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Oct. 30th, 2007 02:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaI AM CHANGING MY ANSWERS FOR THE ACCOUNTING ASSIGNMENT.
Indestructable good mood today though (to make up for yesterday). Wore this knit tunic maternal unit excavated from Her Youth as "they seem fashionable these days", over leggings - it's made of tiny red-blue-black-yellow stripes and looks like a throw rug. VINTAGE 80'S. Also it is surprisingly cosy. I'll try to put up a photo, it ought to give knitters on the flist a good laugh.
Went to class, got my paper topic approved (economics of digital music distribution ahaha), wandered in the McGill Ghetto for a bit as it was a beautiful nippy autumn day, ended up at Lola Rosa Café where I read two Harvard Business School cases and had a coffee and some sort of Inuit crowberry tisane and a slice of their seasonal homemade pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream. BEST PIE EVER GUYS, RUN DON'T WALK. It was like some sort of stereotype though, they played Arcade Fire and Feist and the next table was occupied by a student knitting circle. XD;
Beirut - Postcards from Italy: put this on the playlist for the title, ahaha, but it grew on me and hit some critical tipping point last night - I must've listened to it twenty times today. Haven't really gotten past it to the rest of the album. XD; Like the "La Ritournelle" of 2006? Unless "La Ritournelle" was the "La Ritournelle" of 2006, I don't remember. I really had to pay close attention to "La Ritournelle" to figure out what everyone else was hearing anyway (I tend to feel electronica does that kind of thing more effectively).
"Postcards from Italy" has a real Moment, though, halfway through and built on. I read this interview with Zach Condon in which he basically said he didn't listen to lyrics and resented the necessity of having them in his songs, which is great as it frees me from having to pay any attention to what he's singing (cf: Rufus Wainwright as stringed instrument). XD I don't know if it's supposed to be "she will marry me outside / with the willow trees" or "she will bury me outside"; the way the song works, there's barely a semantic difference.
In a nice segue from the above, I've been digging Le Blogothèque's Take Away Shows. The appeal is a bit like that DVD of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cis's about going on a Steadycam date with each of the individual members of NEWS, only for the indie set. XD Gorgeous saturated-colour digital video, regrettable outbreaks of "artistic" camerawork, more akchul singing. Also the blog crew in question is based in Paris, which is an automatic +15 to any filming-in-the-streets endeavour.
Having made the JE link, I'm somehow unsurprised to find that they shot about twenty of the things for Beirut. XDD The best part is not even the lovingly lingering lens, it is the COMMENTARY.
(Reproducing the French as the English translation doesn't capture the POESY of the original)
It is all like that. DYING OF LOL. SEND HELP. ...It's a French thing, I think, for some reason it's very hard to zing or tl;dr in French so even bloggers get away with murder.
The Arcade Fire one is the best, though (and probably one of the best live concert clips of all time).
Indestructable good mood today though (to make up for yesterday). Wore this knit tunic maternal unit excavated from Her Youth as "they seem fashionable these days", over leggings - it's made of tiny red-blue-black-yellow stripes and looks like a throw rug. VINTAGE 80'S. Also it is surprisingly cosy. I'll try to put up a photo, it ought to give knitters on the flist a good laugh.
Went to class, got my paper topic approved (economics of digital music distribution ahaha), wandered in the McGill Ghetto for a bit as it was a beautiful nippy autumn day, ended up at Lola Rosa Café where I read two Harvard Business School cases and had a coffee and some sort of Inuit crowberry tisane and a slice of their seasonal homemade pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream. BEST PIE EVER GUYS, RUN DON'T WALK. It was like some sort of stereotype though, they played Arcade Fire and Feist and the next table was occupied by a student knitting circle. XD;
Beirut - Postcards from Italy: put this on the playlist for the title, ahaha, but it grew on me and hit some critical tipping point last night - I must've listened to it twenty times today. Haven't really gotten past it to the rest of the album. XD; Like the "La Ritournelle" of 2006? Unless "La Ritournelle" was the "La Ritournelle" of 2006, I don't remember. I really had to pay close attention to "La Ritournelle" to figure out what everyone else was hearing anyway (I tend to feel electronica does that kind of thing more effectively).
"Postcards from Italy" has a real Moment, though, halfway through and built on. I read this interview with Zach Condon in which he basically said he didn't listen to lyrics and resented the necessity of having them in his songs, which is great as it frees me from having to pay any attention to what he's singing (cf: Rufus Wainwright as stringed instrument). XD I don't know if it's supposed to be "she will marry me outside / with the willow trees" or "she will bury me outside"; the way the song works, there's barely a semantic difference.
In a nice segue from the above, I've been digging Le Blogothèque's Take Away Shows. The appeal is a bit like that DVD of
cis's about going on a Steadycam date with each of the individual members of NEWS, only for the indie set. XD Gorgeous saturated-colour digital video, regrettable outbreaks of "artistic" camerawork, more akchul singing. Also the blog crew in question is based in Paris, which is an automatic +15 to any filming-in-the-streets endeavour. Having made the JE link, I'm somehow unsurprised to find that they shot about twenty of the things for Beirut. XDD The best part is not even the lovingly lingering lens, it is the COMMENTARY.
(Reproducing the French as the English translation doesn't capture the POESY of the original)
Sur The Penalty, je retrouve ce sentiment trop rare : Zach Condon qui s’avance – en toute humilité, avec quelque chose qui ressemble à du courage même, mais aussi un regard qui nous fuit un peu, un reste de pudeur – sans son armée, sans son étonnant et beau fatras. Comme dépouillé de tout. Je ne suis pas certain qu’il soit plus beau, ou plus touchant pour autant : son éclat est d’une couleur moins flamboyante et plus subtile, comme une ombre d’opaline. Il donne autant à voir, mais il le donne différemment. Sans les cuivres ailées et les trépidantes variations de l’accordéon et du violon, ses envolées ont moins de grandeur, moins d’ampleur : elles nous emmènent moins loin. Mais on voit alors mieux le paysage qui s’offre à nous, à l’image de ce ukulelé, cet instrument qui est un jouet aux moeurs légères mais qui entre ses mains rappelle les larmes de la viole du fado. Et puis vient la fin. Et puis surtout viennent sur la fin tous les autres qui sont une multitude et qui débarquent de tout leur poids, comme on s’invite à un banquet, avec la pesanteur de l’amitié comme pour de vraie, avec la ferveur des fidèles de toujours.
It is all like that. DYING OF LOL. SEND HELP. ...It's a French thing, I think, for some reason it's very hard to zing or tl;dr in French so even bloggers get away with murder.
The Arcade Fire one is the best, though (and probably one of the best live concert clips of all time).
