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I saw a wonderful movie yesterday. The rarest of things happened afterwards: I wanted to go to HMV immediatly and buy the soundtrack. Lost in Translation had The Jesus and Mary Chain, Death in Vegas, and a whole lot of indie bands on the soundtrack. Not just thrown into the movie aswell - it made perfect sense where each song was placed.
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I feel like watching the Oscars this year. I boycott it every February/March, but I've got a feeling about this one. Something is going to happen. Spectacle, for God's sake!
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Before we went to the movies, Kevin and I went for a coffee and snacks in a cafe in Soho. There was the usual gay dating going on around us, and an ABBA tape on the deck. Kevin got a latte and a smoked salmon paninni. I drank a cappucino (damn, i don't know how to spell that.) They played ABBA's S.O.S. and it made me think of knitted sweaters. And chanel haircuts. Even though S.O.S. fitted so well in another favourite movie of mine (the Swedish movie "Together") it could have just as easily been part of the soundtrack for "Lost in Translation". When we got home, I turned on the radio and S.O.S. was playing again.
I think every child born in the 70s has a place in their heart for ABBA. You might never buy a tape or cd by them, or attend a musical inspired by them, but when you hear ABBA you are thrust back into your mom's car as she drove you to kindergarden. ABBA were kitsch, but they recorded all their songs and were professional musicians. That makes them slightly better than your abismal pop idols today. When I hear an ABBA song, I can sense the pain behind their wife-swapping lives. When I hear Liberty X, I can hear the toilet flushing afterwards.
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I feel like watching the Oscars this year. I boycott it every February/March, but I've got a feeling about this one. Something is going to happen. Spectacle, for God's sake!
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Before we went to the movies, Kevin and I went for a coffee and snacks in a cafe in Soho. There was the usual gay dating going on around us, and an ABBA tape on the deck. Kevin got a latte and a smoked salmon paninni. I drank a cappucino (damn, i don't know how to spell that.) They played ABBA's S.O.S. and it made me think of knitted sweaters. And chanel haircuts. Even though S.O.S. fitted so well in another favourite movie of mine (the Swedish movie "Together") it could have just as easily been part of the soundtrack for "Lost in Translation". When we got home, I turned on the radio and S.O.S. was playing again.
I think every child born in the 70s has a place in their heart for ABBA. You might never buy a tape or cd by them, or attend a musical inspired by them, but when you hear ABBA you are thrust back into your mom's car as she drove you to kindergarden. ABBA were kitsch, but they recorded all their songs and were professional musicians. That makes them slightly better than your abismal pop idols today. When I hear an ABBA song, I can sense the pain behind their wife-swapping lives. When I hear Liberty X, I can hear the toilet flushing afterwards.
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on 2004-01-12 07:15 am (UTC)I don't mind pop, as long as the people who are doing them are interesting (and know what they are doing.) Bands that are put together through tv shows are nothing more than marketing projects -- and I've heard the french popstar winners! They were --- ugh!
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on 2004-01-12 07:29 am (UTC)And meanwhile, there are so many great bands and singers who don't even sell 1000 copies of their albums. The radios won't play them because they have to play the latest from Pop Idol over and over again.
And don't get me started on R&B. :D
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on 2004-01-12 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-01-12 09:02 am (UTC)I like ABBA...they wore terrible clothes though
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on 2004-01-12 09:12 am (UTC)and I too, have fond ABBA memories...they always remind me of my daddy
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on 2004-01-12 10:54 am (UTC)oh, and i am in a better mood now, sweety!
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on 2004-01-15 05:20 am (UTC)Man, don't be daft around a man who was also weaned on the early years of Motown! (Y'know everything they released prior to moving to LA.
*grumble*
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