Last weekend I listened to this new danish band Lars and the Hands of Light for the first time, when they warmed up for The Raveonettes (awesome show, btw!). I loved their indie pop with a touch of 1960s nostalgia sound, and when I heard they were going to have a concert of their own I didn't need to think twice before going! I can't stop listening to their debut single Me Me Me, which is part of their first album The Looking Glass, due in stores on february 2010. You can also listen to their latest single Hey My Love, Hey Love! on their my space.
Last night was Madonna's concert in CPH and the show was amazing. We sang happy birthday to Rocco and I forgot any discomfort caused by lack of water and waiting for hours and hours the moment she stepped on the scene.
Once I was a devoted Britney Spears fan. I used to buy all her CDs, DVDs, and wouldn't miss a magazine cover she graced, hence nearly all Rolling Stone, Cosmopolitan, People, among other issues I left behind at my parents' home in Brazil. And although it's been five years I haven't truly followed her career, except for infamous headlines that hit you no matter what, I was looking forward to seeing her circus concert this saturday here in Copenhagen, after all, I waited ten long years to see her performing live (yup, I was a fan from the early begginings...). What a disappointment. Yes, she lip-synchs every single song, but we all knew that in the first place (and it does surprise me seeing the danish press nagging about it), but at least she gives one hell of a performance, right? Wrong. Britney Spears has no longer the same moves. During most of the time she was slow and hardly danced, and if it wasn't for her dancers, I assume she would have been totally lost on stage.
Even more frustrating was the fact the stage level was so low, making it impossible to see the actual concert, except for her brief appearances in one side or another, as she mostly remained in the center of the circle. But the worst of all was her attitude. She hardly opened her mouth to say anything at all, except for a couple of sentences which were clearly rehearsed. Nevertheless, she's gotten screaming fans who are easily pleased with anything she brings up. If it wasn't for these blind (and apparently deaf) creatures, I'd say Britney Spears and her fat ass should seriously consider retirement.
Sofia Coppola, Wes Anderson, Quentin Tarantino... Besides being talented directors who always print their personal styles in a piece of film, they also have in common the fact their films' soundtracks are not originally composed, but randomly selected from songs written before, and the final material is always first class. I'm not really into music itself, I don't read specialized music magazines and I don't go to music stores to buy a specific album I have in mind. Besides a very few musicians or bands, most of the music I know I first listened to in a film. And right now I'm addicted to the entire Joy Division discography, as I left the theater hypnotized by Ian Curtis' peculiar voice after watching Control. Certain singers' biopics are always a good way to know good music. Apart from that, I'm also loving The Darjeeling Limited soundtrack, especially the opening and the ending songs by The Kinks, Play With Fire by The Rolling Stones and Hotel Chevalier's theme song. And ever since I saw Across the Universetrailer, I knew there would be very few chances for me to dislike it, as The Beatles soundtrack is my number one reason to go for it, though it's not exactly the four Liverpool boys we're going to listen to while seeing this musical. Well, if I'm not happy with it, there's always The Beatles themselves to listen to in the end.
.:The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass remembering games and daisy chains and laughs got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall the lunatics are in the hall the paper holds their folded faces to the floor and every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon and if there is no room upon the hill and if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head you raise the blade, you make the change you rearrange me ' till I'm sane you lock the door and throw away the key there's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear you shout and no one seems to hear and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon:.
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.:All that you touch and all that you see all that you taste, all you feel and all that you love and all that you hate all you distrust, all you save and all that you give and all that you deal and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal and all you create and all you destroy and all that you do and all that you say and all that you eat and everyone you meet and all that you slight and everyone you fight and all that is now and all that is gone and all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon:.
