My point exactly. This is the only moment you need to examine to realise how completely impotent the entire film is. Shame it’s right at the end so you know anyone who knows what you’re talking about has already wasted 3 hours of their life :/
This is my meditative stimulus for this evening. Reblogging so I don’t misplace it like all my other STumblrEALS. ;)
Ellie: Can I hold your hand?
Ellie: But why?
Carl: Because it’ll hurt when you let go.
And over-analysing my opinions of music, I’ve realised there are three things I genuinely love when WATCHING a performance (the distinction between iTunes and (fake)smoke-filled stages, strobes and sweat).
The first is that feeling you get maybe once every 3 years, when you’re hearing something so good and so fresh that you know that if everyone in the world would actually give the time of day to new frontiers, this band deserve to be bigger than the Beatles. This has happened to me perhaps once, though in truth I’m not sure it’s happened at all. I can talk about it like some talk about love, or the deprived talk about orgasms: it’s definitely out there; I’ve definitely had glimpses of it, I just haven’t been doing the right thing in the right place at the right time.
The second is something which happened tonight and set me on this train of thought. When a band not only revives your love for a genre you’ve seen no development in, and have all-but written off but for nostalgic drives and cover songs, but then also feels like it’s grasped that genre even better than you have, and done cooler things with it too.
The third is something too deep for a tumblr post at 1:20am (give it two more hours ;) ), but it’s when a band can remind you of, or increase your awareness of the scale of things. Which things matter, which things used to matter, and what’s going to matter tomorrow. I love bands that make me dream; I’ll come to every show you ever play if you can give me that feeling with consistency. -DMB, I’ll be seeing you in 2012. Have a lovely break :)
Tai Shan and his keeper Brian at the National Zoo on July 1, 2006.
Dude more or less has my beard, and now he’s stolen my panda. Imma get all up in his grill.