Another Form Of Networked Backup

I’m currently downloading the first Violent Femmes record off Bittorrent. I’m downloading it (or at least, mentioning that I’m downloading it) because I’ve bought it at least once on cassette and twice on CD and it keeps disappearing. The same is true of The Cure’s Disintegration, which I’ve actually bought at least four times and downloaded at least twice.

Personally and professionally? I don’t feel even guilty about this. I’ve bought these albums — but over the years, my copies have vanished and been replaced and vanished again and I just want a copy for my iPod.

What’s your position on this? Is this even technically a violation of copyright?

Wristcutters

Wristcutters: A Love Story is, as of tonight, one of my new favorite films. It’s about a guy named Zia (Patrick Fugit) who commits suicide because his girlfriend left him. He finds himself in a sort of Purgatory, a broke-down, trashy afterlife for suicides. He makes friends with Eugene (Shea Whigham), a Russian singer who committed suicide on stage, and gets a job working in a pizza joint. (Eugene bears more than a passing resemblance to Eugene Hutz, lead singer of Gogol Bordello, who is a friend of the director.)

One day, Zia discovers that his ex-girlfriend has also committed suicide. He and Eugene hit the road, looking for her. Along the way, they meet Mikal (Shannyn Sossamon, whom I have an enormous crush on). She’s trying to find the People In Charge, since — as she keeps insisting — she’s not supposed to be here.

It’s about death and love and friends, and it’s got Tom Waits in it, and it’s really funny and really sweet, and I love it. You should check it out on DVD. I give it four and a half out of five.

New Track – "Terminal Island"

Here’s a new instrumental track for your background listening pleasure, “Terminal Island”. It’s kind of me trying to do Trentemoller/Burial sort of ambient stuff. The melody lines are algorithmically generated and then looped.

It’s a nice little atmospheric piece, named after the island in Long Beach Harbor near where I used to live.

I have dozens of these little pieces on my hard drive, ideas for pop tracks that never went anywhere or just experimentations. Every so often, I just pull one out and shape it roughly into a song. I think of these pieces as sort of the musical equivalent of deleted scenes on a DVD, or b-sides. They’re fun to put together and they sound nice, but they’re not really full-fledged songs in their own right — more musical textures, like motifs from a soundtrack. At some point, I’ll probably put out a collection of them — my own Selected Ambient Works, I suppose.

Sweeney Todd

Capsule review: I fuckin’ hate musicals, but I really liked this one. Reminded me of Brecht. Helena Bonham Carter is still goth hot after all these years. Johnny Depp singing in a Cockney accent is rad. Extremely bloody. Worth watching.