Dear Fellow Americans and World Citizens:
Well, of course, just being elected is taking a toll on me. But, damn, I am fighting and have economic advisors, a great family, and am even going to get a new puppy for my two adorable daughters.
So let me be right on point. Bette Dillinger is a citizen of a planet called 143.1. She is part of the tapestry of diversity that this country needs, and Americans voted for. She has recounted her life story to me, and I respect that, even though I almost fell asleep in my coffee. Like I said kids, Obama has had a rough week, you know?
First, I ask you to check out Bette Dillinger's funky, fresh and thought provoking new album, "alieNation", which can be found in its entirety in every competent online store. Check it out! Michelle, ma belle, has copped three copies. One for me, one for her, and of course one for our daughters. She is a thoughtful mother and my best friend. My kids are right now grooving to these astoundingly profound songs.
Unfortunately, here, on a modest blog like Bette's, there are limitations, but I have always, like Bette, run into that. Like both Bette and I know, the world might want to box us into a corner because of who we are, but resident aliens like Bette who live in our land of freedom can now say "Yes, We Can." We need every female alien possible, boys and girls! Let's pass her a torch!
So what is your damn problem? Michelle doesn't like me to say stuff like that, but a person has to be a little forceful sometimes. Oh, bollocks, here is a reporter asking me AGAIN what kind of puppy I am going to get the family. Time for Obama to say "your mama" to that kind of BS. I have work to do.
So in conclusion, listen, enjoy, and most importantly show a little respect towards our alien visitor with a purchase of one song or the whole album, which is everywhere now. Do it! Now I gotta go read some more Abe Lincoln speeches.
With funkadelic pride in a new day,
President Barack Obama
(This message has no resemblance to the actual 44th President, who was too busy to meet with Bette. Even Joe "Windtunnel" Biden did not have the time. A wacky janitor named "Alec" played Obama for this letter, and also told me his love of Michelle Obama before he passed out in the dumpster behind The Gap.)
Bette Dillinger: Fevered Distractions. This is a Narcissist Free Zone (NFZ). Basically, a blog about music, madness, goofy observations and fiber from an artist who is about the art and not the craven marketing. You know you want to visit. See you soon!
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Yes, Yes, Yes
After a long time comin', the new album is out today! What you see above is the cover, and I encourage you to go to bettedillinger.com in a week's time to check out some old skool stuff, and the current songs. My little alien heart has gone into that site. You can also find the album on last.fm. I have appreciated so much the support from many different sites, such as Fuzz.com (put this one on your list, new musicians and old......it is the anti-myspace. Though myspace has ALOT of publicity and control, the Fuzz crowd is sincerely respectful of others and fosters an environment of creativity).
All sample attributions can be found at tunecore.com, and I thank all those who gave me the moral and intellectual support to complete this.......
Now get to RAWKIN!
xo
Bette
All sample attributions can be found at tunecore.com, and I thank all those who gave me the moral and intellectual support to complete this.......
Now get to RAWKIN!
xo
Bette
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Transmission from 143.1: "Introducing Dorothy Dandridge" Starring Halle Berry
"Introducing Dorothy Dandridge" Starring Halle Berry
5 Stars: A Masterpiece
4 Stars: Almost Legendary
3 Stars: Worth Watching
2 Stars: Ok, if you are REALLY bored
1 Stars: Better than a Sharp Stick in the Eye
Rating: 1/5 Stars
Wow, did I have some major expectations for this movie. Dorothy Dandridge was the first black performer to be nominated for an Oscar in the 40s, she was beautiful and talented, and she came from the type of background that left her emotionally vulnerable which of course compounded her uphill battle against the racism she would encounter throughout her too short career. You also have Halle Berry in the lead, and I have seen her be effective in some roles ("Bullworth") so I was very interested to see her intepretation of the Greek tragedy level story that was the sad lot of Dorothy Dandridge. Unfortunately, the script was immediately shown to be very wanting in editing and character development. Dorothy Dandridge is portrayed as just a "victim" throughout the entire film without any insight into what makes her keep returning to the scene of the crime and continuing to perform for the audiences and people that use her until they refuse her in the repulsive environment of the 1940s. First, she is victimized by the partner of her hard working mother, who, as every other black woman was forced to do in Hollywood, played a serious of "Mammie" roles on the screen. This abuse is never clarified, since we are not told why Ms Dandridge felt so intimidated that she could not tell her mother about the abuse. She simply cries and continues performing with her jealous sisters. The script just passes over these points, and this is where Ms Berry's acting is most lacking. She is wonderful when she expresses vulnerability, but one HAS to have some motivation to have had a career as notable as Ms Dandridge's. That means that Dorothy had to have some true fire in the belly about changing things. We see none of that anger. Then, Ms Dandridge takes up with a smooth talking actor who marries her but very soon returns to his life of being a "playboy". They also have a disabled child together, and again, we see no anger, just puddles of tears from Dorothy as her husband leaves and she places her child in an institution. Oh, if we had an Angela Bassett in this role. Unfortunately, I found myself thinking about all the other actresses who would do so much better with this script (though SERIOUSLY flawed) than Ms Berry. Though throughout the film she is compared to Marilyn Monroe and Ava Gardner, the only time Ms Berry absolutely shines "movie star charisma" is when she gives a stunning number in front of a racist audience. But of course, one asks oneself, since this is 1940s America, why, upon being told this is an especially racist audience she will be performing in front of (told to her by her strange "manager" who reminds me of that Howard Stern guy who always hung around Anna Nicole Smith) she goes through it with a smile and the audience does not say anything negative to her, they simply are silent in the beginning. Hey, HBO, I am watching a movie about racism. I live in America. I am wondering why the heat isn't being turned up. Ms Dandridge NEVER is called the ultimate racial slur in 1940s America. She never gets angry, just teary. I felt my intelligence was being insulted to a great degree. I especially felt this scene could have been so much better with a stronger script and director. If one saw Ms Dandridge force herself with fury to act the sexy starlet they were all expecting to see while afterwards laughing to herself at their stupidity THAT would be believable. Halle Berry just walking on stage to give a nice little routine, though very charismatic, is lacking in true story telling power. She didn't die tragically because she loved performing in front of those who thought she was inferior. The movie progresses to show us how she hooks up with the great director Otto Preminger, make the "all Negro" movie "Carmen Jones" and garner an Oscar nomination. Of course, the famous director does not want to be seen with Ms Dandridge and chooses his wife over her with blatant disregard. He then treats her like a piece of garbage in a film she later makes, she is passed over for the Oscar, which is given to the blonde and fair Grace Kelly, and she is forced later to make her severely disabled child a ward of the state. Unfortunately, Halle Berry seems very confused about how to treat all these situations. I wanted to throw something at the screen and say "Get mad, baby!, I know Dorothy must have!" I mean, the bottom line is that Ms Dandridge must have been one powerhouse at one time to go through all of the horrific things she did and still continue to try to work. Yet Ms Berry simply continues to whimper. With the unrealistic dialogue and scenes involving racism (the worst "incident" is when the pool is emptied when Ms Dandridge puts her toe in it.....let's ponder what would REALLY happen if a person of color who was totally outnumbered attempted to do that in 1940s America.....COME ON PEOPLE!) Finally, after being disgarded by Mr Preminger, Ms Dandridge falls further into a downward spiral. She's drunk most of the time and passes out on stage. This drags on and we see the end as we hear on Dorothy's radio the announcement that Marilyn Monroe has been found dead. However, her scary "agent", the Howard K Stern-like man, finds her to offer her some gigs, and she is last seen more sober and fit, but with a broken ankle....taking the two capsules (yes, seriously) of her medication that was the cause of her death. This makes it even more unreal when Howie breaks down her door after trying to call her and not reaching her and finds her sprawled dead on the floor. Bottom line, ladies and germs, Dorothy Dandridge was a person who experienced the severe pain of personal and institutionalized enslavement in 1940s America. She must have been one Hell of a fighter during the course of her lonely life. This movie is a showcase for the beauty of Miss Berry, and nothing more, which makes the story of Ms Dandridge even more tragic. Even the actress who first got the chance to play her was not adequate enough expect for her exquisite beauty, but I readily see she didn't have much to work with in this made for television production. Ms Dandridge, I hope you will someday get the treatment you so rightly are entitled to; it has been far too long.
