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Today’s music video of the day is a tribute to dead artists, remembered dreams, past memories, and lost love. That really is the way the think about music, isn’t it? We don’t think about what a song has to say or any of that stuff. Instead, we think about what we happening the first, second, or hundredth time that we heard it. Music is all about emotion and that emotion is what runs through this video.
Enjoy!
Coming our way from the UK in 2018 and “boasting” a production budget of 30,000 pounds, writer/director Keith R. Robinson’s Sniper Corpse (now available for streaming on Amazon Prime under the closely-related title of Corpse Sniper — I honestly couldn’t tell you if it’s seen a Blu-ray or DVD release) has precisely one chance to make it : put succinctly, it absolutely needs to punch above its weight class.
Certainly, for a flick with no money it attempts to tell a pretty ambitious story : recently-widowed Diane Keely (played with something very much akin to actual professionalism by Eleri Jones — keep your eye out for her in future), whose husband was killed in action, goes searching for his purportedly “missing” remains — and some answers — all the way into the heart of darkness, that “darkness” being embodied by one Dr. Craybrick (Tony Eccles, who delivers a solid performance…
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Robert Louis Stevenson’s venerable 1883 adventure novel TREASURE ISLAND has been filmed over 50 times throughout the years, beginning with a 1918 silent version. There was a 1920 silent starring Charles Ogle (the original screen FRANKENSTEIN monster!) as that dastardly pirate Long John Silver, a 1972 adaptation with Orson Welles, a 1990 TV Movie headlined by Charlton Heston, and even a 1996 Muppet version! Most movie buffs cite Disney’s 1950 film as the definitive screen TREASURE ISLAND, with Bobby Driscoll as young Jim Hawkins and Robert Newton as Long John (and Newton would go on to star in the TV series LONG JOHN SILVER, practically making a career out of playing the infamous fictional buccaneer), but…
…a case can certainly be made for MGM’s star-studded 1934 interpretation of the story, teaming Wallace Beery and Jackie Cooper as Long John and Jim. This was the first talking TREASURE ISLAND, and the…
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by Rudy Nappi
To be honest, when I first heard this song, I assumed that “ride my bike” was a metaphor for something else and a part of my still suspects that it is. I think it can be argued that a song ultimately means whatever the listener chooses it to mean. That’s the collaboration between the artist and the consumer. However, according to an interview that I just read, Maude Latour actually is singing about riding her bike in this song.
Well, okay. That’s fine. I have some issues with bicyclists, mostly because they always seem to get in front of me whenever I’m at a red light and I’m always worried that, when the light turns green, I’m going slam down on the accelerator and run them over before they have a chance to get out of the way. That said, I do like to run and whenever I’m running, I feel the type of exhilaration that this song describes.
The music video, of course, leaves no doubt that the song is actually about a bike. What I like about this video is that LaTour never stop riding and really, what better way is there to survive the end of the world? Keep moving and don’t ask for directions. Instead, draw your own map. Create your own path. That’s what I did and now, I’m very happy to say that it doesn’t even matter that I lost the map a few weeks ago. I’m just going wherever.
Enjoy!
Voyage to the Forgotten Ice World (by Bruce Minney)
Bruce Minney was known as the man who could paint anything. Born in Oakland, California, he graduated from the California School of the Arts in 1946 and quickly made a name for himself as a professional illustrator. He did most of his work in the pulps, doing illustrations and painting covers for every genre imaginable, from science fiction to western to crime to the war stories that appeared in men’s magazines. His illustrations were full of action, with manly men and voluptuous women in exciting and often dangerous situations. He worked prolifically up until his retirement in the 90s, at which point he took up ceramics and sculpting.
Here are just a few of Bruce Minney’s many illustrations:
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This song and video are so optimistic that they almost feel like they should be played at a Marianne Williamson campaign rally.
Listen, we’ve all got a difficult week ahead of us and Monday is always the worst day. So, my hope is that this music video and this song will help you get off to a good start!
Enjoy!
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My reading pile is a bit all over the map these days — some stuff from the current week, some stuff from previous weeks, and some back issues are all vying for my attention (whatever that’s worth). As things shook out, I ended up reading four new “number ones” the other day, and since we talk about “number ones” a hell of a lot in this column and I’m writing it at 5:30 A.M. and have precisely no mental energy to come up with a different theme, we’re gonna stick with what we know —
Batman : Curse Of The White Knight #1 is the start of what I believe to be a six-parter that sees Sean Murphy return to his “alternate universe” Gotham for another go-’round between Batman, a once-again-evil Joker and, I guess, Azrael, this time under the auspices of DC’s purportedly “prestigious” Black Label imprint. Murphy’s art…
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