This lack of interest on my part is due the fact that when I was fifteen in 1980, the age that you are most susceptible to new music, Bowie was already a ‘commercial artist‘ and I considered him slick, albeit efficient.
Reginald: “Of all the female icons women are encouraged to reach for almost none of them reach for Thatcher.”
“I mean hell, they almost all reach for Madonna before they reach for Thatcher,”
Woman: “Well, absolutely. Madonna broke that glass ceiling that had been oppressing women for decades. Madonna showed women they could be sexy, healthy and vital well into their forties and fifties, she showed women that they could and should be smart business people.”
Reginald: “Some of that’s true, but how about this? Thatcher reached all the way to the top in the most male-dominated profession in the world and she didn’t shake her ass one time. She didn’t shake her ass, she didn’t undo her cleavage before she went into a meeting with the boys and she didn’t suck a dick to jump the queue, she was true to game.”
While I was listening to Late Night Lab by Bart Vanhoudt, Bart posted his show on Facebook, I pressed the play button and heard “these sounds are in no sense accidental” like I always do, since it is the intro of the programme.
This phrase comes from the interviewer of the popular TV show I’ve Got a Secret who announces “Water Walk” (January, 1960), the title of a performance by John Cage.
This performance is, in a way, more important than “4′33″.
Just saw Youth. Paolo Sorrentino is the new Fellini, albeit a much more likable one. I’ve always found the films of Fellini a bit pretentious and theatrical (see for example’s Fellini’s contribution to Boccaccio ’70, “The Temptations of Doctor Antonio”).
Not so with Sorrentino. This is what I want from cinema. Reveries and emotions. A mix of high and low culture. Laughter and tears. Lots of philosophy. And buckets of beauty.
P.S.: I recently saw another film on old age, by Haneke, Amour. How I hated that film, despite that Haneke has made some of the best films of the 2000s.
Chantal Akerman‘s debut film “Saute ma ville” (1968, above) turned out to be quite prophetic. Akerman committed suicide last week. Suicide continues to fascinate me. Sometimes, I get a strange feeling of comfort when yet another person commits suicide. It reminds me that I am not doing that badly. I may, at times, be unhappy, but not that unhappy.
Above is an interview with Dutch scholar Menno Schilthuizen on Nature’s Nether Regions (Dutch title Darwin’s Peep Show), a book by Dutch scholar Menno Schilthuizen on animal genitalia in relation to evolution.