Saturday, May 29, 2010

This Corrosion

I feel crazy for admitting this. Like I am going back on years of criticising and ridiculing. I feel like the biggest hypocrite on earth for saying it. But...

Sisters of Mercy "Floodland" kicks ass!

I don't know, maybe like our taste buds, our musical tastes evolve and change as we get older. Or maybe with age, nostalgia grows even for things we hated many years ago. I don't know. I listen to this album and remember making fun of all the little goths prancing around back in the day, I remember thinking Sisters of Mercy were a pretentious over-blown theater act posing as a band. But listening to it presently all I can hear is great fucking music. This album rules!

This admission is the product of begrudgingly admitting it song by song as Diamond or Prokop has worked them into DPD. But I finally got this album and realize the whole thing (minus 1959) is just truly great.

Ah I'm getting senile in my old age.

Originally posted on august 19, 2005 on Myspace

Tell Them To Send The Next Most Dangerous

Calling all Punisher fans: go out right now and buy the Punisher one-shot called "The Cell" - it is fucking brilliant. An amazing re-imaging of Frank finally getting revenge on the creeps who iced his family brought to us by the reiging Punisher master Garth Ennis.

Thanks to Scott who got it for me for my b-day. This issue is so cool. Damn the Punisher rules.

Originally posted on august 19, 2005 on Myspace.

Stinger

Screaming pieces of jet fuselage seasoned with black burnt humans seem suspended in air for a microsecond before they slam into highway black-top all around me. Double-fisted arm-wrestling with the steering wheel, cheap novelty leather twisting beneath my white-knuckles, the car shrieks as it lunges past a smashed tail-fin. A packed mini-van implodes under a falling turbine, luggage thuds a short drum-line as matching suitcases hit the earth 1-2-3 in a row. Half a man body-slams my hood, the severed end smearing my wind-shield. Obscured view of the devil rain causes slammed brakes, but I feel my front tires ba-dump over something soft and wet.

Originally posted on august 18, 2005 on Myspace.

More of my prose fiction.

Shake Shake Shake!

If you are a fan of The Cure then there is an event tailor made for you tonight.

“Lovecats – The music of Robert Smith and the Cure” at the now familiar Zucchabar.

DJ’s Strange and Medusa will be spinning music by the Cure and Cure side-projects exclusively all-night long as part of their summer series of artist-focused dance nights.

Past raging successes included nights of Joy Division/New Order, Depeche Mode, and the Smiths.

So “Jump Someone Else’s Train” down to “Fascination Street” get “Close To Me” while we are “Doing the Unstuck!” I promise it’ll be “Hot Hot Hot!”

Zucchabar 1841 Columbia Road, N.W. (Adams Morgan)
9 p.m. – 2:30 a.m. OPEN BAR from 9 – 10 p.m
$6 cover – 21+

Originally published on August 12, 2005.

Das Boot in the ass

So tonight I went over to Ben's house to watch the first half of "Das Boot: the original German broadcast" on his big screen tv. I can sum up the experience in two words -- "Kugel Shrieber!"

I have been a huge fan of "Das Boot" since I was 12 and saw it dubbed in English on tv. Of course little did I know then that I was watching an edited for tv version of a German movie. Nor did I know that over the course of my life I would watch this behemoth of a film in so many different versions. Each viewing being greater than the last.

First it was "The Boat" - the American tv edit. Then it was "Das Boot" the 1983 American theatrical cut which was bitching awesome with the original German language and all the stuff too rough for tv. Then in 1997 I got to see the remastered Director's Cut of the American cut at the Avalon theater in DC. This was the supremo super-duper veiwing experience with an extra hour (totaling 4) and totally insane remastered sound.

I didn't think that experience in '97 could be topped. But then I picked up the new DVD release of the original German television broadcast of "Das Boot" with remastered sound and image and every scene intended by Wolfgang Peterson when he filmed it originally back in 1981. This tv version is *gulp* 6 fucking hours of claustrophobic submarine genius. It blows away the '97 theatrical director's cut.

The German TV version has sooooo much more character development of the minor crew members it is astonishing. In addition it makes the "waiting for orders/inactivity" part of the voyage so fucking long and boring - you get totally wrapped up with the crew. That part is almost 2 hours and it is psychologically intense.

I've only finished part 1 of 2 so I can't really comment on the action portion of the flick yet - but god damn those first 3 hours were amazing!

Originally posted on August 10. 2005 on Myspace.

Operation Ceasefire

I always knew the day would come when I would get to see Jello Biafra do a protest concert on the National Mall. It looks like September 24th will be that day.

“Operation Ceasefire” is a massive free concert on the National Mall organized by local boys The Thievery Corporation to culminate a week of anti-war protests in DC. The concert will feature Wayne Kramer of MC5, Jello Biafra of the Dead Kennedys, Le Tigre, The Bouncing Souls, Ted Leo & the Pharmacists and many others.

More info to come!

Originally published on August 10, 2005.

The Sound That Isn't

"The Sound That Isn't" by: M.H.Darpino

Music moves us in ways trains cannot. Thump thumping ear-buds drown out clickety-clacks while swooshing doors vomit suited lemmings onto poles of indifference. Garbled voices warn tourons of doors closing, babies squeal, children nag, the homeless hum. The sub-audible spillover of a thousand I-pods floats through the throng, passing well-toned legs so smooth, between jacketed shoulders brushing together slightly. The sound that isn't. Unnoticed songs mingle silently, quietly fucking, to conceive in static-charged air - new music: hybrid mixes that no one seems to hear. Save me.

Originally posted on August 9, 2005 on Myspace.

A weird little prose piece I wrote.