McGuinness, who controversially believes ISP’s facilitate music pirating and are thus robbing artists (“…entrepreneurial, hippy values seems to be a disregard for the true value of music.”), had claimed the experiment was a failure and U2 wouldn’t be following their example. Bono disagrees with his manager. According to him Radiohead are ‘courageous and imaginative in trying to figure out some new relationship with their audience.’ Now that’s an example U2 might want to try and follow. Perhaps they could pick Trent Reznor’s brain.

The full letter will appear in today’s edition of the printed version of the NME.

Stipe told a story that ended with a blowjob. Then he remembered there were family members in the audience and went bright red.

Italian Prunes/Siouxsie wannabes Chants of Maldoror weren’t the most original band to ever grace the Tivoli stage, but at least singer Adolphe presented himself to the audience, which is more than can be said of Bauhaus’ Mr Peter Murphy, who moped at the side and the back of the stage in the shadows, having conceded his spot centre stage to guitarist (and second huge ego in the band) Daniel Ash.

Full story.

While MiG the most ‘theatre’ of all and not in a good way, it’s J.D. who understands the theatre of rock. Check out his performance of Pink Floyd’s ‘Money’. The guy has vision. I’m also digging the rhinestone megaphone that he uses in ‘Pretty Vegas’, the song he co-wrote with Andrew Farriss. Well, I would, wouldn’t I? His performance of ‘By my side’ was subtle and I love the voice. That hint of Elvis that everybody hates so much? It’s a good thing. Elvis doesn’t have the patent on it. It’s Scott Walker. It’s Bowie. Totally floats my boat, anyway. I’ve been humming ‘Pretty Vegas’ for the last couple of days.

MiG’s the next to go. Too feminine, too sweet, too theatre, too squeaky clean. An ill fit with the Farriss brothers. Then it’ll between Marty and J.D. And Marty? Maybe an audience favourite, but he’s just completely wrong for INXS. The grunge voice and the arrogance cum naivety in thinking he can change and lead this band, come on. His idea that INXS invented ‘dance rock’ and that he can make them compete with the new new wave bands… please. Convoluted much? Poor sod, I nearly cacked myself when he started to ‘explain’ the music business to OB:INXS.

My money’s still firmly on J.D.

Maybe Suzie can join Fleetwood Mac now she’s eliminated. That’s where she belongs.

Serenity is the Joss Whedon film based on the shortlived Firefly TV series. Last Saturday, I joined the fans at browncoats.nl, for a very special screening at the UIP office here in Amsterdam. It was the perfect way to see it. The film hadn’t been subtitled yet, there was no intermission and the audience didn’t talk or cough or kick my chair or munch popcorn or neck. So that was fab. There weren’t any cast members, like at many of the USA screenings, but that’s ok, I wouldn’t know what to say anyway.

I’ll post my non-spoilery thoughts here and then spoilers after the break and I’ll probably invisitext them too, so you’ll have to highlight them with the cursor.

First of all, for those reading this that do not know, I was a big Buffy & Angel fan and I run Whedonesque.com, a website dedicated to all things Joss Whedon, the writer / creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Angel. Having said that, the people that post on my site are the real fans. I can name some episode titles, but not all and I have no idea which writer wrote which episode. Basically, I was heavily invested in the whole watcher/slayer thing and Scooby friends/family vibe. That spoke to me.

Unfortunately the Buffy series didn’t explore that enough and became more about ‘who is doing the Slayer today’ and ‘female empowerment’ (barf), so I really didn’t care much for the final two seasons. Secondly, I liked Firefly, but didn’t love it like I loved BtVS and Angel. So yeah, I’m a fan, I run the website, but it isn’t life or death to me, you know what I mean? (Those with no experience in any fandom at all will have NO idea what I’m on about.)

When Firefly first aired on TV, I had a hard time connecting with the characters. There were so many, I didn’t have an immediate favourite and I didn’t fancy any of them either. Since then, I’ve watched the series a few times and I’ve grown quite fond of it. But still not in a ‘oh god, I adore these people and they’re telling my story’ kind of way.

