Saturday, February 6, 2016

I Was Standing, You Were There

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ike most every teenager in the 1980s I had a copy of the INXS album Kick. It was released in 1987 from the Australian band and it had hit after hit on the radio and MTV. The album went to number three on the U.S. charts and sold over six million copies - it was a big album.

As for me, I liked them at the time, but I didn't fall in love with them. Almost 30 years later, I love their music. The music has aged very well from the 1980s and the band continued on after the death of Michael Hutchence as they released albums up until 2010. The last album he was on was Elegantly Wasted that was released in 1997. 

 

What I remember most about INXS was the beautiful video for Never Tear Us Apart filmed in Prague. Prague is one of those places, like Berlin, that fascinates me.



The video for the song is one of my all-time favorite videos. It's beautiful and it fits the song perfectly. The video was shot by Australian film director Richard Lowenstein. He was a friend of Hutchence and had worked with him before on his 1986 film Dogs In Space starring Hutchence. It is a visually stunning movie about the late 1970s punk scene in Melbourne and you if can find a copy somewhere you should definitely watch it.

Lowenstein likes to use long shots and have the camera move about the scene and you can see that in several places in this video.  The scene at 2:34 in the video where the camera pans the sidewalk below and then sweeps up to the cemetery above and back down to take in the view in the distance is just incredible. I love how we see Hutchence walk into the frame from the right and we follow him across the cemetery for a few moments and then he goes on about his way.

The song was released in August 1988 so one can assume that the video was filmed earlier that year in the winter or early spring.  The entire video was shot on location in Prague, one year before the Velvet Revolution would take place in 1989 and the Communist party was overthrown. Czechoslovakia in the late 1980s was still greatly behind in terms of modern development as was much of Eastern Europe as compared to their western counterparts. Prague was a time capsule filled with grand and decaying beauty covered in gray frosting. The timing of this video captures well what it was like just before the end of a long and depressing Communist reign. Back then Prague and the now Czech Republic wasn't on the tourist circuit as it is today, now everyone talks of visiting the city and being amazed at the beautifully preserved architecture.

I was so enamored by the video I decided to spend the time to try and locate the filming locations in the video and see what might have changed in nearly thirty years. It took me about three hours scouring Google Earth to find all of the locations.
 



This is the location of the opening scene in the video. The camera descends behind the lamp post on the left and a soldier is seen walking on a deserted street in front of the red tiled roof building in the distance.



Next we see Michael Hutchence singing as he walks along some water. This was filmed on an island in the middle of the Vltava River. You can see the bridge and the steeples of the buildings behind him in both photos.




Then there is a brief night shot from the same island. The buildings in the distance were filmed tighter than was it shown in the Google Earth photo.



Then we have the Charles Bridge used as a location. Hutchence is sitting on the same stone wall in the right of the Google Earth photo underneath that lamp post. The wrought iron fences in the right of the photo are still the same as they were in 1988.



Next is the first of two scenes shot at the Prague Castle. You can see the same red tiled roof of the building on the left though it is more covered by trees now. Also there is the same grassy area below and the domed buildings in the distance to the left. This location was the most difficult for me to find as it is across the river in another part of the city from the other locations.



This is the location of the scene that takes place below on the street then sweeps up to the cemetery above and back down to the street again. Reflecting the greatest change is this street where it was once a dark barren place it now features booths selling tourist souvenirs. The cemetery in this scene that Hutchence walks through is now a tourist attraction and is known as the Old Jewish Cemetery.


Then we are back at the Prague Castle for a scene showing these steps.


As the video begins to end Hutchence walks past the astronomical clock. It still looks exactly the same. The clock dates back to 1410, is the third oldest of its kind and the oldest one still in operation today.


The final scene is shot in the Old Town Square of Prague. It is still the same except for the people.

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An overview of the locations used for filming the video.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

See Ya 2015



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s a kid I was addicted to Take It Away, I had to even buy the single on 45 vinyl. I played a lot of vinyl or what we called records back in the 1980s. Hipsters had not come along then with their retro turntables, making some kind of poseur statement yet to sneer at calling vinyl a record.

The funny thing is, I've never been a McCartney fan, he's okay, but I was more of a John Lennon fan and still am today. After Lennon was murdered, McCartney was still relevant and popping out hits on pop radio. I can imagine that Lennon might have been just as successful if he had not been murdered.

