Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

It could be said that I've got a fatalistic outlook on life, but I don't necessarily consider myself superstitious - except when it comes to sports.  The Yankee championship years of 1998-2000 are almost entirely my doing, solely because I would have to pee whenever we needed a big hit.  In recent years my record in the playoffs when I listened to games on the radio was near-perfect.  And now, unfortunately, it seems that I can't watch OR listen to the Yankees (or any other team with a rooting interest) anymore.  While Kath and I got caught up on some DVR'd TV - Sopranos (best episode in years), Antiques Roadshow (Salt Lake City has antiques?) - the Yankees clobbered the Indians with a rookie pitcher on the mound, and the Rangers beat the Thrashers 7-0.   

We also finally got around to watching Children of Men, which had been sitting in its little Netflix sleeve for about 3 weeks before we had a chance to watch it.  

I was glad that Scorcese finally won an Oscar, and to be honest I really liked The Departed - but dear sweet baby jesus, Children of Men is one of the best films I've ever seen.  It's a film that really HAS to be seen more than once (or at least with a pause button at the ready, as we repeatedly paused and rewound just to take in little details, or just to marvel at the camera work).  There is a sequence near the end as Clive Owen escorts his charge down the stairs of a building (if you've seen it you know what I'm talking about) that is as heartbreakingly beautiful as anything I've ever seen, and as I tried to tell Katharine how I felt I nearly started crying.  It's an astonishing film.  I'm sad that I waited so long to see it, but I'm gonna run right out and buy it.

My boy Michael's birthday is today, and this morning he told me he got bootlegs of every Beatles record in its original mono and stereo form, and they are supposedly mindblowing and just destroy the EMI versions - which are the versions that I imagine all of us are familiar with.  He put special emphasis on Sgt. Peppers, which apparently sounds far more psychadelic and crazy in its original mono mix than what's currrently out there.  (By the way, the latest issue of Guitar World - a magazine I've never subscribed to and only bought yesterday on Michael's urging - features a lengthy interview with Geoff Emerick and a track-by-track analysis of some of the recording techniques used on Sgt. Peppers.)

(Also - Guitar World is one of the dumbest magazines I've ever seen.)


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