Friday, 13 April 2012
Its not her fault when they call her different
she'd relish the fact that she isn't
one of the girls who'd say they were "in"
she's just cool but a little bit insane.
Her stained fingernails hidden in nail polish black
her mouth could be foul but doesn't hold them back
All she needs is her records of Davis and Coltrane.
Not the songs of the boring and mundane.
She wear her hair long and unkempt
she's got eyes unsure what it meant
sad or angry
She was too cool to care about fashion.
She'd start with mozart over a large cup of coffee black.
Day's she'd be fashionably sensitive
Some days she'd be silent and her mind held back
She'd hate the smell in her hair
Every time the smoke would fill the air
In the quiet pad you'd get to hear
the silence sometimes disturbed by Karoly Doppler
I barely get to see her
and those forlorn eyes
the endless musical critiques and the bitter coffee
and the smell of cigarrettes in her hair
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Salvation – Through the Lens – Opening Bass Line
EXT. CITY - SUNSET.
The city skyline in glorious black and white. Ironic, because we’re supposed to highlight the orange hues of the sunset.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT
A few commuters board. It’s past midnight. The station is about to close and the rail workers are about to go home too.
INT. TRAIN - NIGHT
Lou: Whaddya think?
Stu: Of what?
Lou: The music, asshole.
Stu: You don’t need to cuss,…
Lou: (Interrupts before Stu finishes the sentence) Bitch?
Stu: Female dog would be appropriate. But I was thinking whore.
Lou: Hits him in the head.
Quiet for a few seconds
Stu: It was quite good actually.
Lou: A compliment. From you? I don’t think so.
Stu: It is. I’m giving you one.
Lou: I haven’t shown you “it” yet.
Stu: Well, why ask in the first place?
Lou: Hits him again.
Stu: (Grabs her ass)
Lou: (Punches him this time)
Stu: Alright I give up (laughing). There’s nothing to grab, really. (keeps laughing)
Lou: (She keeps punching him until she got tired) I hate you.
Stu: What happened to that butt workout video?
Lou: ( About to hit him again) I hate you.
Stu: No seriously. I heard the tape in Macy’s apartment.
Lou: I recovered all the stuff in it. It’s all on the computer now. And this is for you. (Hands her a CD).
Stu: For me?
Lou: For Macy. You don’t get any.
Stu: Fuckin’ hell. I was the one who found the tape.
Lou: which you took and it ended up at your girl’s place
Stu: She’s not my girl.
Stu: I’ll give it to her. No worries. Probably in a couple of days. Got to finish some stuff from work. And materials for the next gig.
Lou: At Orange Melvins?
Stu: Yup. On the 29th. With a Jap girl. Endo something.
Lou: Nic Endo. You’re so bad with names! We’re playing there too. John the promoter just buzzed me.
Stu: Me too. Why not form a Superband of sorts.
Lou: Great fucking idea. But I get to pick the name.
Stu: Hey, it was my idea.
Lou: Not anymore.
Stu: Oh fuck. Alright.
Lou: We’ll go over some stuff. Meet you on Tuesday?
Stu: Wait. I’ll be doing some article things with Macy that day.
Lou: We’ll bring her. We’ll have some brew and then some.
Stu: Oh alright.
Went off the train and down the train platforms. They both walk along the sidewalk. Stopped at a small deli. They bought big cups of coffee and continued walking on the sidewalk. Until they reached Lou’s apartment.
Lou: This is me.
Stu: Apartment slash zoo.
Lou: Have you ever bathed in boiling coffee.
Stu: (smiling) Have to go dear. Lots of fucking deadlines to beat. (Kisses her on the cheek)
They hug. And he’s on his way.
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY.
Stu: Oh. Before I forget Lou wants you to have this.
Macy: Tell her thanks.
Stu: You can tell her that later. Unless you have other plans.
Macy: No. No plans. I could show her the article I wrote.
Stu: How come she gets to be on your magazine….
Macy: (Interrupts him) Fanzine
Stu: Fanzine whatever and not my group.
Macy: Quote unquote. We don’t need the extra press. We’d like to stay in the underground and gain our cred that way.
Stu: Who said that?
Macy: You. Sober.
Stu: I did. Did I? Oh well. I wasn’t drunk that time so I couldn’t remember. If I was drunk I could’ve remembered it.
Macy: (Shaking her head. Eyes rolling.)
Macy: Continues walking and Stu tries to follow her.
INT. CAFE - NIGHT.
A loud three way banter ensues.
Stu: I’d love to do a ballet with art noises in the background.
Lou: That’s… I think that could work.
Stu; It’s like classical composers giving it a twist.
Macy: A twisted “Giselle” or “Swan Lake”. We could actually pull it off if there were open minded dancers. Which I think I could find somewhere.
