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Archive for May, 2008

right, I’m tryin to blast this one out cos otherwise I’m gonna miss my train so apologies for any tyipungh errorrs. Uh.. where was i? Oh yeah, Mumbai (bombay as the locals still call it), bollywood’s capital, london through a weird distorting mirror(if someone dumped a million tons of trash and shit on it), the indian city that never sleeps etc. This place is the most incredibly overcrowded bustling megametrolegolopolis (sp?) of the very rich and the very poor jammed together, a place where yesterday I saw an investment banker scraping human shit off his italian leather shoes. The buildings are all this kind of weird victorian (peculiarly indian) style of architecture- overly ornate, with stained glass and gargoyles, glass domes, and other architectural stuff I don’t know the names of, with statues of Kali and shiva and Ghandi, and ‘progress’ jammed all over (one indian architect to another in the dark: ’statue bro?’). I mean, check out the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus railway station for fx sake. I love this city. I wana live here. Igotta go, I’ll add more bout mumbai later. catchn train to udaipur. laaaater!!

vege cutlet and chai

so, I’m in my hotel room at the ‘friendly apollo hotel (habby travels!)’ in Agra, lying on my bed under the blissful wash of the noisy a/c unit, listening to the cackling of the monkeys, and being watched by a large chameleon-looking gecko who is hangin out on the wall. It’s 2.30 in the afternoon, and the heat is crushing, but, surprisingly, not as unbearable as the humidity in Auckland. I arrived at Indira Ghandi international airport in delhi at 2a.m this morning (where the first thing one sees is a row of those clocks that show the time in london, paris, tokyo, etc, except that half of them had been stolen, or were smashed). Following some fairly harrowing adventures in the slums of Delhi, where I was cheerfully ripped off by a thoroughly organised and friendly bunch of standover guys, I procured a car and a brilliant buddhist driver, and set off undaunted, and surprisingly untired, on the three hour drive to agra as the dawn was rising through the smog.
So far India is simultaneously completely nuts, and full of kindness. There are 30 million people in Delhi, and they all seem to be out at 4am wandering around the streets. There are absolutely no road rules here, and cars, trucks, rickshaws, brightly decorated and overladen ramshackle trucks, bicycles, pedestrians, livestock and packs of dogs all weave around each other like bumper cars in a tremendously enjoyable ballet of chaos. The wrecks of various vehicles littering the sides of the roads, however, attest to the relative danger of road travel, although none of the vehicles seem to be able to go terribly fast. We stopped at a railway crossing, where an enterprising market had sprung up to service the halted traffic, and a pair of five-year-old beggars did an amazing acrobatic routine for me, to the beat of a paint-tin lid. Having no change, I gave them cigarettes, and they were stoked.
There are animals everywhere. This is one of the first things you notice, other than the permeating, ubiquitous, and surprisingly, not particularly unpleasant smell of shit. On my first day, I’ve seen wild dogs (the most common), monkeys (my faviourites, obviously, clambering along powerlines, hissing at you from rooftops, baiting the dogs), squirrels (very tame, but probably rabid), bats, cows, rats, mice, goats, camels, donkeys (we swerved around a dead one on the highway), huge crows (everywhere), and , soaring above it all, gigantic eagles. Outside the cities, the countryside is very beautiful, and hugely polluted, full of ramshackle structures, shanties, weird turreted temples, and basically just new crazy stuff to see everywhere you look.
Agra is hot and crowded and stinking, and looks like a completely over-dressed movie set. Just walking along the street attracts an entourage of smiling kids and adults all trying to sell you something. I went to the railway station to book my ticket to mumbai, and id was lively and brilliant. Indians all live squashed so closely together, they seem to have no concept of personal space, and they treat each other like siblings, pushing their neighbors out of the way, squabbling, and laughing at each other.
This place seems so desperately, fiercely alive, and at once, there’s an overload of everything. It makes where I come from seem so uptight and boring. I’m off to go wander around the taj mahal at sunset now. 24 hours on a train tomorrow!! woohoo!!
The culture shock is like tripping constantly.

the whole india type of buzz

Well, I’m leaving for india tomorrow. Hopefully I shall continue to update here on a semi-regular basis, not just with boring touristy bullshit, but actually with some kind of readable journalism. I am freakin out it’s gonna be so awesome and tough. phew. stay tuned.

wazzing on the radio

 

So, better late than never, this is a post containing a podcast of our totally amazing fleetfm radio show dating waay back to the 11th of the fifth (at the time, I thought it was going to be the last show-it was actually the penultimate one- (o.k. hold on, while I remember I just have to tangent here, and launch a parenthesis within parentheses. “penultimate”, is a word so commonly misused that it bugs the living SHIT out of me. For some reason people think that instead of meaning “second to last”, WHICH IT DOES,  that it means “super-ultimate”, or like,”uber-uber” which is so annoying cos it MAKES IT A REDUNDANT WORD FOR STARTERS, AND SECONDLY, YOU’RE WRONG!! Anyway, sorry, carry on) so it tends toward the mawkish and sentimental at times). You can stream it, or you can also download it to your exciting, modern digital storage and playback device (perhaps even your mobile telephone). You cannot hold it in your hands, however.

