EDIT -- Oh and for the three of you who've missed it, the first issue of
imaginarybeasts is up! The publication will have an entirely different "house style" from
bb_shousetsu, I suspect. XD
Uploaded that
Alec Campion DJ Mix to
fst, where... it is enthusiastically received. I'm baffled but gratified. XD (Also, still waiting on that Richard-in-PotS mix, guys. I have a retarded joke planned re: my OTP being The Knife/José Gonzalez.)
DJ mixes aside my best (if not my only) FSTs have always been for novels, or series I experienced primarily as novels: Good Omens, Mirage of Blaze, Yukikaze, The Etched City. This is telling because I find it difficult going on impossible to produce fanfiction for books written in English. I run up against authorial prose. It's not a sense of inadequacy, just that I perceive the task to be reproduction, not translation, and I'm a translator. My entire writing process resides in the metaphor-space delineated by the work of recreating images in prose, or prose in music, or the cadences of Japanese in those of English - I'm always trying to explain something. As I see it dancing about architecture isn't futile, if I were a choreographer I'd take it up as a creative challenge. XD
I pronounce the leaked Arcade Fire album rather good! Not as much with the epic as the first (or maybe just that one sees them coming the second time around - "Intervention" is still brill though), more a low-bitrate Starlight Mints, dusty drinking-hole-for-ghosts vibe. Last Plane to Jakarta distinguishes between albums with "wet" and "dry" landscapes;
Neon Bible is so dry it makes me want to sneeze. I hear the backlash is starting, or something, to which I say good since it allows me to continue pretending they're just another middling-successful quirky Montreal musical outfit. XD Which they are, in everything except the middling. I'm not and never have been dedicated enough to swing tickets to one of their small-venue shows, but they
sound so local I get cognitive dissonance.
Like "Ocean of Noise", which is sort of like Southern All Stars taped in a barn haunted by the spectre of Martin Hannett. Surf pop album filler is a totally Montreal thing, either by way of French chanson influence or hankering for what we haven't got, or both.
I forgot to mention that last week I went for drinks with some colleagues after work. It was at a bar off Square Victoria I'd only been to once, on the terrasse. It turned out the interior was packed, wall-to-wall standing room, with suits and blond girls in tweed miniskirts from Marketing, swishing glasses of wine and trying to pick each other up. There was a DJ; he played (quite good) progressive house. Nobody danced of course. The whole thing was only funny because it was real, if it had been parody it would've been too heavy-handed.
In other news, I ordered the FFXII Ultimanias Sunday night because sororial unit wanted them, and they arrived Wednesday morning. These things are the size of fantasy novel omnibuses in trade paperback, what the hell, I thought they'd be large and thin like English strategy guides. There's the entire bestiary in Japanese, everything a townsperson might ever say to one's party, how to defeat Yiazmat using a single party member with beginner licenses, no quickenings, and the PS2 controller tied behind one's back, etc. So far I have been baffled by the following:
1) The capital of Rozarria is called "Topaz Valley". Not in katakana or anything, just... it's a valley. Made out of topaz (or was that amber?). Like Silicon Valley is made out of silicon. So if you were, say, a princess of the Second Margrace Dynasty, you would be... a valley girl? I think.
2) That one picture of Ashe and Basch stripped down for the
Fun Phon Coast. GEEBUS, WARN ME PEOPLE WILL YOU.