The video is interesting as it features the famous actor John Hurt. Hurt is one of my all-time favorite actors. In the video, he plays his role with as much effort as he would a movie and appears to have taken  it just as serious. He tosses out a few smirks which I adore.

Maybe it's the saxophones or the trumpets or the smooth as velvet backing vocals, but this song is still a favorite of mine from the 80s. Hell, maybe I thought McCartney was cute when I was a child. I realize it is possibly strange now, but I definitely had a crush on John Hurt.


Anyway, it's the last day of 2015 and tomorrow we change the number to 2016. I guess it wasn't so bad a year. I walked the streets of several cities, saw some new beaches, climbed a few mountains, watched a lot of damn good movies, read some good books and didn't add too many wrinkles.

So, take it away!


Friday, December 11, 2015

Staring Out The Backdoor

The view from the second floor rear door of my childhood home. Photo early 1990s, by me.


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ith the passage of time and years of music that has passed my ears you forget about bands and songs. Some of them  you really enjoyed at the time, but like names of temporary acquaintances you forget them. Until one day their music pops up as a suggestion on YouTube, a music streaming service or maybe on the radio.



What I Am by Edie Brickell & New Bohemians went as high as number seven on the charts and was a constant on MTV in 1988. I was in high school at the time and this was the time I was in love with Tracy Chapman's megahit Fast Car. There was a folk/earthy sound emerging that was a niche in the rock landscape that was dominated by hair bands. This period was to be brief, but memorable.

 

Chapman had more hits but Edie Brickell & New Bohemians did not. The band never followed up What I Am with another hit song. It was not for a lack of talent, but maybe more that when their next album was released in 1990 the musical landscape was shifting to the Seattle sound. The tides of taste had swept in something else that did not leave much room for their sound.

After the next album (Ghost Of A Dog) flopped I managed to get a copy of it for free. I worked at the distribution center that supplied all the music for Turtles, Record Bar and Tracks. Remember those record stores? I worked for the parent company that was called Super Club Music Corporation.

When we had an oversupply of CDs and cassettes in the warehouse of albums that did not sell, we gave them to the staff as a way to clear shelf space. Sugar was another band that I had liked and got some of their music for free.



The title track from Ghost Of A Dog was my favorite from the 1990 album. It was a simple and short song, but it was the most memorable one for me with its story about a ghost dog.

Ghost Of A Dog was an album that reminds me of staring out the backdoor of my childhood home in the early 1990s, into the sun in the winter pines and being lost in my thoughts. I probably sat down and wrote a few lines of bad poetry immediately afterwards.

Life was simple for me then, not necessarily happy, but it was simple. Sometimes I hear the ghosts of the 90s barking like that dog.



Thursday, November 19, 2015

Falling Backwards

It was the 2007 release of Boxer that introduced me to The National. All of the elements were there for me to fall in love with this band : incredibly smart lyrics, good musicians and the solid dark voice of the lead singer. They were like a combination of dark chocolate, black coffee and cigarettes.

I'll be honest these aren't happy songs but they aren't depressing either. They are emotionally brutal and simultaneously beautiful with lyrics that I have lived to some degree. It's smart music and when I feel like I need to indulge in some sadness I can always listen to them while emotionally falling backwards. The music goes well with putting my feet up on my desk at home and staring out the window.




Pink Rabbits - I love a storm but I don't love lightning, the water is coming up so fast it's frightening.



Lucky You - You're putting on a shirt, a shirt I'll never see. The letters in your coat but no one's in your head. Cos' you're too smart to remember that you're too smart. Lucky you.

Other favorites of mine are Racing Like A Pro and Fake Empire.

Racing Like A Pro has one of my favorite lines in a song ever and I find it so truthfully funny: Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something, sometimes you stay in bed, sometimes you go la-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da until your eyes roll back into your head.

The National sets a mood you don't want to stay in for too long like being in a cave with a candle that is slowing burning down and you need to retreat to daylight or risk being engulfed in darkness.

 

Sunday, November 15, 2015

The Selfie of Merde



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o see how people reacted to the Paris attacks I looked around the web.

Smiling vacation selfies in front of the Eiffel Tower, mindless slogans repeated over and over and nifty graphics incorporating the French flag seem to be the standard internet response. 


Nothing changed with these weak gestures of solidarity as one hundred plus people are unfortunately still dead and blood still stains the streets.