5 Stars: A Masterpiece
4 Stars: Almost Legendary
3 Stars: Worth Watching
2 Stars: Ok, if you are REALLY bored
1 Stars: Better than a Sharp Stick in the Eye
Rating: 1/5 Stars
Wow, did I have some major expectations for this movie. Dorothy Dandridge was the first black performer to be nominated for an Oscar in the 40s, she was beautiful and talented, and she came from the type of background that left her emotionally vulnerable which of course compounded her uphill battle against the racism she would encounter throughout her too short career. You also have Halle Berry in the lead, and I have seen her be effective in some roles ("Bullworth") so I was very interested to see her intepretation of the Greek tragedy level story that was the sad lot of Dorothy Dandridge. Unfortunately, the script was immediately shown to be very wanting in editing and character development. Dorothy Dandridge is portrayed as just a "victim" throughout the entire film without any insight into what makes her keep returning to the scene of the crime and continuing to perform for the audiences and people that use her until they refuse her in the repulsive environment of the 1940s. First, she is victimized by the partner of her hard working mother, who, as every other black woman was forced to do in Hollywood, played a serious of "Mammie" roles on the screen. This abuse is never clarified, since we are not told why Ms Dandridge felt so intimidated that she could not tell her mother about the abuse. She simply cries and continues performing with her jealous sisters. The script just passes over these points, and this is where Ms Berry's acting is most lacking. She is wonderful when she expresses vulnerability, but one HAS to have some motivation to have had a career as notable as Ms Dandridge's. That means that Dorothy had to have some true fire in the belly about changing things. We see none of that anger. Then, Ms Dandridge takes up with a smooth talking actor who marries her but very soon returns to his life of being a "playboy". They also have a disabled child together, and again, we see no anger, just puddles of tears from Dorothy as her husband leaves and she places her child in an institution. Oh, if we had an Angela Bassett in this role. Unfortunately, I found myself thinking about all the other actresses who would do so much better with this script (though SERIOUSLY flawed) than Ms Berry. Though throughout the film she is compared to Marilyn Monroe and Ava Gardner, the only time Ms Berry absolutely shines "movie star charisma" is when she gives a stunning number in front of a racist audience. But of course, one asks oneself, since this is 1940s America, why, upon being told this is an especially racist audience she will be performing in front of (told to her by her strange "manager" who reminds me of that Howard Stern guy who always hung around Anna Nicole Smith) she goes through it with a smile and the audience does not say anything negative to her, they simply are silent in the beginning. Hey, HBO, I am watching a movie about racism. I live in America. I am wondering why the heat isn't being turned up. Ms Dandridge NEVER is called the ultimate racial slur in 1940s America. She never gets angry, just teary. I felt my intelligence was being insulted to a great degree. I especially felt this scene could have been so much better with a stronger script and director. If one saw Ms Dandridge force herself with fury to act the sexy starlet they were all expecting to see while afterwards laughing to herself at their stupidity THAT would be believable. Halle Berry just walking on stage to give a nice little routine, though very charismatic, is lacking in true story telling power. She didn't die tragically because she loved performing in front of those who thought she was inferior. The movie progresses to show us how she hooks up with the great director Otto Preminger, make the "all Negro" movie "Carmen Jones" and garner an Oscar nomination. Of course, the famous director does not want to be seen with Ms Dandridge and chooses his wife over her with blatant disregard. He then treats her like a piece of garbage in a film she later makes, she is passed over for the Oscar, which is given to the blonde and fair Grace Kelly, and she is forced later to make her severely disabled child a ward of the state. Unfortunately, Halle Berry seems very confused about how to treat all these situations. I wanted to throw something at the screen and say "Get mad, baby!, I know Dorothy must have!" I mean, the bottom line is that Ms Dandridge must have been one powerhouse at one time to go through all of the horrific things she did and still continue to try to work. Yet Ms Berry simply continues to whimper. With the unrealistic dialogue and scenes involving racism (the worst "incident" is when the pool is emptied when Ms Dandridge puts her toe in it.....let's ponder what would REALLY happen if a person of color who was totally outnumbered attempted to do that in 1940s America.....COME ON PEOPLE!) Finally, after being disgarded by Mr Preminger, Ms Dandridge falls further into a downward spiral. She's drunk most of the time and passes out on stage. This drags on and we see the end as we hear on Dorothy's radio the announcement that Marilyn Monroe has been found dead. However, her scary "agent", the Howard K Stern-like man, finds her to offer her some gigs, and she is last seen more sober and fit, but with a broken ankle....taking the two capsules (yes, seriously) of her medication that was the cause of her death. This makes it even more unreal when Howie breaks down her door after trying to call her and not reaching her and finds her sprawled dead on the floor. Bottom line, ladies and germs, Dorothy Dandridge was a person who experienced the severe pain of personal and institutionalized enslavement in 1940s America. She must have been one Hell of a fighter during the course of her lonely life. This movie is a showcase for the beauty of Miss Berry, and nothing more, which makes the story of Ms Dandridge even more tragic. Even the actress who first got the chance to play her was not adequate enough expect for her exquisite beauty, but I readily see she didn't have much to work with in this made for television production. Ms Dandridge, I hope you will someday get the treatment you so rightly are entitled to; it has been far too long.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Transmission from 143.1: Review "Mommie Dearest"
5 Stars: A Masterpiece
4 Stars: Almost Legendary
3 Stars: Worth Watching
2 Stars: Ok, if you are REALLY bored
1 Stars: Better than a Sharp Stick in the Eye
0 Stars: Avoid At All Costs
"Mommie Dearest" 4/5 Stars. Okay, I know that the reader will think my alien brain is slightly strange when I give "Mommie Dearest" 4 Stars and "There Will Be Blood" a mere 2. Here is my rationale: Faye Dunaway. This "anniversary edition" that I watched this week was all about the camp, and the gay male following of "Mommie Dearest", with a very (suprisingly, cause I love him) dry and tedious commentary by John Waters. However, if you just view it in this light you miss the brilliance that is Faye Dunaway. Seriously, I think this woman should have won an Oscar for this performance. Her Kabuki makeup during the infamous "No Wire hangers" scene makes me think of Heath Ledger as "The Joker" in "The Dark Knight": Same ruthlessness, same pancake white face, same fixed red lips. Genius. Bottom line, if I am watching a film about a psychotic movie mother, this is what I want to see. It delivers in spades. Faye Dunaway must have spent as much time studying Joan Crawford to prepare for this role as I have watching the films of Bette Davis. That's alot of time, people. These women are the opposite of the female movie stars of today: they intimidated men with their power, and they had the kind of icon status that could only be maintained through 24/7 ambition. However, everyone ages, and this is the fall of Joan, which her daughter blandly watches as she is put through strange freakouts by Mama Crawford ("Christina.....BRING ME THE AX!"). However, Faye Dunaway is the driving force behind this movie, and the larger than life presence in it due to this lack of acting ability by EVERYONE in the cast. This is especially pathetic when we see the daughter in the midst of some catfight with Mommie ("I am NOT your FAN!") but Faye Dunaway is the only one who seems to know that this is about delusion, confusion and misplaced rage. Thus, her daughter, after being strangled by Joan, with a flat affect just continues to take her punishment. I have to add that I read the book, and it bears little resemblance to the movie, since Christina obviously was not privy to her mother's discussions with LB Mayer, or her venomous lines at the Pepsi Cola board meeting where she is uncermoniously disgarded after her husband's death until she tells them in the most biting terms that she will be staying on. These are key elements in a very sketchy script, which also is another MAJOR weakness. One cares little for Christina, Joan's love interests, her staff, and also has no idea how she became the crazed woman she evolved into. But, bottom line, Faye Dunaway's performance is a performance that one will have a hard time forgetting. It was deemed over the top at the time of its release, but today one can see that she was attempting to get some life in this movie. It would be a dream role if one had a good script and cast. Since we don't, one is left yearning for Faye/Joan every second she is off screen. I predict in 50 years this will be considered Faye Dunaway's best performance, and yeah, I have seen "Chinatown", "Network", etc. Joan Crawford herself stated before her death that only Faye Dunaway had the glamour and acting chops to play her. Mommie Dearest was right.
