'Some are Born to Endless Night.'
The birth of civilisation at the end of the world; the birth of the world at the end of civilisation. When the second COVID-19 vaccine was given to a British man named William Shakespeare, I couldn't help but laugh. The bookkeeper has retired and we're stuck with the same pages rereading themselves in some jumbled irony. Jarmusch owns it like a scrap-metal king: rock-star vampires and samurai gangsters, his wry anachronisms are less out…
'It's not easy to be a son, Fredo. It's not easy.'
The road to hell is paved with good intentions and Coppola wants to know who laid the bricks. Ancestors are spectral legends, hushed whispers barely outlined in dimmer sepia, as much the faint subterranean trickling beneath Micheal's feet as they are the overcast winter above his head. Not only of another time, the Corleone name was stolen like a hexed torch in a whole other dimension, where all is…
Long as fuck but so inspiring. Brockhampton exemplify what art in 2017 should look like, just a complete unshackling socially and creatively.
I love that it starts in a dark bedroom and ends at a performance to thousands, really shows the meteoric rise the group's found.
Seeing their excitement and energy when making STAR almost made me cry.
