It's a rainy fall night here in Oakland, but it's morning in the U.K., where Radiohead's e-mail bot has sprung into action and delivered to me a link to the new album, In Rainbows, which is causing music executives around the world to cut themselves with knives.

For about a year, I've been enjoying recordings from the band's summer 2006 tour (including the Berkeley show I attended), across which most of the material on this new album is performed several times. There's this lovely collection of songs I only know by their live versions, because that's all there's been, and now, I get the studio takes. Luscious, I just betcha.

I'll know soon enough. But right now, I'm hating my pokey DSL line. more...

It's a fantastic sort of Friday: one where there's a new Nine Inch Nails album to listen to all day long. Enjoy Year Zero, officially streaming on the World Wide Web in anticipation of its April 17 release.

(Yes, Virginia, it is possible to capture the files retrieved and played by that Flash app, and also possible to convert them to a useful format such as MP3...)

David Lynch insists that his new film, INLAND EMPIRE, is simply about "a woman in touble." I'll say. It's hard to describe what Laura Dern's character goes through over the course of this fantastic and initially grueling three-hour experience, but none of it is anything you ever want to experience yourself, that's for sure. It's like imagining yourself living the life of Henry, the doomed protagonist of Lynch's first feature, Eraserhead. You shudder at the thought. more...

From my inbox:

Richie Unterberger will be presenting and discussing two hours of rare Beatles audio clips, as well as showing a few rare Beatles film clips and discussing and signing his book The Unreleased Beatles: Music and Film, on Wednesday, January 17, from 7:00-9:00pm at the Park Branch of the San Francisco Public Library at 1833 Page Street in San Francisco.

I received a copy of the book as an early birthday gift; it is magnificent. I also attended a similar presentation by Richie last month at the main library in Alameda; it was fantastic.

This is the time of year for rainy Sunday afternoons at matinees, so today I took in The Fountain. I have been waiting for this film for quite some time. The writer-director is Darren Aronofsky, who previously brought us Pi and Requiem For a Dream. The former is completely bizarre and unsettling, the latter about as harsh and brutal and nightmarish a time as I've ever had at the movies. But both proved that Aronofsky is the real deal. He can write, and he can shoot. The Fountain proves that like any artist, Aronofsky can also aim very high, and misfire.

The story we're told spans a thousand years. Five hundred years ago, Hugh Jackman is Spanish conquistador Tomas, and Rachel Weisz his Queen Isabella. She sends him off to New Spain in search of the Fountain of Youth. After much toil and bloodletting, atop a Mayan pyramid he instead finds . . . a tree. And dies. more...

After — only after — you see Borat: Cultural Learnings of America For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, go read Salon's fantastic account of what's real and what's staged in the film.

If you haven't yet been exposed to Sacha Baron Cohen, the comedic dynamo behind Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, it's either because you don't have HBO (where his material airs here in the States), or you don't know anyone British who foisted upon you years ago (before Cohen was known in the States at all) a third-generation VHS copy of several BBC productions by one Ali G, one of Cohen's characters. (I'm in that latter category, myself.) Ali G is a wannabe-gangsta who somehow cons "important people" into interviews; he positions himself as a means for Power to speak to Youth, but instead repeatedly serves as a means for Power to display its own ludicrous shortcomings. (I love the clip of Ali G "interviewing" professional curmudgeon Andy Rooney. In three minutes, Cohen proves Rooney isn't just a curmudgeon, but a genuine asshole.) "Da Ali G Show" has done quite well on HBO, and has been Cohen's entry vehicle in this hemisphere, his previous film (Ali G Indahouse) having been mostly ignored here. more...

According to the St. Petersburg Times, the lyrics Jim Morrison wrote for The Doors' first three albums were largely about his ex, one Mary Werbelow, who has never spoken to the press. Until now.

Morrison has always struck me as one of the twentieth century's great poets in pain*. I've never listened to the three albums in question — I've just got the ubiquitous two-disc "Best of the Doors" compilation — but I've been on quite a classic rock kick lately, so perhaps it's time to finally explore them.