4 Stars: Almost Legendary
3 Stars: Worth Watching
2 Stars: Ok, if you are REALLY bored
1 Stars: Better than a Sharp Stick in the Eye
0 Stars: Avoid At All Costs
"Mommie Dearest" 4/5 Stars. Okay, I know that the reader will think my alien brain is slightly strange when I give "Mommie Dearest" 4 Stars and "There Will Be Blood" a mere 2. Here is my rationale: Faye Dunaway. This "anniversary edition" that I watched this week was all about the camp, and the gay male following of "Mommie Dearest", with a very (suprisingly, cause I love him) dry and tedious commentary by John Waters. However, if you just view it in this light you miss the brilliance that is Faye Dunaway. Seriously, I think this woman should have won an Oscar for this performance. Her Kabuki makeup during the infamous "No Wire hangers" scene makes me think of Heath Ledger as "The Joker" in "The Dark Knight": Same ruthlessness, same pancake white face, same fixed red lips. Genius. Bottom line, if I am watching a film about a psychotic movie mother, this is what I want to see. It delivers in spades. Faye Dunaway must have spent as much time studying Joan Crawford to prepare for this role as I have watching the films of Bette Davis. That's alot of time, people. These women are the opposite of the female movie stars of today: they intimidated men with their power, and they had the kind of icon status that could only be maintained through 24/7 ambition. However, everyone ages, and this is the fall of Joan, which her daughter blandly watches as she is put through strange freakouts by Mama Crawford ("Christina.....BRING ME THE AX!"). However, Faye Dunaway is the driving force behind this movie, and the larger than life presence in it due to this lack of acting ability by EVERYONE in the cast. This is especially pathetic when we see the daughter in the midst of some catfight with Mommie ("I am NOT your FAN!") but Faye Dunaway is the only one who seems to know that this is about delusion, confusion and misplaced rage. Thus, her daughter, after being strangled by Joan, with a flat affect just continues to take her punishment. I have to add that I read the book, and it bears little resemblance to the movie, since Christina obviously was not privy to her mother's discussions with LB Mayer, or her venomous lines at the Pepsi Cola board meeting where she is uncermoniously disgarded after her husband's death until she tells them in the most biting terms that she will be staying on. These are key elements in a very sketchy script, which also is another MAJOR weakness. One cares little for Christina, Joan's love interests, her staff, and also has no idea how she became the crazed woman she evolved into. But, bottom line, Faye Dunaway's performance is a performance that one will have a hard time forgetting. It was deemed over the top at the time of its release, but today one can see that she was attempting to get some life in this movie. It would be a dream role if one had a good script and cast. Since we don't, one is left yearning for Faye/Joan every second she is off screen. I predict in 50 years this will be considered Faye Dunaway's best performance, and yeah, I have seen "Chinatown", "Network", etc. Joan Crawford herself stated before her death that only Faye Dunaway had the glamour and acting chops to play her. Mommie Dearest was right.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Review: "There Will Be Blood" 2 Stars/5 Stars
5 Stars: A Masterpiece
4 Stars: Almost Legendary
3 Stars: Worth Watching
2 Stars: Ok, if you are REALLY bored
1 Stars: Better than a Sharp Stick in the Eye
0 Stars: Avoid At All Costs
Review: "There Will Be Blood" 2 Stars First of all, let's get to the basic elements of this very long movie. It is supposed to be a parable about greed (based on the 1927 book "Oil!" by Upton Sinclair of "The Jungle" fame), Daniel Day Lewis stars as a wicked oil man bent on capitalizing and exploiting everything he sees, and there is a pseudo confrontation between Lewis' character and Eli, a character played by Paul Dano, who attempts to infuse the environment with his "Church of the Third Revelation" and thus is anagonistic but strangely drawn to Lewis for the love of money. Also, Lewis' character, named Plainview (har), adopts a child that is the biological son of a worker who was killed on the job. The tragic consequences of this are noted, but fall prey to the problems that encircle the entire film. Chiefly, Mr Lewis, who received an Oscar for this performance, is just doing a very bad impression of John Huston, the great director. This is unacceptable when we are dealing with a sociopath who exploits everything in his path. We have no sense of what has motivated this individual to become such a psychotic animal (maybe the director should have thought of the psychotic characters that Stanley Kubrick brought to life, and how he accomplished this, since Mr Anderson has appropriated MANY elements from his films, including the soundtrack similarity, the extreme angles, and the panning shots that make this movie drag on and on), even going so far as to harm the son he so loved at the outset of the film, but after a tragic accident he becomes disgusted by. This movie rides on the performance of Daniel Day Lewis, and that is the main problem. It seems that Mr Lewis cannot get out of the desire to simply mimic the enunciation of the era the movie is set in and is almost afraid to get to the depravity that the audience expects from this man. There is a limitation to this actor that screams out for his replacement. The conflicts that Mr Lewis has with Eli, the religious healer, are also not as powerful as they could be. It is because Mr Dano, who plays Eli, seems to want to overcompensate for Lewis' flat affect (which the director seems to think makes Lewis appear "sociopathic" but to me it just made him look tired and bored) by being a tad over the top. This could have worked if Lewis had played off this, but he does not. Indeed, it seems that the narcissism of Lewis is not allowing him to show what a diabolical character Mr "Plainview" is. Lewis' relationship with his adult son is also problematic because his son is amazingly well mannered in the face of Lewis' passive psychotic disregard. If Lewis had played this role as it should have been played, the script would have shown alot more real conflict. As an example, Lewis recites a line to his son about him being just "a bastard in a basket", which is delivered in that annoying John Huston voice, almost if he were offering his son more lemons for his lemonade, not foreshadowing true violent intent that a person like Mr Plainview would always allude to if he was the crazy evil man we are supposed to believe he is. The ending is ridiculous, and leaves the viewer wondering why they just didn't watch a great film (like a Kubrick movie) over this. I tag this movie as a "don't believe the hype" movie, since it is obviously self satisfied, its direction is derivative (Anderson should be paying royalities to Kubrick), and its actors are all "quirky and great". That means it is all borrowed from far greater films and actors. Rent "White Heat", "Citizen Kane" or "Barry Lyndon"....heck, even "The Shining" and you will get a better look into the heart of a sociopath, and you will have a great film going experience. Here, it feels like I am watching a Xeroxed copy of a once promising film about the "blood" America was founded on.
4 Stars: Almost Legendary
3 Stars: Worth Watching
2 Stars: Ok, if you are REALLY bored
1 Stars: Better than a Sharp Stick in the Eye
0 Stars: Avoid At All Costs
Review: "There Will Be Blood" 2 Stars First of all, let's get to the basic elements of this very long movie. It is supposed to be a parable about greed (based on the 1927 book "Oil!" by Upton Sinclair of "The Jungle" fame), Daniel Day Lewis stars as a wicked oil man bent on capitalizing and exploiting everything he sees, and there is a pseudo confrontation between Lewis' character and Eli, a character played by Paul Dano, who attempts to infuse the environment with his "Church of the Third Revelation" and thus is anagonistic but strangely drawn to Lewis for the love of money. Also, Lewis' character, named Plainview (har), adopts a child that is the biological son of a worker who was killed on the job. The tragic consequences of this are noted, but fall prey to the problems that encircle the entire film. Chiefly, Mr Lewis, who received an Oscar for this performance, is just doing a very bad impression of John Huston, the great director. This is unacceptable when we are dealing with a sociopath who exploits everything in his path. We have no sense of what has motivated this individual to become such a psychotic animal (maybe the director should have thought of the psychotic characters that Stanley Kubrick brought to life, and how he accomplished this, since Mr Anderson has appropriated MANY elements from his films, including the soundtrack similarity, the extreme angles, and the panning shots that make this movie drag on and on), even going so far as to harm the son he so loved at the outset of the film, but after a tragic accident he becomes disgusted by. This movie rides on the performance of Daniel Day Lewis, and that is the main problem. It seems that Mr Lewis cannot get out of the desire to simply mimic the enunciation of the era the movie is set in and is almost afraid to get to the depravity that the audience expects from this man. There is a limitation to this actor that screams out for his replacement. The conflicts that Mr Lewis has with Eli, the religious healer, are also not as powerful as they could be. It is because Mr Dano, who plays Eli, seems to want to overcompensate for Lewis' flat affect (which the director seems to think makes Lewis appear "sociopathic" but to me it just made him look tired and bored) by being a tad over the top. This could have worked if Lewis had played off this, but he does not. Indeed, it seems that the narcissism of Lewis is not allowing him to show what a diabolical character Mr "Plainview" is. Lewis' relationship with his adult son is also problematic because his son is amazingly well mannered in the face of Lewis' passive psychotic disregard. If Lewis had played this role as it should have been played, the script would have shown alot more real conflict. As an example, Lewis recites a line to his son about him being just "a bastard in a basket", which is delivered in that annoying John Huston voice, almost if he were offering his son more lemons for his lemonade, not foreshadowing true violent intent that a person like Mr Plainview would always allude to if he was the crazy evil man we are supposed to believe he is. The ending is ridiculous, and leaves the viewer wondering why they just didn't watch a great film (like a Kubrick movie) over this. I tag this movie as a "don't believe the hype" movie, since it is obviously self satisfied, its direction is derivative (Anderson should be paying royalities to Kubrick), and its actors are all "quirky and great". That means it is all borrowed from far greater films and actors. Rent "White Heat", "Citizen Kane" or "Barry Lyndon"....heck, even "The Shining" and you will get a better look into the heart of a sociopath, and you will have a great film going experience. Here, it feels like I am watching a Xeroxed copy of a once promising film about the "blood" America was founded on.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
चिल्ड्रेन अस ओब्जेक्ट्स
I just looked at the news today, oh boy, and saw that some American Idol (I have watched two episodes of that nausea inducing "talent" show....my question always is for people who love it: Would ANY real American Idol try out for this show? Wouldn't they all be rejected? "Ah yes, James Brown, you need to tone it down......next"..."Oh Heavens, Elvis, no one will believe you if you dress like that, byeeee!") runner up, that little Clay Aiken guy, had a child with a "friend". Hazzah Clay, even though I can see the closet door imprint still firmly on your right palm. You have just hit on the most repulsive trend in the country in which I currently reside: attention seeking people having kids for attention. Hey, if you are a person that wants to be a public train wreck, go for it. Once you get another innocent person involved, game over. Would the trollop who just had twins to add to her four hundred children and her dead eyed boyfriend get any attention if she actually had to rely on her acting? You know the answer. Would the washed up 50 year old "pop singer" who has enough money to buy an African village (nothing racist in that, of course.....she just is a material girl who cares, yah) adopt a little boy if there was a media blackout on her activities? No but she is praised as a savior. Sure. Would the struggling woman who is the widow of Kurt Cobain get any attention if she didn't keep referencing her daughter, and her resemblance to him? How about Billy Ray Cyrus' rehab bound daughter? The first step to creating a screwed up human being is to have them know right off the bat they are in the world for the benefit of others. They are nothing unless they are in the presence of their owner (s), which is the person with the money. Sounds like a scheme Tony Montana ("Scarface") would approve of: First, you get the money, then you get ze power, then you buy the kid, and/or have them make money and paper trails of attention for you. Wait, I gave Mr Montana a little disrespect there. I apologize Tony. You always said throughout the film "no women or kids" and you stuck by your word. I guess I was a tad hasty.
Hollywood would reject you for being too much of a moralist. Sorry, guy.
Hollywood would reject you for being too much of a moralist. Sorry, guy.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Musicians that Make Me Want to Hurl
Musicians that Make Me Want to Vomit
I was just thinking about bands that should be on the first flight to the sun, and why the Hell they are still around. Sorry, I have tried to listen to these people and they are getting the official Bette Dillinger HEX OF ZE POWER OF GRAYSKULL for being so stupid.
Top Ten:
10) Poison. These little idiots have been around way too long. Brett Michaels, who now looks like a bad tranny with constipation after what appears to be a botched plastic surgery job, has to hang it up. Sorry, dude every rose does have its thorn, and you keep poking it in my side. Goodbye.
