Up to Clapton, Eric.
After that? … well, the Eurhythmics make an appearance, along with Evanescence.
“Evangescence” by Hugo von Hofmannsthal
And still upon my cheek I feel their breath.
How can it be, these days that were so near
Are gone, forever, to utter death?This is a thing none thinks out to its last,
And far too terrible for any tear:
That all glides by, that all goes trickling past,And that my self, unchecked, without pursuit,
Slipped from a little child, so sudden fast,
To grow strange as some dog to me and mute;That I a hundred years ago was there,
And that my forbears, under grass and root,
Are mine, as close to me as my own hair,As fully one with me as my own hair.
-Translated by Herman Salinger
And thereafter one gets, finally, to Faith No More.
My kitchen water pipes remain frozen; better them than the bathroom ones, though … much easier to haul water from the bathroom to the kitchen than the reverse … kitchen-warmed-water for a bath? I think not. Still, I want to cook, I want to clean dishes … all that crap. Chores.
As Cindarella might sing, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, not that I want to (mis-)quote bad ’80s hair-metal.
The NY Times has an interesting article, The Mystery of the Missing Moviemakers, about the lack of recent films (or at least the huge gaps between films) by a bunch of up-and-coming (at the time) 90s directors, starting with Kimberly Peirce, who gave us Boys Don’t Cry way back when, which we remember as Hillary Swank’s transformation from “that Karate Kid girl” to serious actress and movie that introduced mainstream audiences to Chloe Sevingy.
Toward the end the article mentions “the 3 Mexicans” (del Toro, Cuarón, Iñárritu) and their three big, important films from 2006. I still need to see Children of Men … I keep mentioning this; I’m a bit of a broken record by now.
I could do with a good board game or jig-saw puzzle. Or a game of cards. Something mildly social but really about one or two close friends getting together and just communicating telepathically, words unnecessary.