[*A memory: An enchanting and sylphlike girl named Selby introduced me to the phrase "poet in pain" back in college. She described me with those words before adding heaps more pain to the load I already carried at the time. She then danced, awkwardly, out of my life forever. I very likely listened to some of The Doors' darker stuff while I was lamenting her exit.]

A coupla weeks back, the new SFGate CultureBlog had a little writeup on a book called PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings. They offered a snippet that got me intrigued. A sample:

Thousands of things go right for you every day, beginning the moment you wake up. Through some magic you don't fully understand, you're still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you've been unconscious for many hours. The air is a mix of gases that's just right for your body's needs, as it was before you fell asleep. more...

The important reviews are in. Roger Ebert gives Revenge of the Sith three and a half stars, and his review contains this non-spoiler gem:

Because the story leads up to where the original "Star Wars" began, we get to use the immemorial movie phrase, "This is where we came in."

Over in the New York Times, A.O. Scott also has praise for the film, including some interesting notes on the political message (!) it carries. And lastly, in the New Yorker, Anthony Lane does his typical routine of trying to impress you with a snarky and somewhat mean-spirited dismissal of the film. (Lane's work is and has long been that of a complete ass, and the only thing that saves film criticism in the New Yorker these days is that Lane shares his duties with David Denby, who actually writes intelligent, non-spoiler reviews that are often a joy to read.)

Me, I'm a bit embarrassed to admit I have tickets to the midnight showing of Sith when it opens this Thursday. I've never done a midnight premiere before, but this is the last Star Wars film ever (or perhaps not, as Ebert notes), and it seems clear that the mistakes of The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones — both of which I hated — have been left behind. Color me "very excited."

Unbelievably, the Wall Street Journal tackles this topic.

"It was never meant to be yelled at a cool concert — it was meant to be yelled at someone really lame," he says. "If you're going to yell 'Freebird,' yell 'Freebird' at a Jim Nabors concert."

[spotted at The Morning News]

Earlier today, the_lucky_duck asked me a hypothetical question which I shall rephrase thusly:

The Gestapo is enforcing a new rule: Everyone gets to own five (and only five) books, and those five are the only books you ever get to crack open again. (Book sharing will be punishable by death or something. I dunno. Just play along, okay?) So, which five books do you want to have with you for the rest of your days?

A ridiculous question, and one that's perfect to answer on a blog and solicit additional answers to in the comments. My five (at this point in time, anyway):

Finnegans Wake
The Sound and the Fury
The Mezzanine
Stranger In a Strange Land
The Power of Now

Your turn!

John Lennon might have turned 64 years old tomorrow had he not been gunned down in 1980. A new exhibition of his paintings to mark the occassion makes me wish I were in New York. Luckily, the Guardian has some of the images up on the Web.

[spotted at the J-Walk Blog]

It has taken me a few days to decide exactly what it is I have to say about Before Sunrise and Before Sunset, a pair of films by Richard Linklater that absolutely blew my mind this past weekend and immediately landed on my "all-time favorites" list.

Before Sunrise was made in 1995, and may be the best date movie of all time. Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy star as Jesse and Celine, two beautiful early-twentysomethings who meet on a European train. Jesse is headed to Vienna; Celine is traveling onward to Paris, where she is a student. But Jesse persuades Celine to disembark in Vienna and while the night away with him before he catches a morning flight home to the States. They kill time mostly by wandering around the city, talking. And falling in love. more...

Slashdot alerted me to the fact that George Lucas's amazing first film, THX 1138, is finally going to be released on DVD come September. Four days prior, it will hit the big screens in selected cities, and thank the lord, the city I work in has been selected. Unfortunately, the excellent trailer for this release shows that Lucas has done his usual thing and added a whole bunch of CGI imagery, and even entirely new shots. I hope he hasn't screwed things up, but in case he has, I'm glad I have my bootleg disc of the original version of the film.