The probably incomplete playlist is as follows:

  • M.G.M.T- kids
  • The Beach boys- god only knows (which goes out to my Naz)
  • Elvis Aaron Presley- a little less conversation (emerging unscathed from it’s regrettable fling with a sports shoe company’s advertisements)
  • of Montreal- the pimps are simpering (these guys are just amazing, they manage to sound different and better on every new song of theirs that I hear)
  • the Kinks- apeman  “I’ll be your tarzan, you be my jane, I’ll keep you warm and you keep me sane, we’ll live in a tree and eat bananas all day…”
  • VOM!!- I’m in love with your mom
  • Ginuwine- PONY
  • Holy Fuck- Lovely Allen
  • The Smell Of Napalm News and weather, with you host Signore T-bor
  • The Velvet underground- I found a reason (goes out to Kathryn)
  • Ghostface Killah- Charlie Brown (It’s new and it rocks ass)
  • The Ink spots- If I didn’t care
  • Weezer- The greatest man that ever lived (taken from the forthcoming untitled album. I read someone somewhere  describing this track as the college radio Bohemian Rhapsody, and that doesn’t even begin to do it justice. Rivers Cuomo is a nerdy little genius. Speaking of which:)
  • M.C. chris- Wii’d
  • Brother Ali- Uncle sam god dammn
  • Mr Oizo- Z
  • The coasters- Down in Mexico
  • D.J. Earworm- over the confluence of giants (another monumental achievement)
  • Dizzee Rascal and U.G.K- where da G’z?
  • The White stripes- I’m finding it harder to be a gentleman                                                                         of montreal
  • Jonathon Richman- springtime in new york
  • M.IA.- paper planes (D.f.a. remix)
  • Jay-Z and R.Kelly- Pussy
  • Willie Nelson and George Jones- I gotta get drunk
  • Timbaland- the way I are (crookers rmx)
  • Eagles of death metal- Miss Alyssa
  • Steve Miller band- abracadabra
  • David Bowie- rebel rebel (soulwax edit)
  • Brother Ali- walking away
  •  AC/DC- RIDE ON

So, if any of these tracks really rock your world,  you wanna own them as seperate mp3’s, rather than seamlessly mixed together, and you’re a bit strapped for cash, you can always go to the hype machine and do a search for them (you’ll probably be in luck).  Otherwise, here’s the show!

 
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Cheers everybody, I’m off to bed now.

in which I attempt to overcome my revulsion with EVERYTHING, and become a paparazzo

ok, so those of you that actually sat through ‘transformers’, Michael Bay’s epic reinvocation of the golden nostalgia surrounding certain late-twentysomething males’ 1980’s childhoods (and really, is this a flimsy premise to hang a 151-million-dollar blockbuster on? A plotless cartoon advertisement for a range of japanese toys? Is this the first time an entire film has been based on it’s on merchandise? It’s like “star-wars figures-the movie”..and here I apologise to all those tearful transformer geeks out there, but I just don’t get it. I’m slightly too old, and at the time I thought those toys were ugly, childish and badly made) (hang on, I think I was in the middle of a sentence here… uh?, oh yeah..), will probably have done so under the influence of Megan Fox, whose ‘acting abilities’ made a nice distraction from the hyperkinetic sugar-rush cgi apocalypse going on around her. Largely an unknown actress, Megan was obviously hired cos she’s hot, and that’s about it. So It’s either serendipity, or a shrewd move on the part of her publicist that these almost-naked paparazzi photos of her appeared on the internet this week ‘leaked’ from the set of her latest movie, a taut psychological thriller that..(actually I have no idea what the movie is, nor do I care). Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I present Megan Fox, reminding us that she’s hot, and that she’s available for auditions. Admire her today, forget all about her the moment she slips off the radar tomorrow. They’re  fleeting and transient, our lives, and beauty fades.. like tears in the rain (this is what the world is really like. This is true currency right here. Some days it makes me wanna slash my wrists.) (and if you follow this link to the rest of this large set of naked Megan Fox (who?) photographs, remember they’re N.S.F.W.)

What the thor movie will be like

yes, that’s right. They are making one. see the proof here.

untitled drawing

by me

some links for your ass

carolee Schneemann- Hallucination II

  • check out my boys the vodafone warriors blog here cos it rules, and it streams music at you!! 
  • An interesting discussion of the Fermi paradox, and the possibilities surrounding why humanity has been unable to detect other intelligent lifeforms in our universe can be found here thanks to Warren Ellis..

  • Warren Ellis’ dead entertaining (if a bit corny) weekly steampunk webcomic freakangels has reached it’s twelfth episode. (man that’s a weird word, twelfth) 

  • um and thats all

paris has better street art than auckland

stolen from the wooster collective. xxx!!!

iron man movie review

 

O.k, so the following contains ***IRON MAN spoilers***, but they’re only truly geeky ones, and I figure if you’re a big enough nerd to care, you’ve probably already seen the movie.

