June 30, 2007

Savage Flea


New gigs in July and August; details to follow.

Ok, let's look at Madonna. Also, this Madonna. I need to pick up some moves.

Update: What some gothic people do when there´s no one around.

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June 29, 2007

Stigmata Martyr (band practice, 1902)


Now is the time at the Flea when we dance to the musical stylings of Abney Park. The sound quality in this clip is not perfect; I suspect Flea-readers will soldier on through the whole of it regardless.*

* Not safe for Flea-readers with heart conditions due to Magdalene Veen red-lining the steam-valves.

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Closterkeller: A Nadzieja

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Argument juice

Triumph still makes a beautiful machine. Just be sure to tick the box for the net option; you are going to need that to catch the parts falling off as you go along.

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June 28, 2007

Tonight only


Savage Garden.

Ok, enough self-promotion for today this morning: Here is some compensatory Kylie.

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Only Spartan women give birth to Spartan men

We do not need to venture much further than the lede: "Nepali women rush for Gurkha training".

More than 1,500 Nepali women have signed up with private firms to train for a possible career with the British Army after it allowed them to join the Brigade of Gurkhas for the first time in nearly two centuries. Britain is studying how Nepali women could be recruited for its Gurkha force and authorities took out a newspaper advertisement this month asking women to give "notification of interest".
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June 27, 2007



Viking martial arts may sound impressive but their mightiest headbuts remain as nothing in comparison to a Master of Llap Goch; I admit the third groundbreaking dvd comes close to the edit.

This 3-DVD BERZERKER™ - Viking Fighting Arts instructional series contains more advanced material. Learn the deadly moves of the ancient Viking Fighting Arts directly from the last Berzerker Supreme Grandmaster and Inheritor of the Horned Helmet, Grandmaster Sven S. Svensson!

This phenomenal instructional series contains the following groundbreaking DVDs:
ADVANCED BERZERKER™ 1: Viking Anger Management - How to Build Up a Berzerker Frenzy ($69.95)
ADVANCED BERZERKER™ 2: Defeating the Weak - How to Defeat any other Martial Art ($69.95)
ADVANCED BERZERKER™ 3: Berzerker Dirty Fighting Tactics - Hit First, Hit Hard, Hit From Behind! ($69.95)

Related internet goodness, and the source of the above image, is The Book of Were-Wolfes by the magnificently named Sabine Baring-Gould. Vampires kick werewolf ass, btw.

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Corenell vs Lisa Marie Experience: Keep On Jumping

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Parental Guidance Suggested

Online Dating

Given my reputation for cheesecake and frivolity, I confess I am a little disappointed by this result. This vexing news arrives via the satisfyingly NC-17 rated Villainous Company.

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June 26, 2007

Epica: Feint/Run for a fall/Memories


Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:09 AM

Even if He says so Himself

Ricky Gervais discovers the theory of evolution is wrong.

On an obscurely related note: Flea-readers will have noticed I was off-line after 15:35 EST yesterday; this despite/because I had ordered an upgrade to my web-hosting. So that is another premium to "run out of bandwidth" with a week to go in the month and no response from customer service until the next morning. So that is half a day's ad revenue gone and who knows how many frustrated readers with it. Not that I am in this for the money, you understand. This is about the glory.

Now looking for another hosting provider.

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June 25, 2007

Professor Jones


I should have understood how serious was the problem when the Indiana Jones poster disappeared from the grad student office of my anthropology doctoral program. Some committee of my peers had decided the image was inconsistent with the (post)modern discipline, an inaccurate and irresponsible representation of archaeological field practice and sexist to boot. My supervisor, bless, pointed out that tax-payers invest a lot of money in public universities and that anthropology, as a discipline without the obvious immediate return of, say, engineering, should cling to any cool depictions of anthropology as if to a life-raft. We are talking ourselves out of our jobs, he said. He was right.

At least Harrison Ford still kicks ass. He is 65, btw.