9) ANYONE WHO SINGS KAROKE TUNES ON YOUTUBE IN HOPES OF BEING A "STAR". Just a real pet peeve of mine. If you think this makes you "cool" you are off by way more than a mile. You look pathetic. Especially the people who become pseudo-emotional during their presentation, or try to look sexayyyyyyy for the camera. Walk away, and get on the plane.
8) The Rolling Stones. These old asses are not anything like Led Zeppelin, who they are constantly compared to, and they have always been on the bleeding edge. Now they need bandages over their mouths. Welcome to the Sun, guys. Gee...The Beatles put out "Sargeant Pepper's".....then we get "Her Majesty's Satantic Bullshit". Also, how many bluesmen have they ripped off yet they sue The Verve over "Bittersweet Symphony" which was an orchestral version of one of their songs, but not the actual song???? Sir Mick gets a special seat for actually agreeing to being knighted (Mr Bowie, as any self-respecting rock star would, refused this "honor").
7) The Who. Hear me out (har har). This band used to be a force of nature.....during the Civil War era. They have engaged in three deadly credibility killing things: 1) selling every song that meant anything to television shows and products when they had more money than God 2) Roger Daltry having his 500th face life that has left him looking like a dazed lizard (WHY?) 3) they continue to tour even though they have to take breaks for prune juice enemas and depends changes. They bring nothing new to the table. You can rock til' you're 100, (Bob Dylan) but if you just plow through the same crap again, why bother? Awww, I see Roger's face is melting.
6) U2. Once there was this nice band of boys from Dublin. They called themselves U2. Their early records were wonderful. "Boy", "October", and what is their masterpiece "War". Then, Paul Hewson, aka Bozo, er, Bono, decided that he was the new Jesus. This made the band go into some bizarre directions that were fruitless efforts at relevancy. Their latest album was indeed, a bomb. After getting some money with their great initial sucesses, they became sue happy babies who have tried (successfully) to stop parodies of them and I would venture that Bono still can't find his funny bone, when he dropped it in County Mayo in 1988. Mr Hewson, bless his soul, openly squires around women that he is not married to, but with santimonious, tedious lyrics wants to tell you how to behave. LEAVE THE PREACHING TO THE PREACHER, BOZO...Oh, and enjoy the warmth you shall experience shortly.
5) Bob Seger and Ted Nugent. Two Motor City area idiots who don't deserve their own separate listing. Bob Seger: Everything this moron has written except for "Two Plus Two" and "I'm Not A Number" is horrible. He is strapped into the plane just for "Old Time Rock and Roll" playing behind the clip of Tom Cruise in his panties in "Risky Business". I STILL have no idea why that is supposed to be sexy. The room is spinning as I think about it. Heave.
Ah, yes, and Ted Nugent. Two words, Ted: "Damn Yankees". You know, that hideous band where you were playing with that Styx guy with the sweet little pageboy haircut? Oh, and using the "N" word fifty million times in interviews and THEN stating you were going to run for governor of Michigan. AND your radio show, which was benevolently cancelled since you sounded like a male Courtney Love without a stash? What did you do to have the immortal genius of "Cat Scratch Fever" played so many times? We will never know. Bye, Ted.
4) Britney Spears. You don't have to make a comeback (you never had a viable musical career, you were thought of as a sexy time girl, so don't sweat it). Take care of your kids and stay out of the press. You have millions, your auto tuned voice can stay where it is parked. Bye.
3) Boston. The most overtly commercial band that never had anything interesting to say. The vocals are in the perfect place, the geeetar solo always comes in right on cue, the production is slick. Whoa, fell asleep there for a sec, sorry. I think of getting my teeth cleaned in my nice safe dentist's office in her nice safe chair. Safety means the plug on rock madness was killed. Strap in, Boston.
2) Madonna. You know you suck when your private life is covered to the exclusion of your music, and you are sued for millions (and successfully) for taking images and songs without any thought about crediting the rightful authors. I bet that 6.1 Million that Ms Chavez won for "Justify My Love" hurt like the others, eh? How sad it is to see a woman of a certain age realize she will be known for nothing more than ripping off other more intelligent women. She just did it so fast no one stopped to say "Hey, she's not transforming like a chameleon, she is just taking that look from Jean Harlow!" Now, after marrying a man who is allegedly homophobic all her ideas have suddenly left and we see her spread eagle at 50 on the cover of her latest album, "Flacid Fudge Packing". Maybe the gays were positive for you, Madge. Now, go away. It is horrible to see you trying to retain some youth by sucking on Britney Spears or getting your 45th Botox injection. You never really had any music anyway, so I don't know if you should be on this list. I apologize for the idiots who had you inducted into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame. It's been a slow year. Better to relax and get another botox injection.
1) KISS. Four words: "Kiss Meets the Phantom Menace". Not convinced? Have you heard their disco album? Still not convinced? The no makeup look, circa "Lick It Up" (clever boys with their feminist messages!)? Damn, you still aren't convinced? Okay, here is the big one: Gene Simmons. Whew. Thanks.
Okay. This band took all the heart, soul, imagination and whimsy from Glam and pissed on it for marketing reasons. They are simple whores with no music to back up the merchandise they constantly schlep (Yes, Virginia, there was a KISS coffin..a little treat awaits Gene on the ride to our life giving star). Their songs are horrible. ("Beth"? Jaysus) Their look is horrible (their drummer, Peter Criss, looked like a cat with rabies). Gene Simmons is possibly the most unattractive male on this very planet, and he has some mighty tight competition on just this list alone.
I was just thinking about bands that should be on the first flight to the sun, and why the Hell they are still around. Sorry, I have tried to listen to these people and they are getting the official Bette Dillinger HEX OF ZE POWER OF GRAYSKULL for being so stupid.
Top Ten:
10) Poison. These little idiots have been around way too long. Brett Michaels, who now looks like a bad tranny with constipation after what appears to be a botched plastic surgery job, has to hang it up. Sorry, dude every rose does have its thorn, and you keep poking it in my side. Goodbye.
9) ANYONE WHO SINGS KAROKE TUNES ON YOUTUBE IN HOPES OF BEING A "STAR". Just a real pet peeve of mine. If you think this makes you "cool" you are off by way more than a mile. You look pathetic. Especially the people who become pseudo-emotional during their presentation, or try to look sexayyyyyyy for the camera. Walk away, and get on the plane.
8) The Rolling Stones. These old asses are not anything like Led Zeppelin, who they are constantly compared to, and they have always been on the bleeding edge. Now they need bandages over their mouths. Welcome to the Sun, guys. Gee...The Beatles put out "Sargeant Pepper's".....then we get "Her Majesty's Satantic Bullshit". Also, how many bluesmen have they ripped off yet they sue The Verve over "Bittersweet Symphony" which was an orchestral version of one of their songs, but not the actual song???? Sir Mick gets a special seat for actually agreeing to being knighted (Mr Bowie, as any self-respecting rock star would, refused this "honor").
7) The Who. Hear me out (har har). This band used to be a force of nature.....during the Civil War era. They have engaged in three deadly credibility killing things: 1) selling every song that meant anything to television shows and products when they had more money than God 2) Roger Daltry having his 500th face life that has left him looking like a dazed lizard (WHY?) 3) they continue to tour even though they have to take breaks for prune juice enemas and depends changes. They bring nothing new to the table. You can rock til' you're 100, (Bob Dylan) but if you just plow through the same crap again, why bother? Awww, I see Roger's face is melting.
6) U2. Once there was this nice band of boys from Dublin. They called themselves U2. Their early records were wonderful. "Boy", "October", and what is their masterpiece "War". Then, Paul Hewson, aka Bozo, er, Bono, decided that he was the new Jesus. This made the band go into some bizarre directions that were fruitless efforts at relevancy. Their latest album was indeed, a bomb. After getting some money with their great initial sucesses, they became sue happy babies who have tried (successfully) to stop parodies of them and I would venture that Bono still can't find his funny bone, when he dropped it in County Mayo in 1988. Mr Hewson, bless his soul, openly squires around women that he is not married to, but with santimonious, tedious lyrics wants to tell you how to behave. LEAVE THE PREACHING TO THE PREACHER, BOZO...Oh, and enjoy the warmth you shall experience shortly.
5) Bob Seger and Ted Nugent. Two Motor City area idiots who don't deserve their own separate listing. Bob Seger: Everything this moron has written except for "Two Plus Two" and "I'm Not A Number" is horrible. He is strapped into the plane just for "Old Time Rock and Roll" playing behind the clip of Tom Cruise in his panties in "Risky Business". I STILL have no idea why that is supposed to be sexy. The room is spinning as I think about it. Heave.
Ah, yes, and Ted Nugent. Two words, Ted: "Damn Yankees". You know, that hideous band where you were playing with that Styx guy with the sweet little pageboy haircut? Oh, and using the "N" word fifty million times in interviews and THEN stating you were going to run for governor of Michigan. AND your radio show, which was benevolently cancelled since you sounded like a male Courtney Love without a stash? What did you do to have the immortal genius of "Cat Scratch Fever" played so many times? We will never know. Bye, Ted.
4) Britney Spears. You don't have to make a comeback (you never had a viable musical career, you were thought of as a sexy time girl, so don't sweat it). Take care of your kids and stay out of the press. You have millions, your auto tuned voice can stay where it is parked. Bye.
3) Boston. The most overtly commercial band that never had anything interesting to say. The vocals are in the perfect place, the geeetar solo always comes in right on cue, the production is slick. Whoa, fell asleep there for a sec, sorry. I think of getting my teeth cleaned in my nice safe dentist's office in her nice safe chair. Safety means the plug on rock madness was killed. Strap in, Boston.
