Will It Be Singin' In The Rain or Grease 2?
Those are basically the standards, on opposite ends of the quality spectrum, when it comes to musicals. Please let the adaptation of Rent be one of the good ones.
Thoughts and General Ramblings
Those are basically the standards, on opposite ends of the quality spectrum, when it comes to musicals. Please let the adaptation of Rent be one of the good ones.
There's an upcoming movie about the final hours of troubled rock star. It's another hypothetical revisionist history from Gus Van Sant, this time based on Kurt Cobain. It looks pretty good, and it even has a supporting role played by Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon.
On Friday, Lisa and I caught the world premiere of Drive Well, Sleep Carefully, a documentary that follows Death Cab For Cutie during the last few weeks of its Spring, 2004 tour. The film is currently running at The Seattle International Film Festival. Just to get this out of the way, initially I was disappointed that the film didn't cover a longer period of time on the tour. And I was disappointed that it wasn't an insider's view of what happens to bands on tour: no scenes of what's going on in the tour bus; no fights between band members; no perspective from the road crew; no comments from individual fans; no drug or alcohol binges. In fact, save for a few moments (the usual contrasting the way they used to tour -- crammed in a van; inspirations and the song-writing process; the honesty to say that they weren't going to stay with their independent label forever), the interviews with the band didn't provide much insight, keeping us at arm's length. But I realized that this is part of the band's personality: private, low-key, no fuss, business-like, punctual. We did get some glimpses of what the band is like away from the stage and what they do before shows. I particularly liked the scene of playing catch in front of the stage. Guns and Roses, they are not. They're the anti-rockstar band, well-behaved, honest, and unpretentious.
Long live Anne Bancroft.
Pretty amazing couple of nights of concerts this week. Last night, Lisa and I caught Sleater-Kinney at the Moore Theater, where they kicked off their tour in support of their latest album, "The Woods". The Portland, OR trio added a heavier tone on this record, departing slightly from their pop-punk sound. If you listen to it, it has a live feel to it. And that's how it sounds in concert. More distortion and feedback, more improv. You feel Janet Weiss' drum crashes, Carrie Brownstein's extended solos, Corin Tucker's beautiful wail. Corin struggled with some of her vocals last night, so it will be interesting to see if she can make it through this tour. She really takes her voice through the wringer. Before the show, I managed to make it to Sonic Boom Records for an in-store autograph signing. They were all polite and sweet, posing for pictures, and taking the time to speak with the fans that showed up. It was a pretty small turnout at the signing, maybe forty people at the most when I left the store, considering the band's stature. And the show at The Moore didn't sell out, either. Disappointing, but at least we had room to move around. Maybe what kept people away was the stench of Bratwurst the concessions people insist on cooking in the lobby. I told Lisa it smelled like someone pissing on roast beef.