I don’t think I liked Frozen for the same reasons that everyone else who likes it does. First, I don’t really enjoy the Oscar winning song “Let It Go”. Instead I play “Love Is An Open Door” on repeat at least three times a week.
I think the trolls were pointless. Anna annoys me. Elsa annoys me. Honestly, Olaf and Hans made that movie fun for me. Yup. The snowman and the sneaky, manipulative youngest Prince of the Southern Isles. I don’t think Elsa’s parents teaching her to fear herself and her powers was a good message and was easily some of the worst parenting I’ve seen. And the worst part is that they die so there is never an acknowledgement of the error of their ways, despite the fact that they isolated their own daughter and treated her like a monster. “Conceal, don’t feel” is most likely the beginning mantra of a sociopath.
In whole, I’m not in love with it. I of course appreciate that the “act of true love” wasn’t predictable and was really thoughtful, but that wasn’t enough to make me adore this movie. Olaf getting impaled? Now that was adorable.
Last night I saw HIM in concert at The Fillmore. I had never seen them before, and to say I didn’t have a certain level of expectations would be untrue. When I started listening to HIM, I was 16 years old, very angsty and totally infatuated with pretty boys. Ville Valo was of course no exception. That being said, I went to this show with the hopes of seeing a bare-chested, hip-gyrating Finnish swooner. You know, something like this:
That was not the case. Granted, it has been over 15 years since that photo was taken, so realistically I shouldn’t have held my breath. Despite Ville wearing a cardigan, a scarf, a hat that may have been borrowed by a Newsie, a Beastmilk tee and very tight skinny jeans (that he looked amazing in, I’d like to say), he did not disappoint. His vocals live are just as smooth as they are on his records. The band was flawless. The crowd was pretty mellow. All in all, a great show. I just need to remember that bands I listened to in high school are, like me, much older now.
But let’s be real, Ville Valo is still a very attractive man.
For those in the San Francisco area that did not attend crashfaster‘s album release party last night, you failed. The album was not only performed (amazingly well), it was given away as a free download. I can honestly say that before crashfaster, I never felt that connected to 8bit music, but as was stated on the event info, crashfaster has “[evolved] from a gameboy-wielding solo act into a snarling, four-bodied electro-rock monster”. Their shit is heavy. I promise to write a much more poetic review on the album, but in the meantime, check out their video for “Beacon”.
P.S If you’re wondering why their name isn’t capitalized, it wasn’t on their main page and I feel this is probably an artistic choice. You might not know this (or really care to) but silverchair also never capitalized their name.
Randomly found this adorable Colombian family in my Facebook feed and I’m totally blown away by the cuteness level. They’re called DMK, a Depeche Mode cover band. Check out their dad’s YouTube channel for more covers, and the evolution of their first video to their latest. They really grow as artists in the progression.
When I was a young girl, my father told me stories of how every Halloween, a magical event would happen. People would gather from all over southern California, some from across the country!, just to witness the most wonderful of happenings. Oingo Boingo’s Halloween show. By the time I was old enough to attend, they had stopped. No prayers to the Great Pumpkin seemed to work, until now. And granted it wasn’t exactly what I prayed for, it’s more like when you tell your parents you want the Buster Bunny plush doll that is clearly BLUE, but they get you Babs because she’s pink and has bows in her ears, which are pretty pointless when you think about it. And also, I’m pretty sure I never got a Babs! I think my dad just says that to make himself feel better, because I only remember the Plucky he bought his girlfriend at the time and I obviously remember A LOT. DAD. Ahem, anyway…
I digress. The monumental occasion that is coming to Los Angeles this Halloween is that Danny Elfman will be singing, live, on a stage, for a concert. For reals! I’m not even joking! Unless that link is joking. Is it joking?! Okay, so the bummer is that it’s Tim Burton soundtracks, which is kinda actually cool if you’ve ever wanted to hear Jack Skelington in concert (I have! and thanks dad, for the Jack stuff you get me for Christmas every year). So, still no Oingo Boingo, but maybe this will lead to that! I’m so tempted to sell all my stuff and buy tickets for this, but I fear tickets might be impossible to get at this point. Fingers crossed and more prayers to the Pumpkin that I can go and report back!
I would pay way more than $10 to see this man live, so I can’t be that upset about him charging for his art. I have spent $14 including shipping to get a poster of his face. Though it grants me hours of inspiration, I doubt it is as cost-effective as buying his new album.