2) Madonna. You know you suck when your private life is covered to the exclusion of your music, and you are sued for millions (and successfully) for taking images and songs without any thought about crediting the rightful authors. I bet that 6.1 Million that Ms Chavez won for "Justify My Love" hurt like the others, eh? How sad it is to see a woman of a certain age realize she will be known for nothing more than ripping off other more intelligent women. She just did it so fast no one stopped to say "Hey, she's not transforming like a chameleon, she is just taking that look from Jean Harlow!" Now, after marrying a man who is allegedly homophobic all her ideas have suddenly left and we see her spread eagle at 50 on the cover of her latest album, "Flacid Fudge Packing". Maybe the gays were positive for you, Madge. Now, go away. It is horrible to see you trying to retain some youth by sucking on Britney Spears or getting your 45th Botox injection. You never really had any music anyway, so I don't know if you should be on this list. I apologize for the idiots who had you inducted into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame. It's been a slow year. Better to relax and get another botox injection.
1) KISS. Four words: "Kiss Meets the Phantom Menace". Not convinced? Have you heard their disco album? Still not convinced? The no makeup look, circa "Lick It Up" (clever boys with their feminist messages!)? Damn, you still aren't convinced? Okay, here is the big one: Gene Simmons. Whew. Thanks.
Okay. This band took all the heart, soul, imagination and whimsy from Glam and pissed on it for marketing reasons. They are simple whores with no music to back up the merchandise they constantly schlep (Yes, Virginia, there was a KISS coffin..a little treat awaits Gene on the ride to our life giving star). Their songs are horrible. ("Beth"? Jaysus) Their look is horrible (their drummer, Peter Criss, looked like a cat with rabies). Gene Simmons is possibly the most unattractive male on this very planet, and he has some mighty tight competition on just this list alone.
Monday, July 7, 2008
My first album
Hey, everyone...I have gotten this question in real time and on the web, so I thought I would take some time to answer it...what was the first album I purchased. And yes, we have access to your music on my planet.
Well, that is a tough question. Because I "bought" the album at six years of age.....but I really didn't. I can remember going to the local "Target" type store with my aunt and her three mewing cabbages (or kids, as they are called here) and, in a desperate attempt to get away from the insanity, I went to the music section. There I saw the coolest cover of my young life: "You Want Blood, You Got It", by AC/DC. If you don't know the cover, here it is:
http://www.spiralfrog.com/sfimages/covers/pop/cov200/dri000/i098/i09859e607k.jpg
Now, this is a pretty gruesome image, so I thought it was the greatest thing devised by man. I had to have it. I stuck it in the basket while my aunt was again chiding her three children over something, and patiently waited until we got up to the counter. I made sure it was pushed under the bunch of stuff my aunt was putting on the checkout counter, and, though the checkout person raised an eyebrow at the image, she scanned it and placed it with the rest of our things.
We then proceeded to the parking lot and I assured my aunt, who was horrified after she had unpacked the things she purchased, that my mother would be totally fine with this album. Even though my mother I knew most definitely would not. Still, I had to hear this music, as I thought it would change my life.
What kind of crazy band would be so cool as to have a cover like that and not have the most kick ass rock music in the world?
Well, I managed to get the album home and my mother was horrified to see this guitar impailing Angus Young on the cover (what was her damn problem?) with blood shooting out of his mouth, so she said that this would have to involve a talk between my father, her and me. My father was speechless when he arrived home and saw the cover, and said he would take the album from me 'til I was "old enough".
Well, I never got to be old enough in his eyes apparently, but I found the place he hid it and took it to school for show and tell. That was an exciting day. My teacher said nothing, but advised me not to bring the album back.
But there will always be a part of me that has a great fondness for AC/DC. They made rock and roll scary, and I for the first time saw music's potential to really make an impact in a dramatic kind of way. Sure, one could say the songs aren't great compositions, but I think you would be missing the point. They are great rock songs, with all of the theatrics and rock n' roll glory.
I eventually became a respectable alien and bought a copy of the album as an adult. It reminds me of when rock questioned authority and was overtly rebellious. I want those days back, and I see others on this site that do too.
KICK OUT THE JAMS, people!
xo
Bette
Well, that is a tough question. Because I "bought" the album at six years of age.....but I really didn't. I can remember going to the local "Target" type store with my aunt and her three mewing cabbages (or kids, as they are called here) and, in a desperate attempt to get away from the insanity, I went to the music section. There I saw the coolest cover of my young life: "You Want Blood, You Got It", by AC/DC. If you don't know the cover, here it is:
http://www.spiralfrog.com/sfimages/covers/pop/cov200/dri000/i098/i09859e607k.jpg
Now, this is a pretty gruesome image, so I thought it was the greatest thing devised by man. I had to have it. I stuck it in the basket while my aunt was again chiding her three children over something, and patiently waited until we got up to the counter. I made sure it was pushed under the bunch of stuff my aunt was putting on the checkout counter, and, though the checkout person raised an eyebrow at the image, she scanned it and placed it with the rest of our things.
We then proceeded to the parking lot and I assured my aunt, who was horrified after she had unpacked the things she purchased, that my mother would be totally fine with this album. Even though my mother I knew most definitely would not. Still, I had to hear this music, as I thought it would change my life.
What kind of crazy band would be so cool as to have a cover like that and not have the most kick ass rock music in the world?
Well, I managed to get the album home and my mother was horrified to see this guitar impailing Angus Young on the cover (what was her damn problem?) with blood shooting out of his mouth, so she said that this would have to involve a talk between my father, her and me. My father was speechless when he arrived home and saw the cover, and said he would take the album from me 'til I was "old enough".
Well, I never got to be old enough in his eyes apparently, but I found the place he hid it and took it to school for show and tell. That was an exciting day. My teacher said nothing, but advised me not to bring the album back.
But there will always be a part of me that has a great fondness for AC/DC. They made rock and roll scary, and I for the first time saw music's potential to really make an impact in a dramatic kind of way. Sure, one could say the songs aren't great compositions, but I think you would be missing the point. They are great rock songs, with all of the theatrics and rock n' roll glory.
I eventually became a respectable alien and bought a copy of the album as an adult. It reminds me of when rock questioned authority and was overtly rebellious. I want those days back, and I see others on this site that do too.
KICK OUT THE JAMS, people!
xo
Bette
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Let's Get All Our Music Free! Why Pay??????????
Yo, I just was reading an article about the new state of "Indie" music and how artists are getting screwed over in terms of money. Yes, we all know that is happening, but I also see the weird trend on sites like this to keep a little light burning for corporate bands or bands who had formerly been associated with corporations (I am looking at you, Radiohead, et al) as if they needed continued support. I have already ranted about that, so I will stop whining about misplaced promotion.
My point is a very simple one. If you think you are gonna get all your music for free, and download it all for free, which you can, a price will have to be paid. There will be a correction for this disregard of the artist.
That correction will be there will BE NO ARTISTS. If people can't put food on their table, as Peter Murphy put it, then there will be no musical food for the ears any longer. I think of all the wonderful lines that come to mind right off the bat (no pun intended) when I think of a band like Bauhaus, and their subsequent manifestations, and I realize that they would be four sad blokes workin' hard in the UK and maybe playing on the weekends or for their families if they were trying to get started in this environment.
Obviously, ladies and germs, I am not equating my music with Bauhaus, but simply making the point that the well will run dry very soon if there is no incentive. Unfortunately, in our capitalist society, that incentive is in the form of money. If people think they are being cheeky and cute by downloading and pirating music, just remember karma is a bitch. She does not overlook anything. And, from what I have heard ;) she is especially angry about this issue which will bite everyone in the ass until they realize we are a collective that needs to support each other not just with email pat on the backs but with true evidence of loyality.
It don't take a Weatherman to tell ya which way the wind blows.
-Bette Dillinger
My point is a very simple one. If you think you are gonna get all your music for free, and download it all for free, which you can, a price will have to be paid. There will be a correction for this disregard of the artist.
That correction will be there will BE NO ARTISTS. If people can't put food on their table, as Peter Murphy put it, then there will be no musical food for the ears any longer. I think of all the wonderful lines that come to mind right off the bat (no pun intended) when I think of a band like Bauhaus, and their subsequent manifestations, and I realize that they would be four sad blokes workin' hard in the UK and maybe playing on the weekends or for their families if they were trying to get started in this environment.
Obviously, ladies and germs, I am not equating my music with Bauhaus, but simply making the point that the well will run dry very soon if there is no incentive. Unfortunately, in our capitalist society, that incentive is in the form of money. If people think they are being cheeky and cute by downloading and pirating music, just remember karma is a bitch. She does not overlook anything. And, from what I have heard ;) she is especially angry about this issue which will bite everyone in the ass until they realize we are a collective that needs to support each other not just with email pat on the backs but with true evidence of loyality.
It don't take a Weatherman to tell ya which way the wind blows.
-Bette Dillinger
Saturday, June 7, 2008
New Song
Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that I have added a new song (at last.fm, which I, which I think is a sensual, sexy song perfect for summer. It is a collaboration where I provided the music for a video (which I will post when it is done) by someone who is quite glamorous indeed. He is wonderful. The Blanche DuBois part (the vocal snipet) is performed by me, as I was in a very modest production of "A Streetcar Named Desire" and channeled a bit of that unforgettable character. I think it gives the song a little more dark glitter and "oomph". One thing also is that I have tweaked the production much more specifically to my taste, so I think the sound is very rich on this track. Production is on the job training when you have no corporate backing, and I think I am becoming better at it. I totally envy those comic book guys that I get emails from who tell me what exactly they have their bass, etc on in dBs. Damn.
