Thursday, 29 December 2011

A Cat in Paris (Une Vie de Chat, 2010)


The rooftops of Paris never looked better than they do when Dino is elegantly walking on them during the night. This cat is living with a seven year old girl named Zoé; he loves her, he sleeps in her embrace, and gives her the lizards he catches as presents. Zoé has become mute after the killing of her father by the gangster Victor Costa, whom her mother, a police inspector named Jeanne, is busy hunting down. At the same time, when Dino goes out of the apartment he joins a very capable and kind-hearted burglar named Nico in his spectacular nightly endeavours over the rooftops. And it is up there that these two separate worlds will meet: one night Zoé will follow Dino, and the cat, the burglar, and her mother, will join forces to save her from the gangster. Such are the narrative premises of A Cat in Paris, an unusually beautiful animated film by Jean-Loup Felicioli and Alain Gagnol.


A Cat in Paris is a testament to the brilliance of hand-drawn animation. Character design is highly original, and the settings display a similar expressionist aesthetic. As Alain Gagnol told Ramin Zahed of Animation Magazine, computers were used only for colouring purposes, and even the lights on the characters are hand-drawn. The film includes more than a few imaginative gems: Nico’s slick moves on rooftops and window ledges; the visualisation of perfume as detected by Dino; an octopus-like version of Victor Costa in Jeanne’s hallucination; and a whole sequence in the dark, during which characters appear just as their plain white outline against a black background, and are intelligently contrasted to their full coloured selves when suddenly someone strikes a match. 

The narrative content puts forward well-developed characters, both male and female, in a clear and effectively paced plot. It is exceptionally good when it comes to the issue of dealing with grief and loss, which is treated with care and insight; Zoés silent gestures are emotionally expressive, and the moments she starts to speak are particularly moving. There are, however, some minor weaknesses in the screenplay; for example, the recurrent joke about a noisy dog getting hit is not in the best taste, and Dino’s expression of satisfaction as Victor Costa falls to his death is not compatible with the character.  

One of the most interesting aspects of the film is that the unconventional alliance between Nico and Jeanne blurs the line separating the two sides of the law; as a key dialogue between them has it, the police save the thief as the thief saves the child. All three will celebrate Christmas together, thus constituting an alternative type of family, which is introduced in the final scene through Dinos entrance in the apartment. This is hardly surprising of course: no unity can ever be complete without a member as adorable as a cat! 



Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Fire and Ice: Within Temptation did it again!

Last week, the famous Dutch band Within Temptation released the song ''Fire And Ice'' as their 4th single off their pioneering and successful album ''The Unforgiving''. I consider this song to be one of their best moments on the album as well as one of Sharon Den Adel's top performances, once more revealing her great vocal range and unbelievable strength.

The video contains footage of the band's live performances, and also puts forward an ambiguous and powerful story about a regretful angel. In other words, it is a visual masterpiece with all its parts perfectly connected. Thumbs up for Sharon the Great and her fellow bandmates!!!


Every word you're saying is a lie
Run away my dear
But every sign will say your heart is dead

Bury all the memories
Cover them with dirt
Where's the love we once had
Our destiny's unsure
Why can't you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where's the love we once had
Is it all a lie

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I'm breathing but why
In silence I hold on
To you and I

Closer to insanity
Buries me alive
Where's the life we once had
It cannot be denied
Why can't you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where's the love we once had
Is it all a lie

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I'm breathing but why
In silence I hold on
To you and I

You run away
You hide away
To the other side of the universe
Where you're safe from all that hunts you down

But the world has gone
Where you belong
And it feels to late so you're moving on
Can you find your way back home

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I'm breathing but why
In silence I hold on
To you and I

Every word you're saying is a lie

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas everyone!!!