Stu: That’s just a wild idea thrown around. It’s not that serious.
Macy: Well, I am.
Lou: Now you’ve done it, Stu.
Macy: Seriously. You guys have merged art, noises and film. You have critical acclaim. And what’s next.
Stu: The lady has a point. But ballet? Are you serious? From editor to producer? Is this your next gig?
Macy: Stu is just exaggerating.
Lou: Very humble.
Macy: Ballet might be mission impossible. I’ll just finish some stuff get my work published then we’ll get to it.
They continued talking making jokes. A conversation that made sense. They laughed amd laughed.
A WAITER approaches.
Waiter: (Tom Waits Cameo) We're closing now.
Lou: (checks watch) Hey, it's two in the morning!
Stu was busy paying the check. Lou and Macy exchange a warm smile.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Still mad obviously.
Not Mad, Mad. Just mad for an episode. But still mad at you.
I think that would be overreacting.
I could smile.
You look like shit.
Everyone thinks so.
And I haven't properly apologized. Umm I paid ya in full already, did I
No. You still owe me heaps.
Punches him in the shoulder.
Yes. That should cover it.
(offers her hand) For real.
And you're finally admitting that I'm the more brilliant band member.
What the fuck. Who could say no to you?
Did you happen to find that cassette tape of something I made?
Why don't you use a computer like everybody else?
I do. But I taped something and I needed the sample.
I think I have it somewhere.
You didn't burn it or anything?
What am I an ex-boyfriend?
Like a drunken husband.
I didn't burn it. I thought I made it. Hmmm. You're diggin' my stuff.
Unintentional. Similarities to your work are just coincidental. Disclaimer
Like fuck it.
I'm just playing. I couldn't have done it myself.
Well, thank you then. I'm not usually generous with compliments.
Seriously, Do you have it with you?
The tape, asshole.
It's at Macy's.
Macy? You're girlfriend?
No. The one with the fanzine.. webpage.. underground mlaaghah (making funny sounds to finish the sentence.)
(playing) I was jealous for a while.
And how did it end up in her place?
I always crash there. Leave stuff.
And what does her boyfriend say.
How should I know asshole. I mean.. People shouldn't be letting you in their apartments. I mean look at you.
Fuck you. FYI, I'm harmless.
(Sighing) You are dear. You are
I'll drop it off your place. I usually get off at 12. So I'll be there, 12-ish?
Fine. I'll contact you. I'll hunt you down.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Nice gig place. Black is the dominant color. ear splitting noises. not the rock and roll kind. The Throbbing Gristly kind.
I don't know if this would be a nice place for a fucking conversation.
It's quiet now. You don't need to fucking yell.
Just a lull. It would be ear splittingly nice in a jiffy.
But it isn't now.
Why the fuck are we here?
Just need to interview....
Not Lou. That new band.. or monicker.. or whatever
I'll be over there.
Macy continues to wade to the crowd finally meeting up with the band.
I know you. Noise fanzine. Ya giving us an interview?
Probably (smiling). So, what's this shit about?
Noise. Fucking noise.
I heard Crimson and clover somewhere.
Drowned in noise. So that's the beauty of it. You get fucking tired of people gloss-ing up all the time.
Shot of Stu motioning at Macy
What the fuck does he want now?
What? Friend. Part genius part psycho.
He's with that band. Brain Stu. I think.
Haha. (Loud laughter) Lamest band name ever. Fuck. I'll just be there.
Walking over to Stu with the wicked grin.
Brain fucking Stu
Yup. Lame name for a lame band. Weird. It shoud've died by now. maybe we left a fucking impression.
Perhaps. You leave shit wherever you go.
And you're suppose to return it.
Lou wades trough the semi-crowd. Walks towards the two.
Hey fanzine girl. offering her hand. No offense meant. Macy right?
Hello. Seen ya two weeks ago with that other outfit. Not this one.
It's the same one. Anyone can play. People comes and goes. I'm the Mark E. Smith (smirking)
takes a sip of beer from a paper cup.
Hey. I'll just be there. I need a refill.
We'll, that's Stu. Always the sociable one.
Saw you on the drums a while back. Not really sure when.
The drummer days. I still do. You just caught us at the wrong time. I did drums all year last year.
Well. There goes my research.
Why not write for a... I don't know... something..
A magazine.. I am. Pays the bills. I'm doing this for me. The lost art of music journalism.
Rolling Fucking Stone
The band just started their set. Part aircraft noise. Part chain saw. Part Puccini with a singing soprano.
(lips moving) Fucking brilliant.
Lou caught Macy smiling at her. She takes a sip again smiles back. Exchanging half smiles.