Shortly after seeing the film on Saturday, I posted to Whedonesque about it and the minute I posted, the site and most of my other sites went offline. Which completely sucked for all the obvious reasons, but also because it meant I couldn’t talk about the film when I was still completely pumped up about it. So here is what I wrote:

Well, let’s put it this way. I went in with a lot of real life stuff on my mind and a pretty low mood.

I forgot all about it when the film started and I didn’t think of it for one second during, and for about 30 minutes after it ended I was still blissfully forgetful of said real life stuff. I was in a different world for the entire film.

That Joss. He brings the funny. And the scary. And the sad. And the poignant. And the relevant. All in one ‘big damn movie’!

So if you liked scifi, Star Wars, etc… you’ll be surprised, because this film has real acting, real dialogue, real emotions. If you don’t like scifi, you can still go see Serenity, because this film has real acting, real dialogue, real… you catch my drift. Go see it on opening week. Take your friends. Because when enough people show up for opening week… we’ll get sequels. God knows, we may even get a ‘cancelled’ TV series back on the (not so) idiot box.

Continue if you don’t mind spoilers… (highlight to make the text visible)

I want to see it again. There was so much stuff in there that looked
lush and detailed and went by too quickly, I want to get the DVD right.
this. moment. and freeze frame through all the scenes.

I was spoiled for what for those invested in the Firefly crew is
probably the major ‘event’ in the film: Wash’s death. But I didn’t know
anything else
and had no idea of the film’s plot. I had heard there were problems
with the schedules of two actors (Ron Glass, Morena Boccarin) in the
original cast, so their role in the film was going to be a minor one. I
didn’t know just how minor and I certainly didn’t know there was a
second death. Or that it was going to be Ron Glass (who plays ‘Book’,
the Preacher), who happened to have become my favourite character on
the show. Older guy with mysterious past… hey, I ADORED Giles.

So when Book buys it, I’m stunned (OMG, OMG, they killed BOOK!) and
annoyed. Because here I am thinking I’m ’safe’ since I knew Wash was
going to die and, yeah, sad, but you know, not invested, so no biggie.
But Book…

There’s a scene in the film where he tells Mal (The Captain) ‘I wasn’t
always a preacher, you know.’ and Mal says: ‘One day you’re going to
have to tell me about that.’ And Book says: ‘No, I don’t.’ Yeah,
foreshadowing, I suppose.

I was one of those people who couldn’t give a rat’sarse about whether
Mal gets Inara (The Companion = prostitute), or whether Kayleigh (Ship
mechanic, and my least favourite character) shags Simon (The Doctor) or
what the hell is up with River (The Crazy Fugitive and psychic,
empowered (barf) girl-woman, i.e. Joss’s unhealthy fixation). I wanted
to know Book’s story. I still do. Now we only get to learn it posthumously,
if ever.

So that bothered me a bit, as did the itty bitty part Morena Boccarin
got to play. I doubt the mainstream audience is going to ‘get’ what she
is about and they’ll just see her as Mal’s love interest. But she too
has a secret and I wanna know. I hope that’ll be part of the sequel. Or
‘a’ sequel. We don’t know if there is going to be one yet. I really
missed her input and Book’s, throughout the film.
 
The film is about River and what’s in her head. I have to say,
the character wasn’t half as bloody annoying as she was in the series.
Before I found out Wash was going to die, I had so hoped the ‘big’
spoiler would be about
River being slaughtered by Reavers, the movie’s ‘monsters’, humans who
have become flesh eating murderers. (Why? Well, that’s part of the
film’s story! I’m not going to spoil everything.) Wishful thinking.

For one second there, it looked like her brother Simon was going to
perish at a point in the movie (just after Wash gets killed in a
typically Whedonesque ‘random’ way) when you (the audience) are busy
gripping your seat in anguish and fear because you start to think ‘oh
god, oh god, they’re ALL going to die…’ That’s Joss’s great strength.
He makes you care. When the cast is in dire straits (think the Mines of
Moria, think Butch and Sundance in Bolivia) you are right there with
them.

What else can I say about the film? It looks beautiful. The opening
scene is great even if I thought ‘um, am I at the wrong screening, is
this the new Star Trek movie?’ He introduces the history of the
Serenity ‘universe’ in a flashback scene where a young River is
attending a history lesson at her primary school.