All I see are people trying to make this tragedy about themselves in some twisted narcissistic way. It's like saying I like croissants or I had French food one time at this place, I sat next to a French person one day on the train or had a French pen pal in grade school. It's very silly and self-centered
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I'm sorry I'm a cynical crank I know. On with the show and I'll go sip my coffee and read my copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking while listening to Serge Gainsbourg.


Friday, October 16, 2015

Oscar de la Renta at SCAD FASH

Photo by me, October 2015.
When the Savannah College of Art & Design opened a campus here in Atlanta a few years ago I would never have dreamed they would open a museum dedicated to fashion and photography and then they did this year. I made my first visit a few days ago and found it to be a great addition to the Midtown arts scene. This new museum with rotating exhibitions filled a void that the High Museum was not serving.

A dramatic dress and pose. Photo by me, October 2015.
This was the inaugural exhibition for the museum and it was such a magnificent way to throw open the doors and let the public become better acquainted with the school. Rather than go opening week I decided to let the initial excitement wain just a little and put seeing this show off until two weeks after opening.

Photo by me, October 2015

Photo by me, October 2015

The clothes were exquisite. There were 84 outfits from the Oscar de la Renta line many designed by Oscar himself. The clothes belonged to or were worn by a who's who in fashion including a sable-collared coat from Anna Wintour and a gown of Sarah Jessica Parker's among others. You were able to get up close to them, not touch them mind you, and see the real craftsmanship that goes into one of a kind expensive clothing that isn't the ready to wear stuff of every day life. The quality of the fabric and the details were extraordinary. The outfits were styled with jewelry from Vogue and Kenneth Jay Lane. The entire exhibition was an impeccable collection of fashion and seeing them presented this way in a museum makes you understand that clothes can indeed be art.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Oscar de la Renta was originally born in the Dominican Republic and came to fame designing for First Lady Jackie Kennedy in the 1960s. He designed for Lanvin and Balmain before launching his own line and opening his fashion house. His style was classic beauty with very clean lines that complimented the natural beauty of the women that wore his clothes. He remained active until his death at the age of 82 in late 2014.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Getting up close with the gowns. Photo by me, October 2015.
The outdoor seating area overlooking the city. Photo by me, October 2015.

Now the gallery/museum space itself is interesting in its own right. The space is built into a parking garage on the rear of the SCAD campus. Basically, parking spaces were reclaimed, walled-in and this space was built. It doesn't sound too fashionable, glamorous or trendy but the space is actually very chic. It sits overlooking the Brookwood Split of interstates 75 and 85 in Midtown. From the front of the museum you get one of the better views of the city skyline. There is a patio area with seating outside the front door so one can sit and admire the view before or after seeing the show inside. Inside the gallery space is a comfortable lounge area showing films related to the exhibition and art books (mainly fashion designers) and SCAD related items. Students act as docents and are typically friendly and helpful. They are also there to answer questions and provide you with background information of what you are viewing.

A few more photos from the exhibition.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Photo by me, October 2015.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Athens At Break


The shadows were long and the still skeletal winter trees were projected onto the buildings. I walked in downtown Athens. I was on North Lumpkin Street walking to dinner a couple of days ago. I had arrived on the back roads, coming from an afternoon up in Elbert County.


Athens was quiet, the thousands of University of Georgia students were mostly away on spring break. Only a few students and locals talked on the patios of the bars or hung out next to the Starbucks on the corner of College Avenue and East Broad Street. It was a tame evening for Athens that could have been any other small southern city on a Sunday.


A crane rose to mark the growth of the city. Downtown Athens felt strange without the student population doing anything but studying. It was like staying too late at a party and only the stragglers remain. I like Athens, but I like it more when the student energy is spilled across the sidewalk like cheap beer and bad first dates.


I had hunted for a particular place to eat that was supposed to be open, but even it was closed for spring break. I kept walking looking to try a new place. My reasons for being in Athens  was to eat and have a walk.

I ended up having a nice dinner at some fancy new place. I pondered whether this place was too nice for Athens over my craft chocolate/coffee beer. I felt trendy and hipsterish for a few moments minus one of those strange and unsightly beards.


The kiosk for the Little Free Library was looking barren, especially for a university town.


City Hall looked important as I walked by. The spring warmth faded with the light and the street lamps came on.


The sun set and a jet left contrails in the sky. I departed for Atlanta.