Love, Lipstick and Music,
Bette
Love, Lipstick and Music,
Bette
Sunday, June 1, 2008
The Wickerman
It's interesting.....someone emailed me and asked if the song "Running in Place", which is on last.fm but not uploaded here yet, (of course I have no commercial connection to last.fm....but if they want to give me some money for this mention, I will take it!) was inspired by the movie, "The Wickerman" (the good, British 1973 version!). Strangely, I watched that very movie this weekend. I had forgotten how powerful it was and frightening. It indeed most definitely was in my subconscious somewhere.
Of course "The Wickerman" is the tale of a very virtuous and sanctimonous Christian police officer who investigates the "murder" of a young girl on a remote island in Scotland. This island is pagan in their belief system, and the police officer becomes increasingly confused and outraged by their customs until the he finds himself part of one. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who has not seen it, since I would highly recommend it.
Thank you for continuing to listen! I probably fused "The Wickerman" with the concept of alienation in my mind, which is what I try to convey in my music (though I will stop here, I don't want to risk sounding pretentious). Again, it is so great to hear from others and I still am working dilligently on a proper album. The songs I have posted are all work that kind of set the foundation for what I am doing now. All the tracks are different and I am very satisfied with them, but I always try to raise the bar (though I don't think I am the only musician on earth, or the greatest one...please!). I probably will make all fifteen tracks an album eventually, but I can hardly wait to get feedback on the new stuff as well. I am the little engine that could...I hope!
Again, thank you for your support!
Justice, Mercy and Music
-Bette
Of course "The Wickerman" is the tale of a very virtuous and sanctimonous Christian police officer who investigates the "murder" of a young girl on a remote island in Scotland. This island is pagan in their belief system, and the police officer becomes increasingly confused and outraged by their customs until the he finds himself part of one. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who has not seen it, since I would highly recommend it.
Thank you for continuing to listen! I probably fused "The Wickerman" with the concept of alienation in my mind, which is what I try to convey in my music (though I will stop here, I don't want to risk sounding pretentious). Again, it is so great to hear from others and I still am working dilligently on a proper album. The songs I have posted are all work that kind of set the foundation for what I am doing now. All the tracks are different and I am very satisfied with them, but I always try to raise the bar (though I don't think I am the only musician on earth, or the greatest one...please!). I probably will make all fifteen tracks an album eventually, but I can hardly wait to get feedback on the new stuff as well. I am the little engine that could...I hope!
Again, thank you for your support!
Justice, Mercy and Music
-Bette
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Marilyn
I wonder what she is musing about here....what do you think? Happy Early B-Day, Marilyn.
Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to think she was the epitome of what a woman should be. Even she herself said that.....
Friday, May 9, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Why I Love David Bowie
I was just reading, oh my webmasque friends, that Scarlett Johansson had Mr Bowie for backing vocals on her album. How I wept, crushed and disillusioned, for 15 seconds before realizing my pathetic status compared to the circles Mr Bowie and Ms Johansson frequent. But he was mine, Scarlett! David and I were supposed to do a duet: a Syd Barrett song! I had it all planned out, you strumpet! Now you have sullied the Pink Floyd legacy too! You stole him!
Anyhoo, enough with the delusions of grandeur, and back to David Bowie and my love for him. I remember first seeing him in the cheesy clip with Bing Crosby where he sang "The Little Drummer Boy". He looked so young and vibrant next to the elderly and seemingly annoyed Bing Crosby that I was hooked. His voice did not disappoint either, and his soothing speaking voice made him human...not the weird Ziggy Stardust that mothers back in the day allegedly tore their hair out over. I've seen the movie since then. It must have been freaking wild being in the midst of that!
Mr Bowie is one of the few artists that I can quote when I think of certain situations in my life...or I can remember playing particular songs and finding out about happy or sad things, and those memories return when I play the albums again. That is one reason I love music, and in particular the music of Mr Bowie. He also gave me intellectual stimulation: Weimar Germany, Japan couture, Brecht, the Hebrew Tree of Life, gay culture....and it still goes on today.
I am not going to be Comic Book Guy from the "Simpsons" and go into every album. My favorite song would have to be "Width of a Circle" or "Station to Station" but there are so many contenders, please consider that an off the cuff assessment. I love the Thin White Duke period the most, and his Berlin era albums. Of course there is "The Man Who Sold the World" and "Hunky Dory" but I think theatrics and music came together the strongest during Berlin era Bowie.
"Heroes", "Lodger" and "Outside" were so innovative and so poignantly sad and romantic (in the 19th Century definition of the term) that I would put them in a time capsule.
Ah, "Fantastic Voyage" has just come on...I can't get through it without feeling that melancholy beauty of the Berlin era envelop me.......yet it sounds like it was written yesterday.
And Mr Bowie, if you ever decide to do backup vocals for anyone else, you know where to find me ;)
Bullets, lipstick and music,
-BetteD
Anyhoo, enough with the delusions of grandeur, and back to David Bowie and my love for him. I remember first seeing him in the cheesy clip with Bing Crosby where he sang "The Little Drummer Boy". He looked so young and vibrant next to the elderly and seemingly annoyed Bing Crosby that I was hooked. His voice did not disappoint either, and his soothing speaking voice made him human...not the weird Ziggy Stardust that mothers back in the day allegedly tore their hair out over. I've seen the movie since then. It must have been freaking wild being in the midst of that!
Mr Bowie is one of the few artists that I can quote when I think of certain situations in my life...or I can remember playing particular songs and finding out about happy or sad things, and those memories return when I play the albums again. That is one reason I love music, and in particular the music of Mr Bowie. He also gave me intellectual stimulation: Weimar Germany, Japan couture, Brecht, the Hebrew Tree of Life, gay culture....and it still goes on today.
I am not going to be Comic Book Guy from the "Simpsons" and go into every album. My favorite song would have to be "Width of a Circle" or "Station to Station" but there are so many contenders, please consider that an off the cuff assessment. I love the Thin White Duke period the most, and his Berlin era albums. Of course there is "The Man Who Sold the World" and "Hunky Dory" but I think theatrics and music came together the strongest during Berlin era Bowie.
"Heroes", "Lodger" and "Outside" were so innovative and so poignantly sad and romantic (in the 19th Century definition of the term) that I would put them in a time capsule.
Ah, "Fantastic Voyage" has just come on...I can't get through it without feeling that melancholy beauty of the Berlin era envelop me.......yet it sounds like it was written yesterday.
And Mr Bowie, if you ever decide to do backup vocals for anyone else, you know where to find me ;)
Bullets, lipstick and music,
-BetteD
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Beth Hirsh Gives Props to Bette Dillinger's Remix
Hey all,
The wonderful vocalist Beth Hirsh sent me a comment regarding a remix I did for her of her latest song; here are her comments:
"Dear BetteD,
Great Originality! This is the first time I have ever heard this genre done with my music. Thank you so much for introducing me to new sounds and flavors :) Great creativity here. Well done. Beth H."
Now I ask you, dear reader: Is this what you want in 2008 or do you want the standard stuff being given to you?
Bullets, Lipstick and Music,
-BetteD
The wonderful vocalist Beth Hirsh sent me a comment regarding a remix I did for her of her latest song; here are her comments:
"Dear BetteD,
Great Originality! This is the first time I have ever heard this genre done with my music. Thank you so much for introducing me to new sounds and flavors :) Great creativity here. Well done. Beth H."
Now I ask you, dear reader: Is this what you want in 2008 or do you want the standard stuff being given to you?
Bullets, Lipstick and Music,
-BetteD
They Shoot Horses, Don't They? Review
"They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?": Review
Rating System:
0: Don't Waste Time from your Life for This
1: Barely Watchable
2: A Glimmer of Promise Amid the Fecal Matter
3: Worth Watching
4: Almost a Masterpiece, But Work Was Needed
5: A Movie for the Ages
Jaysus, was I disappointed in this movie! You have Jane Fonda, Sidney Pollack and an interesting concept based on a well known novel from the time. This movie is set in the Depression era 1930s, and focuses on a dancing marathon for an alleged 1500 US. What social comments could have been made! However, ultimately this movie was even more dissatisfying than "Charles Manson Superstar", simply because it had so much potential with such an incredible director and actress given so little to work with.
Fonda goes through a change in the beginning, when she is forced to choose a drifter named Robert after her previous partner was deemed "medically unacceptable". One also sees a man who doesn't look very prepared (large girth combined with a mature age), a delusional "actress" who thinks she is going to make it big by winning the contest, and a pregnant girl who one knows at first glance is headed out the door soon. The eerie "Announcer" states the only important thing is "the spectacle" for the paying customers, and has the pregnant girl sing a song at the bandstand, a typically callous move that is crassly meant to garner maximum exploitation.....doesn't remind anyone of any other era, eh?
Things get worse when the Announcer decides that the group must race around the dance hall and the last three couples are done with the challenge. I am not going to spoil too much, but obviously certain people can't make it. Jane Fonda and her partner are left, but the ending is so over the top that it is a huge disappointment. In these type of horrific circumstances, one doesn't need shocking conclusions. The actual reality is all too horrific. That is the main thing this movie had NO clue about.
If Fonda had been allowed to cynically comment more on her surroundings and the incredible directing of Pollack was focused on to the exclusion of the rather tedious stories of the other players (it would have been more powerful to focus on the entire group, not just a few parallel plot elements, and this would have driven the societal issues more brazenly to the fore) I could see a masterpiece in this movie. Now it is only known for the line that is the title. A sad film for all involved.