For the first time since 1989, Harrison Ford dons the familiar costume on Thursday, June 21, 2007, as the upcoming Indiana Jones adventure begins production under the direction of Steven Spielberg. The new Indiana Jones movie is set in the 1950s and stars Shia LaBeouf, Cate Blanchett, John Hurt, Ray Winstone and Jim Broadbent. The Lucasfilm Ltd. production will be released by Paramount Pictures worldwide on May 22, 2008.

Photo by Steven Spielberg.
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Garmarna: Gamen

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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June 22, 2007

Madness? This. Is. Australia!


The Persians tried to take Australians captive five times before they settled on the Royal Navy as a soft target.

It turns out that Iranian forces made an earlier concerted attempt to seize a boarding party from the Royal Australian Navy. The Australians, though, to quote one military source, "were having none of it". The BBC has been told the Australians re-boarded the vessel they had just searched, aimed their machine guns at the approaching Iranians and warned them to back off, using what was said to be "highly colourful language".

Rantburg comments suggests the following - rumoured - highly colourful language: "Get the f*ck back! Get the f*ck back NOW! Or we'll blow your monkey arses away!"

Well said.

Though all this begs the question as to why various corsairs had not been sent to meet their devil god before the hot-house flowers of Her Majesty's Royal Navy sailed into harm's way. Live and learn. Let us pray Canadians will react with Australian aplomb the next time a black flag appears on the horizon.

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Great Sage Equal of Heaven


Inspired by the coolest thing on television as they were growing up, Gorillaz' Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are staging a circus-opera, Monkey: Journey to the West. Oh, to be in Manchester.

We’re in a converted factory in a south-west suburb of Paris, where the rehearsals for Monkey: Journey to the West resemble a medieval carnival. The building is swarming with acrobats and martial artists, casually spending their down time uni-cycling, juggling, sword-fighting, plate-spinning and walking around on their hands.

Wandering amid this Bacchanalian scene is the opera’s composer, Damon Albarn, occasionally shouting out suggestions as to how the young cast should be singing. In another room, the impish figure of Jamie Hewlett – the cartoonist behind Gorillaz and the opera’s designer – is watching a beefy Chinese acrobat having his head taped over and his face covered in plaster as he is fitted with a huge, cartoonish latex Pigsy mask.

But the calm at the centre of this storm is the opera’s director, Chen Shi-Zheng, a long-haired, soft-voiced figure dressed in black, who presides over the 17 performers as they rehearse the opening scene. As Albarn’s strident oriental funk score blasts out from the PA, the cast come out from the wings. They are playing a tribe of monkeys, leaping around on all fours, shinning up huge poles, banging their chests and picking imaginary bugs off their heads as they whoop and grunt ecstatically. “Don’t be afraid to look foolish,” says Chen in Mandarin. “Use every part of your bodies and keep screaming.”

Sound advice for all occasions. Today on the Beeb has an excellent documentary piece on the subject - I am particularly impressed by the Chinese number magick involved - and Wikipedia offers an extensive backgrounder on the Chinese classic. The Monkey MySpace site has a clip and more pics to set the scene. V. nice for people who enjoy this sort of thing.

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Teriyaki Boyz and Jay Chou: Tokyo Drift

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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June 21, 2007

The Clash: Rock the Casbah

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.*

* And this, of course.

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I wish it was like the Humber Bridge

Jeremy Clarkson reviews the Rolls Royce Phantom. Testify.

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June 20, 2007

Angels to some


I have never wanted a backscratcher as much as I want this H.R. Giger backscratcher.

The H.R. Giger Backscratcher, beautifully sculpted and made of heavy black resin, is over 14 inches in length and comes with an acrylic base. H.R. Giger is best known for his work in the film ALIEN for creating and sculpting many of the creatures from the movie.

Count-down to smart remark from Sadie in 5... 4... 3...

Related: This angel/demon name generator should come in handy for RenFaire parents stuck for a middle name or three. Also useful for naming cats (angel... demon... who are we simians to judge).

