Life On Mars?

I checked out the first episode of the 2006 BBC series Life On Mars, which I missed on BBC America and had heard good things about. And indeed, I wasn’t disappointed: judging by the first episode, this looks pretty interesting.

The short version: a Manchester cop named Sam Tyler is tracking a serial killer. Unfortunately, his girlfriend (and fellow police officer) is captured by the killer, who strangles his victims a day after kidnapping them. Driving away from the scene, Sam begins to cry. He pulls over to the side of the road and gets out of his car…and is promptly hit at high speed by another passing vehicle.

He wakes up…only the freeway overpass he was under is gone. The road he was on is gone. He’s wearing a tight leather jacket and a shirt with a butterfly collar, tight bell-bottoms and some sort of ridiculous boots.

Oh, and it’s 1973.

He’s still a cop, and when he turns up at his station — only to discover it full of chain-smoking men with terrible haircuts who look like Monty Python extras — he also finds that his serial killer — the one he’s pursuing in 2006 — has killed a woman in 1973. So can he stop this guy, using the relatively primitive criminology of the time…and keep the killer from murdering his girlfriend, thirty years later?

Good stuff. Sam Tyler is played by John Simm, who did an absolutely kick-ass turn as the Master in last season’s finale of Doctor Who. All in all, this looks pretty promising.

Apparently this is being made into an American series as well, though I’d rather see this version out before checking out the American one. And there’s also a sequel series, called Ashes To Ashes, that’s running now on the BBC.

In The Hanging Garden, No One Sleeps

My lovely lady friend Andie took off to California for the summer, and very kindly agreed to let me use her apartment as a sort of retreat from my own house. She also has a walk-in closet full of clothes, which doubles nicely as a vocal recording booth.

Unfortunately, this has coincided with one of my rare stomach bugs. Not pleasant. You don’t want the details.

So I’m sitting in this darkened, empty apartment listening to The Cure’s Pornography and trying to steel myself to go get some sort of foodstuffs to complement Andie’s extensive collection of pastas and grains. It was 100º today, and I ventured out early in the afternoon to get Gatorade (to replace my electrolytes. Electrolytes are what plants crave.) and I thought I was gonna pass out on the broiling pavement and die.

I feel weak and generally shitty (no pun intended) and my brain seems to be running on impulse power and it’s finally cool enough that I’m maybe willing to venture outside. It’s only about 75º now.

But I like sitting here, with this gloomy, spacy music playing. It’s weird to forget what it’s like to be alone.

Once I’ve got the couple of actual work projects I’m doing right now completed, I’m gonna finish the album here.

Anyway, I don’t even know why I’m posting this, except that I’m bored and my head is spinning.

So. Yeah.

Dead Wasps

Last night at the Beauty Bar, I got a chance to check out Manchester electro band Dead Wasps — and I wasn’t disappointed. They’re a really excellent dance band, and lead singer Hayley is totally rocking the Goldfrapp thing. (I talked to ’em about doing a remix, too…hopefully that will pan out!)

They’re touring the US — mostly West Coast gigs left, I think — and playing the MTV Movie Awards June 1st. Check out their dates and if they’re coming to your town, go see ’em. They have my stamp of approval.

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