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So, I'm a Keira Knightly fan, and all, but um, yeah. I'm not so sure about this new Pride and Prejudice.

Maybe it's just the forced zaniness of the trailer, or maybe it's that stupid narration starring the ubiquitous trailer voice. Here's a sample: "the story of a modern woman... who discovered the one person she cannot stand is the one man she may not be able to resist."

Oh, fuck no! You do not reduce Pride and Prejudice to a fucking one-liner.

Or, maybe, you do, but seriously, it isn't that. If anything, it's the first line of the book. But then again, that might sound odd & pretentious, from the mouth of the ubiquitous narrator.

Anyway, give me the BBC miniseries production any day.

Cognoscens me AHA Cognoscens te

All roads lead to Alan Partridge:

• Today, I was listening to the Happy Mondays' Pills, Thrills & Bellyaches...
• When Jason IM'ed me about 24 Hour Party People, which I love...
• Only to get home tonight, and find our brilliant TiVo recording "Knowing Me, Knowing You" on BBC America [1].

Aha! [2]

So anyway, I've been watching the first 2 episodes of "Knowing Me, Knowing You" again tonight, and wow, what a fucking brilliant show. Or rather, set of shows, because "I'm Alan Partridge" (both series)—which takes place after Alan has accidentally shot one of his guests on the chat show, and is doing a (very early) morning radio show in Norwich, trying to get back said chat show—are actually even better, IMHO, than "KMKY".

Favorite things that I can remember from both shows [3]:

• Alan's Sports Casual line (wherein Alan shows off his fashion line, "demonstrating a trade that [he's] an Alan of"). Watch it.
• Alan's biggest fan, who has a room in his house with pictures of Alan up all over, and an Alan mask that he puts on.
• The ABBA medley, which has to be the most brilliantly funny thing ever. I'm quite serious: if you follow one link from this post, follow that one, & watch the video. My favorite parts are the "Voulez Vous... AHA!" bits. The link, again: Watch it.
• The Victorian Dogs: Alan mishears one of his guests saying that she liked "Victorian Dolls," so he dresses up some dogs in Victorian costumes.

[1] Granted, "brilliant" may be a bit of an overstatement, since we have a TiVo wishlist item for anything including "Steve Coogan". But still.

[2] The Happy Mondays featured heavily in 24 Hour Party People as one of Tony Wilson's bands at Factory Records (who fared better than A Certain Ratio, happily for them). And they're awesome.

But so besides the fact that Steve Coogan played Tony Wilson in 24hPP & Alan Partridge in "Knowing Me, Knowing You," the character of Alan Partridge & the chat show itself was partially based on Tony Wilson. Which is what brings it all round, and makes it so ironic, meta, etc.

[3] I was quite tempted to make a marathon Steve Coogan/Alan Partridge/Tony Wilson night of it tonight, watching "KMKY", "IAP", and 24hPP all in succession. But our "IAP" DVDs are Region 2, and it's just so much work, so I gave up rather quickly.

So the above list is, truly, mostly from memory, or from the 2 episodes I saw tonight. I haven't watched any "IAP" episodes in a couple of years, which explains the skew.

Stuff I've Been Liking

Fiona Apple, "Red Red Red"

After listening to the Jon Brion version of Extraordinary Machine over & over, I was at first pretty wary of the Mike Elizondo production on the released version of the album. But after listening to it a number of times, I think it's even better than the Brion version: more nuanced, and less of a samey feel between the tracks.

The released version of "Red Red Red", in particular, sounds completely different from the earlier version. Where the latter was angry, this is resigned. Both versions are fantastic and work well together, but I think I prefer the released version. Or so I'm saying, today. [1]

The Clientele, "Since K Got Over Me"

I wish I'd listened/read more carefully when I first read about The Clientele 5 years ago on Freaky Trigger (in this review). I guess I'm just stubborn, really. It finally took a random visit to MySpace yesterday morning [2], where I clicked through to the Music section of the site, and happened to see a promotion for the new Clientele album at the bottom.

Anyway, this is wonderful, wonderful stuff, and it's off of their new album Strange Geometry. Reminds me a lot of my beloved Go-Betweens & their 60s-inspired jangle pop, but with a much more atmospheric/airy touch. So good!

Listen to "Since K Got Over Me" (and a bunch of other Clientele songs). Or, a direct link to the MP3, if you prefer.