Serenity is less listerally ‘western’ than the TV series, but more or
less faithful to the canon. The only thing that grates is Simon’s
character, totally out of whack with who he’d become in the series.
Like he’d regressed to his former prissy self.

There’s a line in the film about heroes. ‘A hero is someone who gets
people killed.’ Mal, who, having lost his faith in the war preceding
the Firefly/Serenity story, finds something to believe in, namely
letting the world(s) know what’s inside River’s head, and decides to
risk his life and that of his crew to do it.

Mal gets the job done and people die because of it. He’s a hero, and he’s got to live with that. And with crossdressing…

… no, I’m not going to spoil everything!

Back in town after five great days and three amazing nights in Dublin. Great music, great people and a bloody great tan are my spoils. I’ve never been keen on seeing U2 in Ireland, it’s always been a little disappointing (everybody in audience drunk, band too nervous to perform properly), but for once they brought it home and the crowd wasn’t legless. In fact, they were totally into it, from the back to the front to the highest seats in the stadium. Maybe in this new Ireland, U2 finally have found the audience they deserve.

My photoset of night III.

(De Melkweg, 24-9-2004. Click to enlarge.) More shots at Flickr.

You can hear this concert on the VPRO website. Interpol are a really tight combo and I enjoyed their set, even if it was a little short (54 mins). I’d like to see more showmanship on the part of the singer – maybe he can take lessons from the bass player. Speaking of bass man, sir, the nazi-look isn’t all that cool. Anyway, musically they were outstanding. Performance-wise… B-.

According to fans who partied with the band afterwards, Interpol hated the Dutch audience and did not enjoy the gig because we ‘didn’t dance or scream’. I’m sure eventually they’ll learn to appreciate audiences that are interested in lyrics and chord changes, and do not swoon at the sight of their skinny little bods. I hope they’ll learn that a few words, a glance, the drop of a shoulder can build a connection with an audience, who will then reward you with the attention you crave.

I’m not too keen on the new album which reveals they might be just one step away from generic USA pop/rock and lacks the serenity of their first.

… but someone got me a ticket for their next show on November 22, so I’ll have to go again.

Walter’s da man.

About four years ago, I spotted an interesting site on the Dutch web. I didn’t and don’t spend much time on Dutch sites, since most of my online life takes place in the English-speaking realm. But I bookmarked Walter’s site. It wasn’t a weblog. It was a ‘personal site’. He posted stories about his life, growing up in Amsterdam. They were intense, moving pieces that I was sure could find a wider audience.

Walter started weblogging shortly after that. Inevitably, we met at one of the first weblog meetings here in Amsterdam. Both being a little shy (or rather, he can be shy, I’m just a misanthropist) we gravitated towards each other.

Later we both became part of a group of likeminded people. Some people — apparently allergic to the social aspects of ‘communities’ — called us ‘geitenfokkers’ (goat breeders). We called it ‘the minimeet’ ourselves as we’d separated ourselves from a large group of webloggers. We met up in private (larger weblog meetings always being ‘announced’) to see films or visit art exhibitions, eat, drink and be quite merry, thank you very much.

I think we were all convinced of Walter’s immense talent. But friends usually are. To see that talent recognised by others, by agents, by publishers… it’s a dream come true. His, mostly, but ours as well – I’m sure.

Today we went to the launch of Walter’s first novel, ‘De hondenkoning‘. If you’re Dutch and my friend, you will be getting this book for your next birthday.

Walter looked proud. I think we were all pretty proud of him.

I saw a man at the book launch who looked familiar. He was just making his way out when I spotted him. I couldn’t think where I’d seen him before, or who he was. Turns out he’s my friend Guido’s father, the artist Dick Matena. I had only ever seen his picture in the papers. Later that night I spent an hour talking to a rather inebriated Guido on the phone… and ended up with his spare ticket to see Interpol play live next week. Funny ol’ world.

{ GOTR, Melkweg, Amsterdam. May 11, 2004. Click to enlarge.}

Yes, it’s ‘Spike’. I went to see actor James Marsters’ band Ghost of the Robot. I was the only person my age there who did not bring their children. Average age of audience: 16. (There were 20-year-olds there complaining about ‘the kids’.) Keep that in mind. Longer write up to follow.

More photos (off site, preserving bandwidth here)