Well, this may not be a manger, neither are there three wise men actually, there are more than three and not only men. But there is an infant, a two-week-old baby girl called Azra, who was rescued from a collapsed building in the earthquake-stricken town of Ercis in Turkey. It is one of the most touching photographs I have ever seen, and I think it is only appropriate on a day like this to focus on the brightest side of the human experience. So, Merry Christmas everyone!


p.s.
The baby is in good health, and was also given a present by a rather unexpected Santa many thanks to Seda for following up the story and letting me know : )

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Walking in the air, and across genres

It is one of the most popular Christmas narratives: the friendship between a boy and a snowman, who fly together all the way to the North Pole and meet Father Christmas. The Snowman is an illustrated book by Raymond Briggs, published in 1978 and made into an animated film by Dianne Jackson in 1982. The latter includes Walking In The Air, a celebrated song written by Howard Blake, and sung by St Pauls Cathedral choirboy Peter Auty:


Twenty years later, Nightwish included a cover of this song in their second album Oceanborn; it featured an impressive new arrangement, and the majestic vocals of Tarja Turunen, the Finnish soprano who was their singer at the time. But why would a symphonic metal band turn to what may easily be seen as a childrens song? According to Tuomas Holopainen, Nightwishs keyboardist and main composer, it is the most beautiful piece of music ever written. So much for the stereotypes usually associated with metal – enjoy:
   

Were walking in the air
We
re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I
m holding very tight
I
m riding in the midnight blue
I
m finding I can fly so high above with you

Far across the world
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams

Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes

We
re surfing in the air
We
re swimming in the frozen sky
We
re drifting over icy
Mountains floating by

Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep

We
re walking in the air
We
re floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Across time and space: The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975


Patission St., Athens, 01.12.2011

I walk by this mural on my way to work. It is located in the heart of the city; Victoria, a major train station, is a block away, and the Athens University of Economics is just around the corner. Patission street gets very busy in this area, and thousands of people walk through it on a daily basis. The building the mural is painted on is not in use and a small informal flea market takes place in front of it, where migrants from Africa and South Asia are trying to make a living. I sometimes stop and look at the people walking by. Most of them seem to be in a terrible hurry; I wonder if they recognize the reference.


Tommie Smith and John Carlos, gold and bronze medalists in the 200m, raised their fists and bowed their heads on the podium at the 1968 Olympics; Australian silver medalist Peter Norman was supportive of them. It is one of the most significant images of protest of all time; but it is nonetheless impressive to witness the strength of its influence 43 years later in an entirely different context. One can easily argue that the mural is more of a re-articulation, rather than just homage; the red and black color code, for instance, has been associated with anarchist movements. Still, this political tradition, as well as other left-wing trends, has a wide variety of symbols and images of struggle to choose from. Why choose this one?


Let’s have a look at another form of representation: The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975, a documentary film directed by Göran Hugo Olsson. It premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, where it won the World Documentary Editing Award, and it has been theatrically released, as well as screened at a large number of festivals throughout the world. The film’s articulation of the development of the Black Power Movement is two-fold; on the one hand, it presents original and fruitful archive material from the vaults of Swedish Television, which includes appearances by, and interviews with, key figures of the movement. This footage is effectively organised in a manner which serves the narrative both in terms of a chronological and a thematic order. On the other hand, the film also features audio commentary from contemporary African American artists, activists, and scholars.

These two angles, the archival and the contemporary, occasionally overlap, and meaning is produced through the interaction between a number of layers; the rhetoric  of the Black Power activists in the original footage; the aesthetic and thematic choices made by the Swedish journalists who produced the material; the reflections on the movement from the present; the use of the music by Ahmir Questlove Thompson and Om’Mas Keith as a narrative device; and editing, as the principal directorial means of connecting and signifying all of the above.


But why make this film today on the basis of forty-year-old material from Sweden? I think Erikah Badu puts it very eloquently in the film when she argues that “we have to document our history” so as to tell the story right. Moreover, as Göran Hugo Olsson told Sue Lawson of Indie Film Nation, Black Power was a blueprint to many other movements. Its message was that you cannot wait for someone else to give you your rights; you need to stand up for them, fight for them, and also help others who cannot stand up for their rights. And it seems to me that it is along these lines that one needs to address the question of representation, from a Swedish film to a mural in Athens.   