Hey Willpower, "Uh-Uh-Uh"

I just read about Hey Willpower last week on Fluxblog. And then, after loving "Hundredaire," I started reading more, and realized that I had actually seen Hey Willpower open for the Scissor Sisters back in January of this year. This is the only song I remember from their set, but I distinctly remember at the time being, like, WTF is this? [3]

But now, after hearing them again, and buying the EP, I just love these songs. They remind me of a cross between Justin Timberlake, Phoenix, and Scritti Politti, and that just == brilliance.

[1] Matthew from Fluxblog has a great review here, along with an MP3 of "Red Red Red".

[2] Like, seriously random. I think this is the first time I've gone to MySpace in months, and the reason I went was to check out a track from the new Darkness album.

[3] The show was at the Warfield, and we were up in the seated area, and so we couldn't see the stage incredibly close-up or anything. So we could just see some people in shiny clothes dancing about onstage to a weirdly sexual pop song (some photos here). And seeing a band when you don't know their songs beforehand is always a bit odd, even if the songs are, admittedly, crazily catchy—but this was more odd than usual.

And I fashioned myself a Fiery Furnaces fan.

Tonight I was informed that Alex Kapranos of Franz Ferdinand has been dating Eleanor Friedberger for, like, 2 years (or some long amount of time). And not only that, but that "Eleanor Put Your Boots On" (my favorite song off their new album) is about one Eleanor Friedberger. [1] Neither of which fact I knew previously, incidentally.

And then, then, she also told me that there's a free stream [2] of Rehearsing my Choir (the FF new album due October 25) on Amazon. Which I also didn't know about—I only have a couple of tracks on MP3, sort of intentionally, in that I like holding out until I can listen to the actual album—and which I'm now listening to.

[1] And I thought that the guy on the FF message board hoping that Eleanor would come out on stage when Franz Ferdinand played "Eleanor Put Your Boots On" was just a sad fanboy.

No—I'm the sad fanboy.

[2] If you're on a Mac, and Windows Media Player doesn't work for the stream (it didn't for me), try VLC.

Meditations on Guilt, or Two Songs (and One TV Show) That I'm Almost Ashamed About

If you've been reading my blog, you might have gotten the sense that I'll write about anything I'm watching or listening to, no matter how seemingly shameful. I mean, Criss Angel: Mindfreak? Fucking hell, I'll admit it—that show's pretty awful.

But nothing I've written about is something that I'd actually consider a guilty pleasure, per se. And I've always had a rather uncomfortable relationship with the concept of guilty pleasures, to be honest, because I believe that if you really enjoy something—whether it be music, or television, or films, etc—there's nothing shameful or guilt-inducing about that! Pride or guilt shouldn't enter into enjoyment of popular culture.

That said, though...

I'm actually perversely proud of listening to or watching certain things in my iTunes library, or our TiVo "Now Playing List." I think I may just like being contrary, in part, and consuming things that just really annoy people or make them mad.

And so those are what I tend to think of as my guilty pleasures, the guilt being my atonement for the pain that I'm purposely causing everyone else.

So, examples:

Clay Aiken, "Solitaire"

Much more histrionic than the Carpenters' version, and with some rather dodgy additional lyrics, it sometimes sounds like Clay is getting a bit lost beneath the surging orchestration. But I still love it.

The thing about Clay, for me, is that I actually get the sense that he means it. There's something very honest & true about Clay Aiken, and that's always really, really important for me when it comes to music—I grew out of my college-era irony phase a long time ago. And, frankly, if there's one thing that I always associate with guilty pleasure music, it's music that actually seems sincere, perhaps sincere to the point that it's a bit uncomfortable.

"His eyes are closed / His heart is broken..." Truly. Poor, confused, Clay.

Take That, "Back for Good"

This song just can't help but remind me of the Office Special, at the end, at the Christmas party, when Tim says goodbye to Dawn, and then she comes back, etc. It was one of the most unexpectedly sentimental—and touching, because of that—scenes I've seen in a long time.

It may be partly the association with the Office Special, but there's just something so junior-high dance about this song—it's that slow song that comes on near the end of the dance, when everyone is milling about, thinking they're going to leave, but it pulls you back in, all excited, for that one last slow dance.

What I really wanted was to have it played at our holiday party last Christmas, because I figured it would at first piss everyone off, but then they'd see how great it was, and all just start loving the song, too. But alas I wasn't in charge of the music.

"Degrassi: The Next Generation"

I really love "Degrassi: TNG," and it's not a guilty pleasure in the sense that I actually feel embarrassed about watching it—it's that I feel a bit creepy & old about watching it, because these kids are just so recognizably young. Anyway, I'm not going to write much about this, because I have a feeling it could someday inspire a post in itself.

