Art Of Fighting.
Art of Fighting are a Melbourne based band, if I remember correctly. Their music is of the beautiful melancholy kind, switching in pace and tone easily when required. They've toured with Mogwai and Mum and I reckon that's a good way to measure of band's sound, though they're more vocally driven than those two bands. Art of Fighting have two albums, Wires and Second Storey, and two eps, A Very Strange Year and Empty Nights. You want the albums. They're next to perfect.
I saw them perform earlier this year and they're fantastic. You get the chance, you go.
Apparently this is one of my interests. What of it?
Bukowski wrote one of my favourite novels, Pulp. It was the last novel he wrote, finished shortly before his death, and it's dedicated to bad writing, which always gets a chuckle out of me. It's about a detective hired to find runaway literary figures, but there's a lot more to it. It's really quite a funny book, not at all what you'd expect if you only know the hard drinking, wife beating, gambling Bukowski.
Of course, all of that's there, too.
The strange this is that there are ten people who share this interest and two groups. Well, what can I say? I'm fascinated with the culture around death, about how people react, about what people do afterwards, and how this changes from culture to culture. Perhaps it's a tad on the morbid side, but I don't think so. Others will disagree, naturally.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Do you know he has a new book, Memories of My Melancholy Whores, which is to be translated and released in October?
Lefebvre was a Marxist theorist in the previous century. Erratically translated, he focused on the nature of everyday life, which spilled out into cities and the production of space, amongst others. The last is where my interest begins. He's a demanding writer, quite repetitive, and I read one theorist describe his writing style similar to that of music, which may or may not be truth. Certainly his work could have been slimmed down and rendered less dense and more accessible, but he had some fascinating thoughts.
There's something about Joseph Cotten that just fascinates me. When I think of him, I have this impression of a regular man, the every day man, yet also a man with a quiet dignity. He wrote his own autobiography, Vanity Will Get You Somewhere, but it's fairly mediocre.
"There's about three of us at the window now and a strange feeling comes over me. I'm sort of scared because I know the Lord don't like that mixing the Devil's music with His music. But I still listen because the music sounds so strange and I guess I'm hypnotised. When he blows blues I can see Lincoln Park with all the sinners and whores shaking and belly rubbing and the chicks getting way down and slapping themselves on the cheeks of their behind. Then when he blows the hymm I'm in my mother's church with the music. It sounded like a battle between the Good Lord and the Devil. Something tells me to listen and see who wins, If Bolden stops on the hymm, the Good Lord wins, If he stops on the blues, the Devil wins."
My own is of the snapshot variety, sure, and I'm quite aware of my limitations and I've no desire to overcome those and take it beyond this blog, but I enjoy it.
That's one of my favourites.
No one's watching. I can do anything here.
The Polyphonic Spree
Live music kicked of well this year with the Polyphonic Spree gig. What happened to live music? Bloody thesis and deadlines and unemployed friends. At any rate, what's not to love about a band with twenty odd people in it, and are a mix of gospel and pop but without any overtly religious tones. It's positive and joyful and I reckon they're just fantastic live. I really regret that I didn't take my camera to that gig and get some photos, but it's where I learnt the camera taking gig rule.
I left that gig feeling warm and at peace with the world, even though I had to endure another opening set by Sarah Blasco. You don't get that feeling from many bands.
That's a shock, I'm sure.