Trivia: Marilyn Monroe was originally cast in the Fonda part before her death.
2/5 Stars
Pollack, director
(1969)
Rating System:
0: Don't Waste Time from your Life for This
1: Barely Watchable
2: A Glimmer of Promise Amid the Fecal Matter
3: Worth Watching
4: Almost a Masterpiece, But Work Was Needed
5: A Movie for the Ages
Jaysus, was I disappointed in this movie! You have Jane Fonda, Sidney Pollack and an interesting concept based on a well known novel from the time. This movie is set in the Depression era 1930s, and focuses on a dancing marathon for an alleged 1500 US. What social comments could have been made! However, ultimately this movie was even more dissatisfying than "Charles Manson Superstar", simply because it had so much potential with such an incredible director and actress given so little to work with.
Fonda goes through a change in the beginning, when she is forced to choose a drifter named Robert after her previous partner was deemed "medically unacceptable". One also sees a man who doesn't look very prepared (large girth combined with a mature age), a delusional "actress" who thinks she is going to make it big by winning the contest, and a pregnant girl who one knows at first glance is headed out the door soon. The eerie "Announcer" states the only important thing is "the spectacle" for the paying customers, and has the pregnant girl sing a song at the bandstand, a typically callous move that is crassly meant to garner maximum exploitation.....doesn't remind anyone of any other era, eh?
Things get worse when the Announcer decides that the group must race around the dance hall and the last three couples are done with the challenge. I am not going to spoil too much, but obviously certain people can't make it. Jane Fonda and her partner are left, but the ending is so over the top that it is a huge disappointment. In these type of horrific circumstances, one doesn't need shocking conclusions. The actual reality is all too horrific. That is the main thing this movie had NO clue about.
If Fonda had been allowed to cynically comment more on her surroundings and the incredible directing of Pollack was focused on to the exclusion of the rather tedious stories of the other players (it would have been more powerful to focus on the entire group, not just a few parallel plot elements, and this would have driven the societal issues more brazenly to the fore) I could see a masterpiece in this movie. Now it is only known for the line that is the title. A sad film for all involved.
Trivia: Marilyn Monroe was originally cast in the Fonda part before her death.
2/5 Stars
Pollack, director
(1969)
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
"Charles Manson Superstar": Review
Rating System:
0: Don't Waste Time from your Life for This
1: Barely Watchable
2: A Glimmer of Promise Amid the Fecal Matter
3: Worth Watching
4: Almost a Masterpiece, But Work Was Needed
5: A Movie for the Ages
So, what hasn't been said about Charles Manson and his bunch of crazy followers? Not a whole Hell of alot, but this movie boasts an actual interview with Charlie himself. That really was the selling point for me, as I think of him as a dog in a cage who has so much time to focus on his stories that one could be in for a very revealing look at this "Satanic" man who does indeed perceive himself as both "Satan and God".
Unforunately, the narrator of the film, whom I later learned was associated with Anton LeVey (LeVey's daughter narrates the "female voices", another primitive and distracting element), feels his words are too important to not drown out or edit many of Manson's strange rants. For example: just when Manson gets out of his chair and pronounces himself as the incarnation of the God Abraxus, the movie cuts to photos of Abraxus and the narrator's sedated voice over, always returning to the "theme" of Anton LeVey.
This is beyond annoying for someone who expects the "Charlie Manson Show" (and what is more irritating yet is that Manson seemed ready to go with his carefully crafted lunacy; as he stated, he has nothing to lose) or some speculation regarding Manson's enduring place in popular Western culture (I expected something like this from the title).
Though this is considered a primitive but important documentary since it has Manson himself in it, I would say it is a total failure. The film makers got permission to meet Manson, they film him for hours, but only use that footage when they need to connect Manson to Hitler, Satanism or the correctional system. There is no real look at Manson, except through a frosted over filter.
Nothing new is asked or said: Why does Manson still get attention? Let's hear about his actual biography, not just bits and pieces to the effect of "he was a product of institutions". Or just put the damn camera on him and let him go off on his tangents against everything. Like I said, Charlie talked a mile a minute, but the editors felt they had to splice the footage with tedious "artistic" conclusions involving their agenda.
Bottom line is that the movie reinforces Charles Manson's own assertions about distortion and manipulation in society. That's not something ya wanna encourage when you are making a film about a sociopath. Since these film makers actually gained access to Manson, I will give them a 1 for effort.
"Charles Manson Superstar"
1989
1 Star
0: Don't Waste Time from your Life for This
1: Barely Watchable
2: A Glimmer of Promise Amid the Fecal Matter
3: Worth Watching
4: Almost a Masterpiece, But Work Was Needed
5: A Movie for the Ages
So, what hasn't been said about Charles Manson and his bunch of crazy followers? Not a whole Hell of alot, but this movie boasts an actual interview with Charlie himself. That really was the selling point for me, as I think of him as a dog in a cage who has so much time to focus on his stories that one could be in for a very revealing look at this "Satanic" man who does indeed perceive himself as both "Satan and God".
Unforunately, the narrator of the film, whom I later learned was associated with Anton LeVey (LeVey's daughter narrates the "female voices", another primitive and distracting element), feels his words are too important to not drown out or edit many of Manson's strange rants. For example: just when Manson gets out of his chair and pronounces himself as the incarnation of the God Abraxus, the movie cuts to photos of Abraxus and the narrator's sedated voice over, always returning to the "theme" of Anton LeVey.
This is beyond annoying for someone who expects the "Charlie Manson Show" (and what is more irritating yet is that Manson seemed ready to go with his carefully crafted lunacy; as he stated, he has nothing to lose) or some speculation regarding Manson's enduring place in popular Western culture (I expected something like this from the title).
Though this is considered a primitive but important documentary since it has Manson himself in it, I would say it is a total failure. The film makers got permission to meet Manson, they film him for hours, but only use that footage when they need to connect Manson to Hitler, Satanism or the correctional system. There is no real look at Manson, except through a frosted over filter.
Nothing new is asked or said: Why does Manson still get attention? Let's hear about his actual biography, not just bits and pieces to the effect of "he was a product of institutions". Or just put the damn camera on him and let him go off on his tangents against everything. Like I said, Charlie talked a mile a minute, but the editors felt they had to splice the footage with tedious "artistic" conclusions involving their agenda.
Bottom line is that the movie reinforces Charles Manson's own assertions about distortion and manipulation in society. That's not something ya wanna encourage when you are making a film about a sociopath. Since these film makers actually gained access to Manson, I will give them a 1 for effort.
"Charles Manson Superstar"
1989
1 Star
Sunday, April 13, 2008
"Mondo Cane": Review
"Mondo Cane": Review
13 Apr 2008, 19:23
I remember seeing the film "Mondo Cane" a few years ago, and, being with a group of friends, we soon grew tired of it, as most felt it was staged, yadda yadda yadda, and I never made it through the whole movie.
However, I watched it again this week and thought that it had real sociological value that I had not noticed before.
Literally translated as "A Dog's Life", the opening scene is one the best in the film. A dog is struggling as it is being led through a kennel, full of snapping angry canines. He is then pushed in to join the rest of the animals....could he represent us? Not our civilized Western culture! Perish the thought.
Of course, the whole "Mondo" series as well as its siblings like "Faces of Death" rely on exploitation and outrageously staged "gross-out" scenes. Interestingly, though, "Mondo Cane" uses this to its advantage. The makers of the film have an uncredited narrator throughout who comments wryly on the unifying elements in our primal human drives that transcend culture: sex and death.
We see a pathetic old woman burying her dog in a lush ceremony in Los Angeles. The sad humans in the graveyard fill one with a sense of sadness and confusion over how "civilized" we actually are if humans at the end of their life cling so desperately to an animal, their human contact long since evaporated. Then we see dogs being placed in cages for food in another, more "exotic" location in the world. Which is more grotesque?
There are several other scenes that contrast the "Western" world with the "primitive"....but we are continually forced to wonder which is which. Are the "primitive" women who are "fattened" for fertility less intellectually advanced than the "civilized" women of the West who frantically trying to lose weight by leaning against bizarre machinery? Are the sailors who chase the pretty woman more "advanced" than the tribal ritual of "primitive" women chasing men?
It is sad this film spawned such alot of horrid movies meant for fourteen year old boys who like to be grossed out by autopsies, etc. Yeah, I like to be grossed out once in awhile, but I prefer to be forced to think about these images as well, which successive films in this genre have not done.
Also, everyone is aware very early on that the "Mondo Cane" world is a staged world.....it states it on the DVD. However, the "Mondo Cane" reality is sometimes more true than our own everyday belief systems allow us to concede to....
"Mondo Cane" 1962
Jacopetti, Prosperi
13 Apr 2008, 19:23
I remember seeing the film "Mondo Cane" a few years ago, and, being with a group of friends, we soon grew tired of it, as most felt it was staged, yadda yadda yadda, and I never made it through the whole movie.
However, I watched it again this week and thought that it had real sociological value that I had not noticed before.
Literally translated as "A Dog's Life", the opening scene is one the best in the film. A dog is struggling as it is being led through a kennel, full of snapping angry canines. He is then pushed in to join the rest of the animals....could he represent us? Not our civilized Western culture! Perish the thought.
Of course, the whole "Mondo" series as well as its siblings like "Faces of Death" rely on exploitation and outrageously staged "gross-out" scenes. Interestingly, though, "Mondo Cane" uses this to its advantage. The makers of the film have an uncredited narrator throughout who comments wryly on the unifying elements in our primal human drives that transcend culture: sex and death.
