To be clear, I’ve never seen any of the Matrix films so I have no real knowledge of what they are about. In any case the trans co-director sounds bonkers, so maybe I’ve missed nothing. Today is Thursday, band practice day. Day four of the occupation of our street by the film crew. The guys in my band will have to park around the corner and walk here. It’s all for high art you see.
Speaking of high art, there is a story about Nick Cave in the Melbourne Age. It’s almost unreadable gibberish but it does prove Stephen Cummings point that Nick is like the Chauncey Gardiner character in the film “Being There”. It seems that no matter what he does, it turns into some kind of fascinating work of art for some people. I don’t get it at all, but then people are stupid, so there’s that.
Boofhead from Wangaratta
There is a dearth of artistes left on the planet who are capable of anything resembling high art, what ever that even is. Most of the good stuff has been PC’d and diversified out of existence. Cave manages to tread a narrow road as some kind of middling intellectual, inscrutable post – punk dark sage with a confused religious bent. I have no doubt some of his more ardent fans see him as a saint.
Why am I talking about this? We’re all desperate for some entertainment I guess, but with Nick Cave it’s always a big let-down. Like the Chauncey character, there’s really nothing there. He’s a preserved in aspic, curated gothic bad boy from Wangaratta with dyed hair. I don’t see that changing much. I shouldn’t be so mean…oh well.
Hot chicks playing the fiddle. Sexy!
The other thing that caught my attention this week was a documentary called Hans Zimmer and Friends: Diamonds in the Desert. I watched the trailer for this insufferable catastrophe and I have to repeat what I said earlier, that there is a serious lack of anyone doing anything good, especially in the field of music. This Zimmer dude writes film scores. “He has received numerous accolades, including two Academy Awards, a BAFTA Award, three Golden Globe Awards, and five Grammy Awards as well as nominations for seven Emmy Awards.
Hans gets handy with his knobs
Well, that’s hard to beat. He was also in the pop group the Buggles for a while. German born Hans started writing advertising jingles, and this eventually morphed into a fabulous career writing musical scores for countless films, some of which I’ve seen. I don’t particularly remember the soundtrack for any of them, but that is neither here nor there. He’s won so many awards that he’s probably in the Guinness book of records by now, including being inducted in 2019 as a Disney Legend. Wow!
As for the documentary itself, the less said about it the better. I only saw the trailer, but that was enough for me. Pretentious doesn’t even begin to start to describe it. The trailer describes it as the “ultimate big screen concert film experience”. What follows is a montage of screeching and bombastic sound, chicks violently playing all manner of drums, a scantily clad chick in lingerie dramatically playing an electric cello, even more chicks with violins and fawning endorsments from pop celebutards, and that’s just the trailer.
Oooh… and a pearl necklace too!
I guess in this magnificent extravaganza he’s running through his greatest hits of film scores. I dunno. It was annoying, and that’s putting it mildly. Nick Cave has also written a couple of film scores. It’s something that many musicians aspire to, but in my opinion it’s not something that’s particularly challenging. If you have half a brain you can figure out any kind of music to put a piece of film, and it will probably work.
The other factor at play here is that Hans has a lot of friends and contacts in the movie business and it’s a giant golf club that people like me are not typically allowed to join.
No band practice today. Ricky isn’t feeling too good. Maybe next week. I don’t mind the break at all. I’ve been busy all week, so I’m fine with it.
Good Day
I like this so much I’m doing it again.