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Kamelot feat. Shagrath: March of Mephisto

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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June 19, 2007

Grau de sandice


The Melling Hellcat may be the ultimate supercar.

Reading this on your computer screen almost certainly means that you’re sitting down. That’s good because you’re not going to believe the figures on Al Melling’s long-awaited Melling Hellcat supercar: a gut-wrenching 1175bhp and at least 275mph, making it potentially the world’s fastest road-legal production car.

Yes, you did read that right – one thousand one hundred and seventy-five horses at your personal beck-and-call, capable of propelling this two-seater carbon-fibre-reinforced chariot from 0-60mph in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it 2.6sec.

Al Melling explains what he is up to. Impressive. Seriously. But is this the new hypothetical Flea-mobile? It is not. That imaginary honour goes to the BMW Concept Coupé Mille Miglia. Yes, it is German but bear with me until you have seen the videos. Especially the second one; you may want to be alone for that one. They have replaced the break-lights with a dueling scar.

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Ralph Vaughan Williams: Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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June 17, 2007

Dark Knight


The Batman: Still nipple-free and still cooler than Superman.

Ever wonder why movie Batmans rarely turn their horned heads? It's because the cowls of past suits were firmly attached to the neck and shoulders of the costume — necessary to maintain that iconic silhouette and to prevent the actor from moving around inside the mask. The new headpiece — modeled after a motorcycle helmet — is separate from the neck, so star Christian Bale can now swivel his noggin side to side, or nod up and down. ''It was the hardest part of the suit to make,'' says Hemming.

Nice. Oh, and Batman? Those are some ok boots.

Proptastic Update: Sadie writes with news of the Joker's Clown Car. Nice. Filmwad comments:

All in all, looks good: the hasty paintjob is consistent with the Joker's personality, and the car itself looks out of place, but not to the point of campiness. Me gusta.
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Linda: Agoniya

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 06:54 AM

The Brixmis Story

The Germans thought they were there to keep an eye on the Soviets while the Soviets viewed them as part of the team keeping a lid on the Germans. Using apples to measure gun calibres, knicking reactive armour off a tank, making off with an advanced radar Hunt for Red October-style*; I think Brixmis officer has to have been one of the most awesome jobs in history.** More like joining the freaking Dúnedain than boring old MI6. Lots of fresh air and cocking around in defense of liberty. Best to listen as soon as one can; I do not know how long Radio 4 keeps these documentaries on-line.

Jolyon Jenkins tells a little known story of the Cold War. The Brixmis officers were some of the most effective gatherers of military intelligence behind the Iron Curtain, stealing Soviet military hardware and searching East German rubbish dumps for classified information.

* Details on the Havelsee incident are on-line for those Flea-readers who, like me, had never heard of it.
** BRIXMIS standing for the British Commanders'-in-Chief Mission to the Soviet Forces in Germany, established on 16 September, 1946 under the Robertson-Malinin Agreement between the chiefs of staff of the British and Soviet forces in occupied Germany. Much more at the BRIXMIS Association.

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June 15, 2007

Feel the noise


The place: Savage Garden, 550 Queen St. W., Toronto
The time: Thursday, June 28
The event: The musical stylings of Transfer 19, The First Seed, Toronto Noise Company & Ghost of a flea w. the delectable DJ Razorgrrl

There may be dancing.

Doors open at 8:00 and I will be on at 9:00 or thereabouts; so no excuses this is a week-night! Bring hard drinking friends, film/video producers and dangerous women (three-in-one works too).

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Camille Jones/Fedde Le Grande: The Creeps

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Related: Camille Jones, will you marry me?

