from Tuesday, April7th of the year2009.
I have been watching the movie Australia without the sound on for the last two hours and it looks Just Terrible. This is the end of that story. I’m on a plane from Iceland back to New York. Last night, as it was my last in Reykjavík, we all went out for a fancy meal and then out in a kind of epic sense; I lost track but at a certain point we were lured to an apartment with the promise of “live African music,” whatever that means, and instead found a tall composer wearing an orange shawl shuffling across his whitewashed floor. Fair Enough. The meal, though, brought something to the surface that I had noticed but had never really been able to articulate. They totally don’t have “ladies first” in Iceland. It’s weird: most fancy restaurants are totally into the Elaborate and Somewhat 90’s Rituals attendant to Fusiony Dining “” little cups of things, a slightly over-exaggerated wine service, dry ice etc. I ate with Valgeir and Sigga Sunna (male and female), and Valgeir ordered and tasted the wine, and they served me first? My girl Sigga Sunn was wearing, like, a party dress and makeup, too, so, I mean, she was clearly The Lady @ The Table. Weird.
The other totally outrageous thing that’s going on now in Iceland drives me crazy. A bunch of the fancier restaurants have these tasting menus. I usually attempt to perform restauranty things in Icelandic, but I noticed that in the English language menu, they have a Regular Tasting and an Icelandic Tasting. Now, I can understand it if they can focus all of the touristy things that people want to try into one menu ““ puffin, whale, whatever ““ but when I asked them what the difference was between the menus, the answer was that the Icelandic menu consists only of ingredients sourced from Iceland, and the main course in the Regular tasting has Antelope in it. Antelope, are you crazy? This country is about to fall into an ocean of debt and they’re trying to talk about antelope? Super confusing to me. I understand the exciting & exotic appeal of an imported ingredient ““ I et an urchin from Hokkaido the other day in New York ““ but there’s something odd about being able to choose between a locally sourced menu and a not-locally sourced menu.
I am now fully addicted to watching “Make Me A Supermodel;” I don’t have any idea how it even started but now I have, like, an entire hard drive filled with episodes of this shit. It’s kind of amazing. Somebody just did a gay intervention (“don’t say the word gay when you mean ‘bad'”) and just before, these models were walking down the runway holding ducks. Love a model with a duck:
Also love a wholesome blondie male model but hate a turtleneck sweater, wtf:
More importantly, though, I love a title with the first person pronoun in it. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the autobiographical nature of writing music; I’m paraphrasing David Lang, but he said once that the romantic project of composition is inherently narcissistic and autobiographical: if you write a sad, intellectual piece, you’re really saying, “look how sad and intellectual I am;” Lang’s response to this is his wonderful piece Cheating, Lying, Stealing, which in a sense confesses, “I cheat, I lie, I steal.” I’ve always accepted it as an inevitability that writing music was, to a certain extent, a look-at-me gesture (even though I’m not sure that it’s true); I’m entering a weird phase where everything I’m writing wants to be titled super-autobiographically: “I Know What You’re Up To,” “I Need You To Stop Talking,” or “I Know Where Everything Is” or something “” I’m interested to see how this unfolds. Titles are so awkward.
Here is David Lang’s Cheating, Lying, Stealing:
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David Lang Cheating, Lying, Stealing
I assume this is the Bang on the Can All Starz
There’s something so good about those rests. I think about those rests all the time. Also, David Lang is so wonderful. I blogged about The Little Match Girl Passion before (but then I ended up ranting about that hideous article about Joshua Bell in the subway or whatever) ““ but just now listened again to that piece and it really is so good.