We see a pathetic old woman burying her dog in a lush ceremony in Los Angeles. The sad humans in the graveyard fill one with a sense of sadness and confusion over how "civilized" we actually are if humans at the end of their life cling so desperately to an animal, their human contact long since evaporated. Then we see dogs being placed in cages for food in another, more "exotic" location in the world. Which is more grotesque?
There are several other scenes that contrast the "Western" world with the "primitive"....but we are continually forced to wonder which is which. Are the "primitive" women who are "fattened" for fertility less intellectually advanced than the "civilized" women of the West who frantically trying to lose weight by leaning against bizarre machinery? Are the sailors who chase the pretty woman more "advanced" than the tribal ritual of "primitive" women chasing men?
It is sad this film spawned such alot of horrid movies meant for fourteen year old boys who like to be grossed out by autopsies, etc. Yeah, I like to be grossed out once in awhile, but I prefer to be forced to think about these images as well, which successive films in this genre have not done.
Also, everyone is aware very early on that the "Mondo Cane" world is a staged world.....it states it on the DVD. However, the "Mondo Cane" reality is sometimes more true than our own everyday belief systems allow us to concede to....
"Mondo Cane" 1962
Jacopetti, Prosperi
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Let's EVOLVE beyond.......
A dear person by the name of Jilly directed me to a website after my post about strong women. When I saw the site, I was again taken aback, but on the Web we all become desensitized to bizarre behavior.
I like playing armchair psychologist, so indulge me for a minute. My dream background for this man at "crazylarry.com" (sic): hmmmm... Mummy wasn't there enough and his wife was not a sufficient enough replacement. He also had a disasterous time courting women, and, when he found out how "babies were created" he fell into a fit that could only be silenced by Thorazine. Dad wore a club tie and had a firm handshake, but also wasn't there enough. But he mustn't replace Daddy; the resultant guilt can be seen at "crazylarry.com"(sic, but more appropriate). I will make some comments thoughout a piece he has written, since I worked in the system for a few years.
"Quite simply, all my convoluted notions ended up failing miserably somewhere along the line; whereas their solution was very simple and, if you followed the various pathways that stemmed from it, it seemed mostly to lead to an enormous amount of good.
It is this.
Fathers are in charge. Full stop.
BD: Yes, there is a famous study by the Frankfurt School about how Patriarchal dominance breeds fascism, and sent Hitler to the top. So, you are working overtime with this solution.
And if the marriage breaks down, the woman leaves.
BD: You mean YOU had to leave, right? So you want to take it out on "women". Yawn.
And she leaves everything.
BD: To go to.......where?
The fathers are responsible for any children. They are responsible for their welfare and for their behaviour.
BD: Ironically, you are the one who seems full of hatred for both genders. I am sure you think the father should work full time as well as now care exclusively for children. That wouldn't cause any of the societal problems you so lament, eh?
It all sounds really draconian and unfair, doesn't it?
BD: Well, draconian always implies a method to the madness, and in this situation you have made it harder on men than women because of your own issues. Poor usage of the word, and I hope you learn to love yourself more, Harry dear.
"But if you think deeply about the strengths, the weaknesses, the natures and the predilections of men and women, and of how they tend to relate to each other, to their families and to the world outside, this draconian solution does seem to pan out rather well. And it seems likely to generate the minimum of problems both for individuals and for society as a whole."
BD:"Predilections"? Society is created by a populace, and the industrial age created the nuclear family.
Maybe if we EVOLVED beyond thinking about "innate predilections" MEN AND WOMEN would enjoy equality.
That was the point of this post. I feel sorry for someone like Larry (sic). I certainly hope he doesn't have a daughter.
Thank you Jilly for pointing out this site.
Bullets, lipstick and music,
Bette D
I like playing armchair psychologist, so indulge me for a minute. My dream background for this man at "crazylarry.com" (sic): hmmmm... Mummy wasn't there enough and his wife was not a sufficient enough replacement. He also had a disasterous time courting women, and, when he found out how "babies were created" he fell into a fit that could only be silenced by Thorazine. Dad wore a club tie and had a firm handshake, but also wasn't there enough. But he mustn't replace Daddy; the resultant guilt can be seen at "crazylarry.com"(sic, but more appropriate). I will make some comments thoughout a piece he has written, since I worked in the system for a few years.
"Quite simply, all my convoluted notions ended up failing miserably somewhere along the line; whereas their solution was very simple and, if you followed the various pathways that stemmed from it, it seemed mostly to lead to an enormous amount of good.
It is this.
Fathers are in charge. Full stop.
BD: Yes, there is a famous study by the Frankfurt School about how Patriarchal dominance breeds fascism, and sent Hitler to the top. So, you are working overtime with this solution.
And if the marriage breaks down, the woman leaves.
BD: You mean YOU had to leave, right? So you want to take it out on "women". Yawn.
And she leaves everything.
BD: To go to.......where?
The fathers are responsible for any children. They are responsible for their welfare and for their behaviour.
BD: Ironically, you are the one who seems full of hatred for both genders. I am sure you think the father should work full time as well as now care exclusively for children. That wouldn't cause any of the societal problems you so lament, eh?
It all sounds really draconian and unfair, doesn't it?
BD: Well, draconian always implies a method to the madness, and in this situation you have made it harder on men than women because of your own issues. Poor usage of the word, and I hope you learn to love yourself more, Harry dear.
"But if you think deeply about the strengths, the weaknesses, the natures and the predilections of men and women, and of how they tend to relate to each other, to their families and to the world outside, this draconian solution does seem to pan out rather well. And it seems likely to generate the minimum of problems both for individuals and for society as a whole."
BD:"Predilections"? Society is created by a populace, and the industrial age created the nuclear family.
Maybe if we EVOLVED beyond thinking about "innate predilections" MEN AND WOMEN would enjoy equality.
That was the point of this post. I feel sorry for someone like Larry (sic). I certainly hope he doesn't have a daughter.
Thank you Jilly for pointing out this site.
Bullets, lipstick and music,
Bette D
Happy Birthday Bette Davis
Just a note that April 5th was the incredible Bette Davis' 100th birthday. I wish I could say that I see a contemporary actress that resembles her incredible fiery performances. The last one I can remember is Kathleen Turner, but she is now firmly planted on Broadway from what I have read. I know many men and some women reading this might be thinking "BETTE DAVIS? KATHLEEN TURNER WAS HOT!" Well, watch Bette in "Of Human Bondage" and tell me you wouldn't be drawn in......she was quite striking when she was younger. Their styles of acting is what I am really comparing, anyway.
There are so many great movies with Bette....I love her great work "Mrs Skeffington", "Of Human Bondage", "All About Eve", "The Little Foxes" but I think she was so talented she could work with a camp concept like "The Star" and come out looking like one. And "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" has got to be one of my favorite popcorn films ever.
"Blanche, your din-din is ready!"
Bullets, lipstick and music,
Bette D
There are so many great movies with Bette....I love her great work "Mrs Skeffington", "Of Human Bondage", "All About Eve", "The Little Foxes" but I think she was so talented she could work with a camp concept like "The Star" and come out looking like one. And "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" has got to be one of my favorite popcorn films ever.
"Blanche, your din-din is ready!"
Bullets, lipstick and music,
Bette D
To the Dear Poster Who Made a Comment
Under my music post someone made a kind comment about their desire to make music. This damn thing erased it when the widget was installed.
So here is my response:
It's great you are making music, and are thinking about putting three or four songs together for the Web. I would strongly recommend going to a "music site" first so you can get some feedback once you start recording. You also expressed some uncertainty about recording, so I suggest you look into some free software to help you get started like Cakewalk. It is a lifesaver sometimes! Just do a Google and you are there, man.
The worst thing mistake I have seen people make when transitioning to the Web is to post something on youtube, because, well, just look at the comments section. People think they can hide behind their webmasques very easily and say weird shit. Music sites usually have more respectful people.
Bullets, Lipstick and Music,
Bette Dillinger
So here is my response:
It's great you are making music, and are thinking about putting three or four songs together for the Web. I would strongly recommend going to a "music site" first so you can get some feedback once you start recording. You also expressed some uncertainty about recording, so I suggest you look into some free software to help you get started like Cakewalk. It is a lifesaver sometimes! Just do a Google and you are there, man.
The worst thing mistake I have seen people make when transitioning to the Web is to post something on youtube, because, well, just look at the comments section. People think they can hide behind their webmasques very easily and say weird shit. Music sites usually have more respectful people.
Bullets, Lipstick and Music,
Bette Dillinger
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Please tell me What You Think
Please share with me what you think about the demos, and I would love to hear any demos from other musicians. However, this blog is not relegated to just music. That is part of the equation. Merci!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Not Another Blog
Not Another Blog
from a dark child
who can't surrender
she comes reeling in
thinking of studio queens
and Robin Hood dreams
hoping to find other voices
that recognize her race
even though the track
is a perpetual circle
she was always a disgrace
in this era of instant madness
with no regard for the demon
that smiles approval
please reach out your hand
and remember,
time's click makes us its toy
This is my first entry; I will be giving updates on the status of my music but am not a salesperson. My primary desire is to communicate with others of like mind.
from a dark child
who can't surrender
she comes reeling in
thinking of studio queens
and Robin Hood dreams
hoping to find other voices
that recognize her race
even though the track
is a perpetual circle
she was always a disgrace
in this era of instant madness
with no regard for the demon
that smiles approval
please reach out your hand
and remember,
time's click makes us its toy
This is my first entry; I will be giving updates on the status of my music but am not a salesperson. My primary desire is to communicate with others of like mind.
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