music for when the tide goes out
In yonder valley there grows sweet union
let us arise and drink our fill.
The winter pass and the spring appeareth
The turtle dove is in our lap.
In yonder valley there grows sweet union
let us arise and drink our fill.
the fleet foxes are calling you through the mists of time to the midst of today. they’ve just finished recording their new album, download for new track now, here.
its the end of an era and the dawn of a whole new one. sure, my ipod finally died but i’m changing my name, moving house, starting a whole new life. with my husband.
it’s pretty momentous.
since hl has always been a bit of an indulgence of our blossoming relationship i’m only hesitating momentarily before indulging myself one more time.
this blog has been an incredible journey, thanks for reading and listening.
we’ll be back, but for a few weeks at least… this one’s for my new family.
Sounds recorded from the Cassini-Huygens space probe’s exploration of the Saturnian system-sounds like a mixtape waiting to happen
early doors at last saturday’s basilika-eclectic soul.
Did someone say detroit dream team ?-this (as a certain monsieur quaid would say) sounds sick.
Sorry for the slackness in posting.
Amid deliveries of furniture, sourcing polaroid film and hunting for bunting, hl has become as intermittent as a flickering bulb.
The weather is turning in the balmy latitudes which have sheltered us so well for nearly 18 months.
A week tomorrow we will be making our vows and starting some wonderful new adventure.
Till then the white noise of a million tiny details to make right.
And the wind blows where it pleases.
David Axelrod-Cast Your Fate to the Wind
not even slightly tempted (but come february ? we’ll see)
Yesterday afternoon we were lucky enough to catch the Todd Haynes Dylan biopic, ‘I’m Not There‘ at a last minute addition to the wonderful (if slightly elusive) London Film Festival. On paper it’s the hl film of the year: Cate Blanchett and Christian Bale in movie about Dylan from the director of ‘Far from Heaven‘ ? We don’t have many more boxes to tick.
Unfortunately it’s a hard movie to recommend, though daring in both choice of cast and narrative structure, the film fails to delivery on the immense promise of the incredibly creative premise. It’s pretty clear from the offset that todd haynes is an enormous dylan fan and it’s to his credit that rather than try to deconstruct the enigma that dylan has created he lets his cinematic dylan personas weave their own abstract portrait of one of the 20th century’s great artists.
If only clever ideas were enough.
Modern art might be able to exist on the ethereal promise of good ideas alone(technique be damned) but thankfully film is at least partly restrained by the need to entertain as well as to creative stimulate and no amount of oscar worthy acting and chronologically flighty editing can disguise the lack of that most precious cinematic commodity: good writing.
Two and half hours later it feels like you’ve been the victim of an incredibly sophisticated con, that beneath the visual sheen and clever tricks there’s not much there. Edit the incessantly shifting scenes into thematic vignetes then only one or two of dylan’s personas have stories worth telling. The rest is sometimes beautiful, oft time frustratingly oblique, filmic riffs on familiar chapters of the dylan biography.
The assembled talent and dylan’s story both deserved more.
