighty pen of T. S. Eliot:
"One of the surest tests [of the superiority or inferiority of a poet] is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest."
So don’t make a fuss if I steal, only if I get caught.
(Hat tip to Nancy Prager, http://nancyprager.wordpress.com/2007/05/08/good-poets-borrow-great-poets-steal/, for sourcing the original quote.)
3 - Lampposts. Seriously, these guys are putting it down. Not the lamps mind you, their benefit is obvious and affection towards lamps in the minds of the public is undoubtedly very high. The posts though, especially those gnarly grey concrete ones that are about 30ft tall - love ‘em. Pissed on, rained on, driven into by drunks but they still just hang out, defiant against a world indifferent to life-saving public infrastructure.
2 - Sea defences. Similar to above really but more so. I like harbour walls, definitely. And groins. But also those massive metal screws with crosses on the end that they drive into cliffs to stop them falling down. That’s inanimation taken to the edge my friends. Forces of thousands of tons keep piling into them yet they do not yield. Like Michael Myers but without the bloodshed and with more sea defence.
1 - The English dishes that you get in Indian restaurants. You know the kind of thing, omelette and chips, scampi and chips, chicken and chips, but, y’know, in an Indian restaurant. How hard must it be for those poor dishes to provide an essential service to people whose palates are too timid even for a korma but whose disposition is sufficiently accommodating that they don’t just throw a wobbly at their friends and scream “BUT I DON’T LIKE CURRY!”? Bless the English dishes and all who sail in them. (But not in an EDL way.)
Oh yeah, and this is happening on Friday. Do come, it won’t be the same without you. http://www.facebook.com/events/190152874408450/