The official site is kinda confusing to navigate, but is a lot of fun experience-wise if you're familiar with the film.

Tonight, the Berkeley Finnegans Wake Group hit this:

Poor Isa sits a glooming so gleaming in the gloaming; the tincelles a touch tarnished wind no lovelinoise awound her swan's. Hey, lass! Woefear gleam she so glooming, this pooripathete I solde? Her beauman's gone of a cool. Be good enough to symperise. more...

This nine minute video captures a breathtakingly beautiful bit of art that was performed at the Seoul International Cartoon & Animation Festival this past August. The artist is one Ferenc Cako. I just love discovering artists whose work is unlike anything I've ever seen!

[thanks to the_lucky_duck for the link]

I scored 124.5 on the 80's Lyrics Quiz. You see this sort of thing on the Web from time to time, but you never see one this well implemented, or this much fun. Who can beat me? No cheating!

Oh, the memories that can come flooding back just because of one line from one song!

Turns out there is a new version of Donnie Darko, one of my favorite films, in the works. The "Director's Cut" will feature scenes cut from the original version — some that were on the DVD, some that were not. There will also be more eighties music, because now Writer-Director Richard Kelly has more money to buy song rights with. There is something a little weird about a director doing a "Director's Cut" of his first film just a couple years after it came out, and I will approach the new version with some apprehension because I think the original is so nearly perfect (and some of the cut scenes on the DVD were really bad). But I cannot wait to return to Donnie's world and see it from new angles. One thing I am certain will not change is the ending, for it's built into the movie's DNA that it can only end one way. After all, "Every living creature dies alone."

Proper old-school "underground" net.radio is not dead. SomaFM proves it. We're talking commercial-free, fantastic listening here. I frequently mainline their Groove Salad stream during work hours, and have just discovered Beat Blender for nighttime. If you're feeling silly — or better yet, if you aren't feeling silly, but you wouldn't mind it — listen to the Secret Agent stream and pretend you're stuck in an old B-movie. Oodles of fun.

The tunes are amazing, and the tech is righteous: No bitchy-hoggy Real or Windows Media players needed here. Just WinAmp or Foobar2000 or Audion or iTunes or XMMS to decode a simple mp3 stream. Click and listen. (And don't overlook the handy Amazon-linked song histories available at the SomaFM site.)

[Through Groove Salad, the Supreme Beings of Leisure just sang "Nothin' Like Tomorrow" to me. Word.]

There's a new Beatles album coming out in November. I knew this was in the works, but I didn't know the release date or the stupid name they've given it.

I already have un-Spectorized versions of the stuff on Let It Be, and it's all definitely superior to what was originally released back in 1970, but there's still no getting around the fact that the band was not making great music during these sessions. They filled their work environment with anger and acrimony until coming together one last time to craft Abbey Road, where the magic is palpable one last time.

[thanks to AK for the link]

Fifteen years after his death, Robert A. Heinlein's long-lost first novel is being published. Posthumous productions are generally disappointing, but Heinlein, in death, has amazed me before: The uncut edition of Stranger in a Strange Land is one of my all-time favorite reads. (I have what I think is a killer film adaptation rumbling around in my head. Perhaps someday I'll let it pour out.)

New Line has decided to release the extended versions of The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers — previously available only on DVD — to theaters in the weeks leading up to the premiere of the saga's last installment, The Return of the King. Kick ass!

If not, I highly recommend The Bear Went Over the Mountain. Just finished it. Don't think I've ever read anything quite like it. Very funny, and in its own strange way, very, very deep.

The closest thing to it I can think of is Flann O'Brien's The Third Policeman. (What? Never read that? Imagine the product of an early 20th-century Irish Douglas Adams. Drool.)

Today, Beck played the Greek Theater on the campus of my alma mater. It was an absolutely glorious, crystalline summer day. Blue skies. Slight breeze coming in off the bay, making the eucalyptus trees that ring the theater dance. more...