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Steampunk Monitor

Once again I face a drain on my hypothetical lottery winnings as a steampunk monitor is a must have addition to the aetheric battle zeppelin's entertainment room. This home decor expense arrives via Brass Goggles, commenting:

Oh Mr Von Slatt - you are the internet’s darling today and rightfully so - your monitor conversion is a beautiful item of purest Steampunk, and you are even kind enough to document your methods. From the ingenuity of your button levers, to the sideways thinking in printing out your marble (I’d have stumbled along trying to use feathers and sponges) - you’ve done wonders with it. I’d be greatly surprised if you’re not asked to make these for others (watch out, Mr Datamancer!) because I’m sure most people are like me when they gaze at it and look dissapointedly at their own monitors.

The button levers are a thing of beauty.

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June 14, 2007

Alex Gaudino feat. Crystal Waters: Destination Calabria

One. F*ck off. Hook. Arguably the most Flea-ish video ever (and arguably nsfw). Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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June 13, 2007

For the Love of God


I was less interested to learn of George Michael's supposed interest than to finally see the mother of all paper-weights, Damien Hirst's most extravagant creation and the "most expensive work of art ever", a $99m dollar diamond encrusted skull.

Last year, British artist Damien Hirst promised to create the most expensive work of art ever with "For the Love of God". Now, he is set to reveal this work next month at the appropriately named Beyond Belief exhibition at the White Cube gallery in London. A life-sized, platinum skull encrusted with 8,601 diamonds totaling 1,106.18 carats, the piece is intended to be a celebration of life.

I can think of much better things to celebrate. Presumably Hirst's art-school word-blender was broken. No contest here, btw: Goth.

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Kleerup feat. Robyn: Every Heartbeat

K-punk asks an interesting Borgesian question. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Related: Do check out Rosanna Munter too.

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June 12, 2007

Things will be different


This Grand Theft Auto IV trailer was supposedly produced using the RAGE game engine. Spectacular. I hope they hold on to Philip Glass for more than "Pruitt-Igoe" for the game soundtrack too...

Predictably, New York City officials take exception to all this free publicity; worrying, as usual, more for the care of the simulation than the city.

"It's despicable to glamorize violence in games like these, regardless of how far-fetched the setting may be," said Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly. "The mayor does not support any video game where you earn points for injuring or killing police officers," said Jason Post, a spokesman for Mayor Bloomberg.

"Setting Grand Theft Auto in the safest big city in America would be like setting Halo in Disneyland," said City Councilman Peter Vallone, chairman of the Council's Public Safety Committee.

Because that would not be extremely cool.

In related news: An unexceptional cathedral made far more interesting in its virtuality than ever it had been in its actuality. The Church of England will not sit still for that (hat tip to Mr. Pack).

The Church of England on Sunday asked entertainment giant Sony to apologise and contribute a large donation for featuring a prominent British cathedral in a violent video game. Church officials had earlier accused Sony of using the historic interior of Manchester Cathedral, where memorials for gun crime victims have been held, as the backdrop for parts of the new Playstation 3 game, "Resistance: Fall of Man" without permission.
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Zeraphine: New Year's Day

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 06:53 AM

The Blob

A lake of ooze is moving around under New York City. Blbg Blog observes.

The subterranean Brooklyn blob represents "more than a century’s worth of spills, leaks, and waste dumped by oil companies" – and it's "pooled into a vast underground lake, more than 55 acres wide and up to 25 feet thick." Not only has it infiltrated the region's water supply (don't worry: they pipe water in from the Catskills), but it means you can set the soil on fire.

Which goes to show every cloud has a silver lining.

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June 11, 2007


Now is the time at the Flea when we dance. Seriously.

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Philosophy Major: Anything helps, God bless

With branding and faux urban superpowers we can master those little concatenations that add up into catastrophe or, uhm, apostrophe. Actually, Spin is obscurely satisfying. Besides, we all face Hiro's problems in the end so might as well practice time-travel while the practicing is good.

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June 09, 2007

HMS Pointless

Astute launch.jpg

Perhaps one day when the Astute is renamed Shaheed or Umar bin al-Khattab her weapons will be fired in anger. Until such time, one expects this expense to be in the line of new palace uniforms for Louis XIV or embroidered napkins for a Maginot-themed canteen. Pardon my French. We had a navy, once upon a time.

