If you're staying in tonight then this might be the thing for you. Radiohead are going to be on Current TV at 9 west coast time. You can also watch it online at current.com
"Ever since I can remember hearing the Lazarus story, when I was a kid, you know, back in church, I was disturbed and worried by it. Traumatized, actually. We are all, of course, in awe of the greatest of Christ's miracles - raising a man from the dead - but I couldn't help but wonder how Lazarus felt about it. As a child it gave me the creeps, to be honest. I've taken Lazarus and stuck him in New York City, in order to give the song, a hip, contemporary feel. I was also thinking about Harry Houdini who spent a lot of his life trying to debunk the spiritualists who were cashing in on the bereaved. He believed there was nothing going on beyond the grave. He was the second greatest escapologist, Harry was, Lazarus, of course, being the greatest. I wanted to create a kind of vehicle, a medium, for Houdini to speak to us if he so desires, you know, from beyond the grave. Sometimes, late at night, if you listen to the song hard enough, you can hear his voice and the sad clanking of his chains. "I don't know what it is but there is definitely something going on upstairs", he seems to be saying. It is, most of all, an elegy to the New York City of the 70's." - Nick Cave
Some 'resurrection rock' for the new year.
Right before Christmas I chipped both my front teeth quite badly. Today that cost me almost $800 to fix! Dentistry is truly the domain of the wealthy and the privilege of the affluent. It's not that I begrudge anyone earning well from their profession but it is very difficult if one doesn't have the necessary funds to accomplish what is desired, or needed. Here in Los Angeles, new teeth are de rigeur for the acting set, and it is a sure sign of professional advancement when you see actors with their new chompers. I am just happy to have my front teeth back--I was singing that old gem, "all I want for Christmas is me two front teef," through most of the holidays!!!
I was in Malibu today meeting up with some of Donna's East Coast relatives. We hung out at the Malibu Country Mart for a while. It used to be a charming reminder of Malibu's unsophisticated roots but has now fallen prey to the gentrification process that tends to emerge when there is an influx of significant and showy wealth. Malibu has always been a retreat for celebrities of all types but in the past few years it has become much more of a place to see and be seen. I wandered into a store that I always like to check out called, Free City. It is a one-of-a-kind designer store, about 800 sq. feet of interior design with a purpose--a sort of harking back to the West Coast 70s--lots of chopper bicycles and blown up album covers, plus lots of native American jewelry and quartz crystals. They sell sweatshirts and t-shirts--very cool but ridiculously overpriced.
I've been around a lot of hymns lately and I must say that I am fairly under-impressed most of the time, particularly by the lyrical content. I may have said before, that hymnody is often contrasted with more contemporary worship music as deeper, and supposedly more theologically sound. But I find hymns pretty much the same as the rest of worship music I encounter--occasional gems, the rest pretty naff--trite, generic, and sometimes downright scary.
In the Episcopal church Christmas is just beginning really, in America it is over--the decorations are coming down and we are gearing up for the New Year. In Starbucks the Christmas music has been replaced with the regular pablum and the cups have gone back to standard white and green. In the stores there are even bigger sales, attempting to draw out the shoppers and siphon every last piece of coin from their pockets. In England it's Boxing Day--football on the telly, leftovers, general low-key post-Christmas Day malaise, last of the mince pies. Here in Los Angeles the sun is shining, the winds seem to have died down and a gentle tiredness has fallen over the city, days like this are a real gift. Feels like a movie day to me.
In pretty much the same manner that they ended The Office, Ricky Gervais and Steven Merchant apply their talents to Extras, and return for one last outing with The Extras Christmas Special. Wow! It had to be 90 minutes of the most agonizingly uncomfortable television I have seen in ages, and it was brilliant. Talk about going out with a bang--Gervais and Merchant take on fame, celebrity and ego, in the guise of a Christmas special--all the horrible moments happening on screen accompanied by overly cheerful Christmas music, it was all wrong, and thus, all so right.
Tarantino, the Musical! Well almost. Tim Burton's cinematic version of the Sondheim musical, Sweeney Todd; The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, turns it into a full on slash-fest. This is a horror-musical, and it is fantastic. With his usual knack for creating believable worlds of fantasy, Burton turns his eye to London this time and transports us to a Dickensian world of dirt and despair. The movie has an overall tone somewhere between a graphic novel and film noir, both in terms of look and story.