No, this is not a post referring to the excellent pair of comedians and their wacky sidekicks that form The Mighty Boosh, but this week I went to see The Moon. Unfortunately the Screen on the Green in Islington stopped showing it the day before we went to the cinema, so we watched it at a Vue Cinema..unfortunately with shaky projection for a quarter of the film (which they did give us a compensatory ticket for).
The film itself was just marvellous – a simple idea, well executed, well acted, and proper Sci-Fi – not the fantasy effects fest that Transformers 2, and unlike that particular CGI fest, still has me thinking about how good it was a week later. Definitely one to rewatch on DVD for me, but go and watch it if you can.
After being pointed to this video of a Philip Glass piano piece I went and got the CD. Ironically last week I had bought a couple of tracks off Music In Fifths which did turn out to be unlistenable to but this reminded me of what he’s like when he’s good!
Thats not say the death wasn’t saddening, or that I hadn’t experienced the phenomenon. It did make me think about how he seems like part of my musical background, even though I can’t to any creation and say, yeah this has got the Michael Jacskon Spirit.
I vividly recall as a pre-teen going around my friends house who lived ten houses down from me and planting myself in his living room as he’d managed to video tape Thriller off a Saturday morning kids show, and we watched it incessently. We moved to India shortly afterwards for a few years and Thriller was one of the few albums we had in English, so I listened to it a hell of a lot. As a child it all seemed great apart from the naff ‘Girl Is Mine’ duet with Paul McCartney, that I really tried to like but couldn’t. And I mean I really did want to like it because the rest of the album was so great, but that song was so terrible.
I love the fact that London has such a great mix of peoples. Yesterday I went out and came across a Caribbean festival whilst wearing a Peruvian football shirt and hunting for a Russian Newspaper. The Newspaper being hunted for was eventually found in a Latvian shop, and I cycled through an orthodox Jewish area and had a South American lunch on the way back.
Where the offbeat South American Charango meets offbeat English songwriting