Suffice to say, though, that when friends come over to watch TV with me, and they look at the TiVo "Now Playing" list, and it contains 5 Degrassi episodes—well, I guess I'd admit to feeling just a little bit embarrassed, then.

"Get outta my jungle."

Oh, TV. You're just awesome. [1]

• Tyra Mail! "You should just keep making all those mistakes, and hope that we don't notice the ones you think we will." [2] That's, like, a life lesson.


• Oh Gary, don't lead the life that they made for you... "I'm totally gonna deny that I'm Gary Hogeboom." Hey: No one fucking cares that you're Gary Hogeboom!


• The Go-Betweens in general ("16 Lovers Lane" in particular). I guess that subconsciously I'm trying to set a record for the number of times I write about The Go-Betweens, both on this blog and on my LJ. But they're just amazing. The best band from to come out of Australia, ever. That's what I'm saying tonight, at least. [3]


• Dusty, Dusty, Dusty. You never cease to impress me. When I first heard you on "What Have I Done to Deserve This?", I basically said, that's a pretty fun & clever song, and it became my favorite PSB song. And then I bought your Best of, and there were some pretty incredible songs, but I worried that your voice was being drowned by the somewhat melodramatic production on some of the tracks. And then I heard Dusty in Memphis, and I thought, OMFG. So here's to "Breakfast in Bed."


• I'm so excited, because I'm getting a haircut tomorrow—I hate it when my hair's too long, & makes me feel all lethargic—and then I'm going to go to Amoeba, and there are so many albums I want. Yay!

[1] And music, I haven't forgotten about you! You're awesome, too.

[2] That's Tyra on disclaimers. And yes, this is probably far from an exact quote. In fact, it's a paraphrase, because I don't remember the exact quote, and we already deleted the episode from TiVo. But I think the sentiment is fairly accurate.

[3] Speaking of which. Every week on Rock Star: INXS (sorry, I'm not going to bother to make the "X" all red with a star in it), what got me was the fact that Tim Farriss would always say, "You're just not right for our band, INXS" (emphasis mine). Like, why the continual need to point that the band is INXS?

1. The show is called Rock Star: INXS.


2. You're obviously fucking Australian, and how many well-known bands from Australia, are there, anyway?

Really, it got rather ridiculous, to the point where it felt rather desperate, as if someone were continually saying, "don't forget to reinforce your brand!" And what I thought was basically, how sad that they felt that they needed to do that. If Michael Hutchence had been alive—well, sure, I understand that they wouldn't have been looking for another singer, but other than that—would they have still felt the need to continually remind us that they're INXS? Who do they assume has forgotten that fact while watching the show, over the course of an hour?

"To Jack: My Hero."

This was our first weekend in awhile where we didn't have a bunch of stuff planned (other than our Friday night activities).

We had planned to go to the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass concert in the park, but by the time Saturday rolled around—and then, inevitably, Sunday—we were feeling pretty lazy. Too lazy, in fact, to do anything other than sit around & watch television.

To be more specific: on Saturday, we watched 12 straight fucking hours [1] of Season 1 of "Lost," to the point where, at midnight, I was walking around seeing scary shit all over the house in my peripheral vision. It was pretty freaky. And then, tonight, we watched 8 more hours of the show. We still haven't finished all of Season 1, but we're getting close now.

It's a pretty astonishingly interesting show, what with the topics—monsters, numerology, etc—and just the characters in general.

But so, as an obsessive watcher of "Party of Five" a number of years ago, what's funny to me is how similar Jack, Matthew Fox's character on "Lost", is to Charlie, his character on "Party of Five." In fact, from a Matthew Fox point of view, it could basically be the same show, except "Lost" has monsters. [2]

Of course, "Party of Five" had Owen, so maybe that evens it out.

But so anyway, with Jack/Charlie, it's basically that flawed nobility, that reluctant hero quality: the tendency to always try to be the hero, but have everyone begrudge you for being the hero, and to kind of resent being a hero in a really passive-aggressive sort of way. Seriously, we were just watching "Do No Harm" (episode 20)—which is like a veritable compilation of Jack as hero montages—and there was this quote, where Jack said to Boone, "I'm going to save you." And it's like, it couldn't be much clearer than that!

Some fond (or otherwise) Po5 memories:

• God, I hated Owen. What an obnoxious whiner. And he was always running away, or getting abducted, or just generally being a pain.


• Ned! Crazy, crazy Ned, and his daddy issues & Julia abuse.


• When Bailey showed up at Owen's birthday party drunk in a clown costume. Which led to the Intervention.


