archives for Saturday 14 July 2007
Saturday 14 July 2007 | I like a cookie
read ‘farewell dinner with zen fairies’
Saturday 14 July 2007 | I like a cookie
I don’t know why I’ve been for so long obsessed with so awful a movie as this one. Babyfaced James Spader, a jittery, jangled, slovenly Susan Sarandon, so much blow-dried hair!—I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Maybe something innocent emerges about who the actors are, at that time in their lives, gleaming through the [...]
read ‘white palace (1990); or, for no good reason, a history of my arduous introduction to film’
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You as a songwriter, whoever you are, have to really align with the idea of 'What is your purpose?' Some songwriters' purpose is to make people laugh, and they're magical at it. That is their gift. That's not everybody's gift. It's a special one. It's very tricky to do that. Some songwriters paint almost like sonic canvasses for people to step into, to escape the television set. Some artists tap into that place in the heart and can walk with sorrow and walk with you in all the trenches, and that's their gift. And all of these gifts, I feel, have their place now. Not only were the two towers split wide open, but we were, and our emotional self has been. So there is a need for any kind of emotion, whether it's fear or anger or sadness or escape—all of it.
—Tori Amos
• the unreliable narrator •
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