Normally I pay no attention whatsoever to the phenomenon known as “Awards Season,” but this is such exciting news, I’m going to have to at least glance at the Oscars this year. I could go on at great length about how much respect I have for Morricone, but it’s already been done by people far greater than I.
Instead of contributing any rational thought and/or logical response to this year’s Pitchfork Year-End lists, I’ll just make baseless accusations about their staff writers and the artists whose juices they’ve been lapping up in this era of overvalued hypebuzz and the inevitable fall to earth that it prefaces. So, bearing that in mind, have you heard that the male Pitchfork staffers like to fellate each other while listening to The Knife? Apparently EIC Ryan Schieber thinks, “We were too young to live through the early Depeche Mode years, so this is like an early-’80s Euro Club Scene for our generation.” Also, Senior News Editor Amy Phillips has a vibrator named Sufjan. And purveyor-of-bad-taste Brendon Stousy is so fat he fell in Brooklyn and broke its hip(ness). Ok, that last one sucked.
As you can tell from the disinterested entry, I’m busy at work trying to take care of some pressing matters concerning the place’s closing in a week. I have been on the phone trying in vain to remove our phone number and address from various lists.
Also, I’m updating via PC, which is process wrought with frustration. It’s easier to just links to news stories and music than to conjure innovative story ideas. I talked to Evan last night for a bit about all our great unfinished sagas. At one point we were tossing movie ideas at the wall to see what stuck. Our best idea (and this isn’t saying much) was an updated version of Citizen Kane based on the life of a deplorable socialite or celebrity (Paris Hilton). We want to call it “Distinguished Lady.”
There were some interesting cinematic techniques discussed, but for now they are just ideas. And they will probably remain as unfinished as all our other dust-covered “great ideas.” Like in 9th grade when we tried to figure out a way to send and receive files between computers in different locales linked by a central server (you know, like Napster, only 2 years before Napster). We should be rich by now.