• Todd, Claudia's incredibly creepy & sleazy boyfriend in the final season.


• When Charlie got cancer and had chemotherapy, but never lost that fucking stubble that he'd had for the entirety of the show. Why didn't the stubble go away? I think it might be a bigger mystery than anything on "Lost"!

[1] Interrupted only by about the first 45 minutes of 13 Going On 30, a guilty pleasure if there ever was one. That choreographed "Thriller" scene is awesome.

[2] Or something. We haven't gotten to the point yet where we'd know, I guess, what exactly that thing in the jungle is.

I LOVE YOU ELEANOR!!! [1]

It was a good music-filled night.

After work, per Krissy's recommendation, I headed over to the outer Sunset/West Portal to see Amazing Grace: Jeff Buckley. I'm a fairly recent Jeff Buckley convert, but in the end, I don't know that it mattered—the movie was so incredible, so amazing, & so emotional that I can't imagine anyone walking away from it not a rabid Jeff Buckley fan.

What impressed me the most was how effectively the filmmakers used music in the film. It's somewhat obvious, of course—making a documentary about Jeff Buckley without heavily featuring his music would be, oh, sort of pointless—but it always amazes me how few films/television shows use music as effectively as it can be used: to enforce a point, to manipulate (in a good of bad way) emotions, etc. [2] And from start to finish, with AM:JB, the combination of music & the story made it one of the more emotional things I've seen in a while. Just, wow. [3]

Anyway: fantastic movie, and highly recommended.

So then, later tonight, I went to the Fiery Furnaces show at Cafe du Nord. This was my second FF show (we went to a show back in April 2005), and it was completely different—they didn't do their usual mashup of half of their songs into 45 minutes [4], and instead played a lot of their songs in full. They also played 5-6 songs from Rehearsing my Choir, including "Seven Silver Curses", which was great. [5]

They played an incredible version of "Chris Michaels" to end the show. They actually played the full song, in serial, rather than cut up into chunks throughout the show. And it was fucking amazing.

And then, when they came back on for an "encore" (does it actually count as an encore if they don't really leave the stage?), just Eleanor (singing) and Matthew (keyboard) played "Chief Inspector Blancheflower". And then the rest of the band came back for "Two Fat Feet," which closed it out. It was so, so great.

[1] A footnote in the title: a new low.

But seriously, I tried really hard to get a great closeup picture of Eleanor Friedberger, but just wasn't close enough. I think I'm in love with Eleanor. She's been my desktop wallpaper for about 4 months now, and I don't see that ending anytime soon.

BTW, I didn't actually scream "I LOVE YOU ELEANOR!!!" myself, at the show, though I did hear it a number of times from other people.

[2] "Freaks and Geeks" was one of the greatest examples (for me) of a television show that really used music well.

[3] This movie was pretty seriously sad.

But it was also really funny, and I'd be remiss if I didn't point out this (to me) really funny part that almost made me laugh at a completely inappropriate time. So, after Jeff has (presumably) gone missing, they showed a news clipping from (I think) a local newspaper with a headline that said something like, "Musician missing - liked 'mystery'" (I don't remember the exact headline). And I was like, WTF? "Liked 'mystery'"?

It seemed kind of flippant; but then, after thinking about it, it sort of made sense, because it seemed to capture what was (at least, based on the film) the hope at the time: that Jeff needed to get away, & had just disappeared, and had staged it all. Which, in some sense, makes it all the sadder and more macabre to read "Liked 'mystery'" in the newspaper clipping.

But so anyway, I thought that was funny in a really absurd way, and almost laughed, but am kind of glad that I didn't, because then I would've felt really bad.

[4] Which is what we saw when we saw them in April, and which is captured fantastically well in this recording of one of their shows in Toronto, which I listen to all the time.

[5] Though it struck me that their shows, in the end, are pretty terrifically insider: they really only seem to make a lot of sense if you actually know the songs that they're playing. As opposed to some bands, which try for mass appeal even if you only know one song, for example. This is even more true of their medley-esque shows, but even in a show like tonight's, where they played full versions of a lot of the Rehearsing my Choir tracks, the versions they play are still vastly different than the album versions.

Frankly, I love it, because there's always something new to hear & experience. But it's a really interesting approach, because with a lot of bands, the more times you hear them in concert, the more boring the concert is; whereas with the FF, hearing them multiple times only deepens your enjoyment, because you're hearing a new, different version of a song that you know well.

Which sort of presupposes that you know the songs really well to begin with, I guess, & which just illustrates the perversity of their approach, to me.