As The Stupid Shall Be Punished has observed, even the christening was a "launch and naming". It would not do to offend our new insect overlords. How a bishop barged in on the proceedings, let alone how to explain the involvement of beer, I cannot imagine.

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Satarial: Hure Tod

It is difficult for me to express how much I wish I was responsible for this. Basically I could just die; my work would be complete.* Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

* Because of the awesome.

Posted by the Flea at 06:04 PM

I know why the caged bird sings

For all the grotesque hyperbole of what passes for news in a culture bound for the abyss it is somewhat astonishing the salient issue should have been overlooked: Who is to play Paris Hilton in the television adaptation of her trial and incarceration? My opening bid is Mischa Barton. If the deal gets hung up on points for a couple years; Dakota Fanning.

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June 08, 2007

Lakeside Plantation


There are times when I ask myself why I have yet to buy enough mansions. I am particularly loving the attic in this special Southern gothic pile; force of habit I expect (via The Wit of the Staircase).

People come and go in the homes of the painter Hunt Slonem, both the quick and the dead. There’s the handyman, who’s brought a stray cat that’s been screaming its head off all morning; the antique picker who has spread his wares outside; the friends who have stopped by to visit Mr. Slonem in his latest acquisition, an 1832 plantation house called Lakeside, pink if you please, as surprising in this community of shoebox houses as an aged diva in a pink organdy dress at McDonald’s. Also as indifferent, inasmuch as a house can be indifferent, to the bruising of time.

The next two paragraphs feature ooey gooey and a voodoo head found in a third floor ceiling: Just my cup of tea (and especially not to miss the slide show). Hunt Slonem's work can be found by invoking a clicking sound in the inter-aether. His birds and butterflies also bought him Albania and Edgewood Terrace, better known as the Cordts Mansion, too.

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Untoten: Nibelungen Treue

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 06:53 AM

Tragically misguided

Celia Walden considers repeat denim-offenders and the abomination that is ''dress-down Fridays''; casual Fridays to North American Flea-readers (hat tip to the Parental Units of the Flea).

I cried when I read yesterday's prediction that Brits are set to buy 86 million pairs of jeans by the end of this year, spending an estimated £1.5 billion. Why? Because a large proportion of them will be sold to men, and they will get it wrong. I don't mean wrong in a laughable, inoffensive way - I mean deeply, philosophically and ethically wrong.

As I type these words it is a somewhat humid Friday* and I am dressed casually having foregone a blazer and sticking to a shirt and tie with waistcoat, Oxfords and a black dress trouser with narrow stripe (by Donna Karan). If I cannot be sat on a veranda with gin-and-tonic in one hand and the King James in the other I shall not at least descend into the Darkness that is denim. Not that this sartorial Rorke's Drift is held without a cost; the nurses seem strangely eager to convince me jeans are a Friday necessity.

* Written, as it was, last Friday.

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June 07, 2007

Once upon a time


Tim Burton is reported to be in negotiations to make a biopic* about the life together of Marilyn Manson and Dita von Teese.** Though given their current taxidermy custody difficulties I cannot see negotiations proceeding quickly.

“I'm fascinated by Dita and Marilyn. They're like a living Brothers Grimm fairytale."

* Biopic is a word I avoid thanks to having been exposed to someone who pronounces the word to rhyme with "myopic". The word is pronounced bio-pic, viz a biographical picture. But every time I see the word now I wince.
** To feature in her own film debut in "The Boom Boom Room".

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The Birthday Massacre: Holiday

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June 06, 2007

To Lord Nelson


Gentlemen, to Lord Nelson.

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Metallica: Wherever I May Roam

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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June 05, 2007

For the love of beauty is a deep-seated urge which dates back to the beginning of civilization


It seems impossible that I should somehow have missed a Bela Lugosi classic. It seems inevitable now that Mark of the Vampire should be available in its entirety on the internets.