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Lovin' you, by Huff This!

Huff This! will perform today as part of the Occupy Wall Street benefit concert. This is how I found out about them and this amazing video, directed by Nick Atkins. There is a fine hand-made quality running through it, and its DIY ethic and stunning improvisation result in visually strong and original content.  Musician and dancer Alison Clancy told Christopher Weingarten of the Village Voice blog Yes In My Backyard (from where you can also download the track), that the video was made when she and Atkins decided to go to Coney Island with a handful of resources;[w]e got there just as a huge storm started rolling in and the crowds were making a mass exodus. I loved that all the trash on the beach gave a post-apocalyptic feel. And I love storms, so I was stoked to dance around in the rain and lightning.”


Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Two Scavengers In A Truck, Two Beautiful People In A Mercedes

                                              At the stoplight waiting for the light
                                              Nine A.M. downtown San Francisco
                                              A bright garbage truck
                                              With two garbage men in red plastic blazers
                                              Standing on the back stoop
                                              One on each side hanging on
                                              And looking down into
                                              An elegant open Mercedes
                                              With an elegant couple in it

                                              The man
                                              In a hip three-piece linen suit
                                              With shoulder-length blond hair & sunglasses
                                              The young blond woman so casually coifed
                                              With a short skirt and colored stocking
                                              On his way to his architect's office

                                              And the two scavengers up since Four A.M.
                                              Grungy from their route
                                              On the way home
                                              The older of the two with grey iron hair
                                              And hunched back
                                              Looking like some
                                              Gargoyle Quasimodo
                                              And the younger of the two
                                              Also with sunglasses and long hair
                                              About the same age as the Mercedes driver

                                              And both scavengers gazing down
                                              As from a great distance
                                              At the cool couple
                                              As if they were watching some odorless TV ad
                                             In which everything is possible

                                              And the very red light for an instant
                                              Holding all four close together
                                              As if anything at all were possible
                                              Between them
                                              Across that great gulf
                                              In the high seas
                                              Of this democracy

Two Scavengers In A Truck, Two Beautiful People in A Mercedes is one of the best known works of the prominent poet, publisher, and activist Lawrence Ferlinghetti. It has always been a favourite of mine, and I find myself thinking about it in a new light ever since I came across this lovely lady, elegantly standing on top of a daft and unpleasant bull.









Saturday, 3 December 2011

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Neil Young’s divine 'noise'


What is it like for a rock musician to go through the seventh decade of their life? Well, if that musician is Neil Young, who turned 66 this month, it must be nothing short of fascinating. His career as an outstanding singer/songwriter and guitar player spans over forty years, thirty three studio albums, fourteen live albums and numerous other projects, effectively connecting the 1960s to grunge and the present. In short, he is a living legend. What else would it take for one to rest on their laurels? Neil Young, however, never did that.

I have admired and followed his work throughout the years, and yet I was once more surprised by his most recent album Le Noise, released in September 2010. And I haven’t stopped playing it since. The album includes some of Neil Youngs most elegantly crafted acoustic moments, in the vein of Heart of Gold, among many of his most fierce and impressive guitar riffs along the lines of Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black). Both aspects are paradigmatic of the quality and integrity of a gifted and restless musician who hasnt stopped experimenting and isnt afraid to take risks. 

NEIL YOUNG "LE NOISE" from galys on Vimeo.

Le Noise consists of eight compositions based solely on Neil Youngs voice and guitar, and is an unusual album in that the directness and bareness of the musical setting encompass a particularly rich and complex artistic content. The melodies are evocative just as the rhythms are intense, and they spread out through haunting sonic environments, aided by Daniel Lanois production. Neil Young sings as if there is no tomorrow; the passion and the elegance of his performance highlight the strength of the compositions and their lyrical content. His notes on the acoustic guitar come across like delicate drops of rain, while his electric guitar takes the album over by putting forward dense layers of thunderous distortion. 

