No news good news: alas, we’ve got news. However, I promised to myself to keep this stuff as amusing as possible, so I’ll keep the dramatic moaning to myself.
Good news first:
-We’ve been to the Sitges Festival, which I hadn’t done since the times when cinema didn’t still exist. Despite the hords of pretencious freaks dressing in strict code of green/black (I wonder why), self-conscious illiterate press sneakers (please show your pass to everybody and let them know how special you are: wow, you go for free to the movies, you just invented the system, nobody ever did that before!), fame-searchers directors (former teachers, so to speak) and classmates planted everywhere, it was an unexpected pleasant experience. And despite the fact we went to see two anime movies (I didn’t pick the menu)! I liked both of them: Origins of the past (or something like that) and A Scanner Darkly. So maybe, tomorrow, more. I’ll be careful to dress in camouflage (aka in black).
-Bad news now. Dover releases new cd: why should that be bad news? What has been my reason to live for the last two years (together with taking over planes as a personal hobby) has just proved to be another fake myth. It’s like discovering who Santa Claus really is. The three kings, sinterklaas, whatever, Dover. Dover have updated their imago to something vaguely placed between the punk/poppie/soft rock. They look ultra comercial and sound like a mix between La Oreja de van Gogh and Atomic Kitten with some vague strings of Nirvana. It makes me feel like crying, or even worse, like not buying their cd; thanks god they still sing in English. But even the lyrics are no longer what they used to be: I think drugs have blown up the dover sister’s brains.
Let me out:
The phone is ringing
The clock is tickin’
Just let me out
Waiting by the phone
oh no, I haven’t read the news
oh no, I haven’t checked the watch
to know your waiting me down.
Waiting by the phone
No, I haven’t check the watch
And no, I haven’t heard the news
To know your waiting me down
And a another soul is stealing your thunder
And I know you’re bringing me down
Like a rollercoaster is doing you thunder
And I know your waiting me down
The phone is ringing
The clock keeps ticking
Just let me out
The phone is ringing
The world is spinning
I know
Oh oh oh! Go!
[Shit. Rollercoaster? How can Dover release a single with the word "rollercoaster" into their lyrics? I was so frustrated that I decided to book a plane ticket]
And that was the news, don’t say you haven’t heard the news, and may the light be with you!
Want More?
Sitges: www.cinemasitges.com. Don’t forget to check out Brick, The Fountain, Blackbook (package includes taking a peek on dutch “regisseur”, you’ll recognize him by the cheesy greasy hairdo) and, needless to say, the supposedly almighty Children of Men.
Dover: www.dovercametome.com. The lyrics, I gave you that already.