When a nobleman is murdered, a professor of the occult blames vampires; but not all is what it seems.

This is not a terribly well made film; it certainly lacks the wonder of Tod Browning's earlier masterpiece, Dracula (let alone his awe-inspiring Freaks). But at just over an hour this is well worth the time it takes to see how vampire films had achieved self-parody by 1935. It has all been recycling since then. If it gets a bit much track forward to the last five minutes. As I said: Classic.

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Mortiis: Parasite God

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 06:21 AM

Steam Trek

The glory that is Steam Trek arrives via Brass Goggles who explains:

This is rather amusing indeed! While it has apparently been around the conventions, it was new to me so may still be new to some others - it’s a reimagining of Star Trek, named Steam Trek, as if created by someone much like Georges Méliès in 1902 and deeply Steampunk.
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June 04, 2007

Alchemists of Sound


"Alchemists of Sound", a history of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, might be a bit much to watch all at one go at work.* Best have a look at this making of the Doctor Who theme clip in the meantime. This is an early '80s version featuring the gorgeous monster that is the Yamaha CS-80.**

* Parts 2 and 4 feature the brutally hot Delia Derbyshire; no one will blame you if you skip ahead. More from "Blue Veils & Golden Sands" and much else here including two interviews.

Well, I was an excellent studio manager. I was so brilliant at playing LPs of classical music! Some people thought I had some kind of second sight, because there was a programme called Record Review, and they just played tiny extracts from records. And one of the music critics would say, "Look, it's on this side of the LP. I don't know where it is, but it's where the trombones come in." And I'd just hold it up to the light and see the trombones and put the needle down exactly where it was.

** "I watched the C beams glitter" is a Flea riff on Vangelis powered by a brilliant CS-80 emulator.

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Faithless: Crazy English Summer

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Posted by the Flea at 07:17 AM

One moment

Margaret Thatcher addresses the sinking of the Belgrano.

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June 01, 2007

Turning Japanese


I love geeks.
He's a geek isn't he?
Yes. And I love him.

The ongoing amazingness of the internets* means Kelly Osbourne provides weekend viewing if off-season cable lets you down; the Maid Cafe gig features in Episode 1 Part 2. She has an awesome laugh, btw.

Kelly Osbourne embarks on the ultimate working holiday in Japan. Samurai, waitress, Geisha – she can turn her hand to anything on her voyage of discovery.

Not that I should have to point this out but for the sake of clarity and lack of surprises and such: This is not on the same continent as safe for work. Unless you are Kelly Osbourne, obviously. But then what are you doing watching Kelly Osbourne videos in your cubicle in the first place one might ask. On a related note: Japan is utterly baffling to me. Which, I suppose, is the point.

* Yes, YouTube needs to develop better quality control and, probably, a spine.

Posted by the Flea at 06:27 AM | Comments (2)

Frank Chickens: Blue Canary

Many years ago now I made a pilgrimage to the Virgin Megastore - not that I would buy anything there ever again - to find David Sylvian's "Weatherbox" and a copy of "Best of Frank Chickens". Until now I had no idea the latter had ever spawned videos. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.*

* Equally awesomer: We Are Ninja (Not Geisha).

Posted by the Flea at 06:24 AM

Back to the Moon

NASA's moon return animation has the right idea: Package the enterprise as a feature and give the public a trailer to wet the appetite (via things magazine). I cannot say the end result inspires me with confidence or, for that matter, inspires me at all. For one thing, is this the best animation NASA can manage? And if Battlestar Galactica can convey realistic action in space while keeping the diegetic sound to a minimum we hardly need to hear NASA's cheesetastic rockets firing or the unconvincing whir of moon buggy engines.

What this video lacks most, however, is drama. Yes, we have gadgets and, look, it's the Moon! But so what. NASA has given us a (not terribly good) special effects teaser when we need a trailer that tells us - minimally - the genre of the film. For the money this is going to cost I expect the American public will want an Oscar entry.

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