Saw a perfectly beautiful film last night, Spring Summer Fall Winter and Spring. It is the human drama, in its karmic entirety, played out amongst the most insanely beautiful mountain lake scenery in Korea. It was shown in a tiny tv cinema room, run by an impeccably well-collected Indian guy. He has only good films. I think I will spend this evening watching Seven Samurai.
Oh and I found a copy of the film I was in so I will be able to watch the video of me in Bombay, prancing about in controlled rain with a harem of Bollywood stars.
It's become something of a joke now. Myself and Effie set ourselves daily challenges now to try to go a day without hearing Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, The Wall, or Wish You Were Here. Or Bob Marley's Greatest hits. It's just not possible in tourist India. It's become a case of whose turn it is to ask someone to change the music to something else. Anything. Just not Dark Side please. And Dub Side doesn't count as something different.
In response to an anonymous comment-leaver, Effie has the same resigned crushing feeling of despair that most of us feel when confronted by war. Apparently the bombs have come the furthest past the northern border that they have done for a long time. Not good.
Just read some reviews of Thom Yorke's album. Any comments?
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It is indeed a beautiful film, so much so that one lonesome day on Chillingham Road I watched three times back to back, and it still escapes me. I have no idea what happened.
No comment on The Eraser other than nice digipak; I haven't heard it yet. Yellow Swans however, now there's a band...
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