The end result is unmatched intimacy and emotional expressiveness. Le Noise is an inventive album by an accomplished musician who knows that becoming a legend is not an end in itself; it is always the next unpredictable and amazing step that matters the most. 
 

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Those whirlpools of tumultuous emotion: the extraordinary Virginia Woolf

Portrait by George Charles Beresford  Wikipedia

Virginia Woolf was a landmark writer; Mrs Dalloway and A Room of One’s Own are characteristic examples of the quality of her fiction and nonfiction respectively. They also happen to be two of my favorite books of all time. But if I was to choose only one quote, it is to Flush: A Biography that I would turn to. Brilliantly situated between fiction and nonfiction, this is a biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s cocker spaniel. It is also an insightful portrayal of the female artist whom the dog loves, and a highly imaginative interpretation of the bond between them; a rare gem in every respect.

It so happened that I discovered a copy of the first edition of this book, published by Hogarth Press in 1933, in my local library. This was about ten years ago, and I was going through a transitional phase of my life, as one does when decisions need to be made and difficulties have to be dealt with. The following quote was illuminating; and yes, pulling oneself up is hard work, just as it is immensely empowering, because nothing is worth more than a smile regained; it may as well be the brightest ever.

And as he lay there, exiled, on the carpet, he went through one of those whirlpools of tumultuous emotion in which the soul is either dashed upon the rocks and splintered or, finding some tuft of foothold, slowly and painfully pulls itself up, regains dry land, and at last emerges on top of a ruined universe to survey a world created afresh on a different plan. Which was it to be – destruction or reconstruction? That was the question.
1933, pp. 66-67

Saturday, 19 November 2011

For my life and the stars creation: a Paradise Lost retrospective


Athens, Fuzz Club, 19.03.2011

In an older interview guitarist Greg Mackintosh had said that “when youre on tour, the good days are very good and the bad days are very bad.” In this light, the day mentioned above must have been a great one for Paradise Lost; and their concert sparked a wider discussion, which is where this post stemmed from.  As a result of the bands long carrier and varied releases, the era during which one becomes familiar with their music matters considerably; and thus it is only fair to say that my relationship with Paradise Lost was shaped by the Icon album, and the musical direction it introduced.

Paradise Lost established themselves as pioneers of the underground doom metal scene in Britain with their first two albums (Lost Paradise, 1990, Gothic, 1991), and in 1992 they moved from the small independent label Peaceville to the relatively bigger Music for Nations to release their third effort Shades of God. This album included the single As I die, which combined a strong melody, a rather fierce rhythm, and relatively clean’ vocals, thus signaling, more than any other of their efforts until then, the different sound which was soon to emerge. 

And in 1993 came Icon.  Almost two decades later, the albums artistic value, the influence it exerted, as well as its significance for the bands subsequent musical development, are considered to be self-evident. What was going on back then, however, is that the new course taken by Paradise Lost was perceived exactly as such; it was a sonic environment never heard before, so melancholic and at the same time so dynamic, so well thought of and carefully structured, and yet so expressive and emotionally intense. The latter was largely due to Nick Holmes’ astonishing vocals, which set the standard for a whole genre. Christendom and True Belief are characteristic examples of the ways in which the album manifested the bands evolution.

One of the most interesting aspects of that era was the strong visual content of singles and albums. Dave McKean, one of the most significant and multidimensional contemporary artists, contributed his trademark aesthetic quality, while Stylorouge offered the originality of its graphic design and art direction, and also created Paradise Losts classic logo.
 
Dave McKean: As I Die 1992,  Shades of God 1992   Lost Souls Domain

StylorougeIcon 1993,  Seals the Sense 1994    Lost Souls Domain    

Paradise Lost continued to evolve, and gradually began to base their sound on keyboards and entirely clean vocals; their 1999 album Host  is  a case in point, which also caused dissatisfaction to a part of their fanbase.  As a result of the bands inclination to change, various terms have been employed to describe their music: doom metal, gothic rock, as well as synthpop, while vocalist Nick Holmes has sometimes been compared to James Hetfield of Metallica, and other times to Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode. 