 They got it right! Finally, there’s a comicbook based film adaptation that accurately captures the particular tone of comics. It’s an almost intangible, unquantifiable nuance, and I had almost given up hope that it would ever be possible. Now,  I am a grown man who reads and loves superhero comics, a fact which many people have made fun of.  What these ‘people’ do not realise, however, is that since at least the late nineties, the major comic publishers have been targeting most of their comic output at an adult audience.  This is an audience who have grown up with these characters and storylines, and who have given up vast brain real-estate to the unimaginably complicated continuity, which is one of the all-important properties of the form. Continuity dictates that each and every comic that takes place in the Marvel Universe (or the 616 U, as it is known to we geeks, a number that refers to the screeds of alternate realities which have neccessitatively been created to deal with specific problems of continuity) meshes neatly and logically with every other comic since the early sixties. It’s set in stone. A fantastic four comic can not contradict events laid down in a wolverine comic (or if it does, this must be explained satisfyingly- and the ‘it took place in an alternate reality’ excuse is getting old, unless you’re Grant Morrison, whose comics are like printed l.s.d) This is one of the most rewarding parts of being a long-term comic afficionado. We get to know these characters, we love them, and the more we read about them, the richer and more inter-textual the meta-story becomes. I can’t really think of another artistic medium with that much longevity, changing and developing and growing in detail alongside one’s whole entire life (aside from coronation street. Charlotte pointed that one out)Up until now, movies adapted from comic books have neccessitatively ignored the issue of continuity, each film existing as a seperate entity (unless you count Daredevil and Elektra, and I don’t think we’re going to, given that they’re two of the worst pieces of shit ever made) .

The last ten years or so have been a very fertile and successful time for adapting comic books into movies. And largely, they have all SUCKED SHIT.  Marvel comics in particular have done particularly well at this, with the eye-wateringly popular X-men movies (much to my horror and bitter disappointment, largely shit), and the brain-meltingly successful spiderman movies (like unwrapping your christmas presents to find, in the boxes, only runny shit). They just didn’t seem to respect their source materiel, neutering what were potent and much beloved storylines with depth and resonance- admittedly, a successful tactic, given that most people are exceedingly stupid.

 Then along comes John Favreau from out of where?, and gets it so so right with Iron Man. The great thing about Iron Man is that he’s a super hero we’re allowed to dislike personally. He’s a fantastically wealthy arms manufacturer, insufferably smug, with no special abilities at all. He buys himself a set of superhero armor with daddy’s money.  Robert downey Jnr takes this on board, and plays stark with a casual assholiness, that you just love him for (”yeah, I’m a fucking cock, and what?”) RobertDowney’s Stark knocks back bourbon while riding through afghanistan in a u.s. army A.P.C. He fucks the living shit out of a poor defenceless (smokin hot) newsweek journalist dispatched to interview him, doesn’t even give her a quote, then gets his secretary to show her where the door is. He listens to Suicidal Tendencies for fuck’s sake. I was sitting there in the movie theatre just full-on loving this film- I mean, Stan Lee plays himself in it as some kind of silk-dressing-gown-wearin, brandy-balloon-clutching, Hugh Hefneralike, complete with bevy of brazen babelicious bimbos, true believers!!!, and then, there’s this sudden ending- BAM!, and I slump back in my seat grinning. Two hours had flown by. The credits are rolling, and I’m thinking about how cool the ending was, referencing the civil war and Iron man’s recent neo-fascist political leanings. He’s the ultimate American hero, clad in as much military super-tech as money can buy, spraypainted small-penis-red, and on the cover of all the magazines with Paris and Nicole. paris autopsy by Daniel Edwards 

And then, after the credits, in a scene written especially by Brian Michael Bendis, Samuel L. Jackson turns up playing Nick Fury. Now this is pretty fuckin cool casting. When Marvel created their new ”ultimate” universe a few years ago, the editors actually obtained Sam Jackson’s permission to use his likeness in their comic portrayals of Nick Fury. It worked really well, and for Sam to be playin the mafucker in a film? Thats just some shit goin around and comin back around on a motherfucker. This dude Samuel Jackson has had a pretty seriously fuckin cool career so far. He was Jules in pulp fiction, Mace Windu in Star Wars, Frozone in the incredibles, and now.. he’s NICK FURY, pretty much the coolest guy in comics. So Nick Fury turns up at the end of this perfectly brilliant Iron Man film and mentions the two words that blew every Geek’s mind in that theatre: “the”, and “Avengers”. So, BAM! we have continuity!! Iron Man is part of a larger world!! They’re going to make other comic movies- and if it’s the Avengers, we’re talking Captain America, Thor, uh, Spider Woman, The Wasp, The Vision (who knows, they’re all cool)- and they’re going to cross-over. We’ve already heard that Nick Fury’s in the new Hulk movie as well. If they make oruigin flicks for all the Avengers, and then an Avengers movie, I can pretty much die happy.

  UPDATE!! The Avengers has an IMDB page !!!

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