However, such attempts to define Paradise Lost are irrelevant to their musical output; they are an expression of the need to regulate difference, that is to interpret the band not in their own terms, but in terms of what others happen to know of and/or expect from them. And although views and preferences will inevitably vary, what is certain is that Paradise Lost always took risks in order to do what they wanted. In this respect, it is interesting to note Greg Mackintoshs reply to the question what is the main issue in every musicians carrier:To do what you feel and not whats expected”.

It is equally important to note that set lists represent all periods, which suggests that the band perceive their work as a whole.  In the meantime, Paradise Lost continued to evolve, and in the recent years they turned again towards metal, still without repeating themselves. Perhaps the exact character of Paradise Losts music has never come across as clearly as it did through the interpretation of two tracks from their latest album Faith Divides Us, Death Unites Us by the Prague Orchestra.  The end result is determined by the structure of the composition and the orchestration, rather than depends on the use of particular instruments, including electric guitars; and maybe this is exactly the reason why Paradise Lost are able to use the latter so effectively



Tuesday, 15 November 2011

The tree that came back from the dead

I could never imagine a world without trees. Ever since I was a child I was impressed by their shape, this symmetry between the roots which vanish into the ground, and the branches which spread out into the sky. I suppose symbolically they are two directly opposite ways to look at life, and yet a trunk is enough to unite them. I often think that maybe this is the reason why trees live so long.

Three years ago I gave my parents a bonsai tree as a gift. When they went on a holiday, I took care of it along with their other plants, and ever since I continue to do so when I visit them. It is one of the few types of trees that can live in an apartment, and this particular one has taken over most of the balcony. This is because we refused to cut off its roots.

I didn’t know that this is what they do to bonsai trees to keep them small, they cut off one third of the roots and repot them with the same soil, in the same pot. I find it appalling and idiotic, that is to say rather typical of the way humans generally treat the environment. And of course I repotted the tree in a bigger pot with more soil, and its roots, branches, and trunk, grew exponentially. It was very beautiful, and I suppose Treebeard would have been very happy for it.




21.02.2011

The most important thing for this tree is humidity, and its watering may be seen as a kind of ritual. One must never let the soil dry out, but too much water is also harmful: in the first case the tree quickly dries up, in the second case it gets sick, its leaves turn yellow and drop off. The ideal is to achieve a steady humidity level, which is why I always water it slowly and in small doses, each dose provided after the previous one has been absorbed, until water begins to come out through the holes in the pot. Apparently the tree likes all that very much, and responds by developing dense layers of leaves. And most of all, it enjoys being sprayed with water, albeit not directly; spraying in the air just above it allows drops of water to fall on its leaves and branches without pressure, just like rain.  

Unfortunately, this tree died in August. It dried up inexplicably. I immediately tried to help it as much as I could, and continued to do so for many days. I watered it, sprayed it, fed it, I even placed the whole pot into a bucket of water. But the tree did not respond. One may suppose that its life cycle was completed, or that it got ill, or whatever. But I kept on trying, regardless of how sad it feels to water a tree which is already dead. As the weeks passed, I gradually stopped going to the balcony. Until the beginning of November; my parents had continued to water it, and noticed that its branches maintained their flexibility.  Still, when I went out in the balcony I could hardly believe my eyes.




05.11.2011

Friends who have seen the tree say that this is exactly why one should never lose hope. And they are right. A bonsai tree may dry up and die in a few days, and this one was dried up for three whole months. One may wonder how on earth did it manage to survive, but trees of course don’t answer questions. On the other hand, these new green leaves multiply every day, and this is actually the best answer anyone could ever have, isn’t it?

Thursday, 10 November 2011