Showing posts with label Lana Del Rey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lana Del Rey. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Writing


Writing; it's a hell of a beast. Yes, I meant writing, not writers. Writers are a disparate bunch, but most of those who consider themselves to be writers have this idealized preconceived notion that it's a glamorous way to kill oneself through poverty and acclaim, when it is often one and rarely the other, and almost never done in the spotlight.

The spotlight kills, always has, always will. Not just writers, but thinkers too. Very few revel in it, and most who do do so fort such short periods of time hat it's irrelevant. From a three-movie career (hello, James Dean) to a decade of high-level sports success (Patrick Roy, Wayne Gretzky), they are shooting stars in a world of dead planets.

So, no, this won't be about writers.

The action of sitting down to put thoughts into words drives a few of us to the brink of (in)sanity, usually because it causes us to exist on a parallel plane, one in which we have time to ourselves, one in which we can afford to take a moment and not make a living for a while. Time is often more an enemy than inspiration, which can be triggered. You can't invent hours, make them up from scratch when you've run out - if so, one could harness that skill to create immortality. And yet some dedicate their lives to this... but, of course, I digress. Which I do so often I'm probably an evil mastermind in a poor sci-fi movie.

Where I meant to go was here, to a blog post by Kelly Kay, a friend-of-a-friend I met at an UnPop show I put on three or four years ago, someone I would have liked to get to know better but probably scared instead. Which is fine, because I already have all the friends-I-don't-have-the-time-to-be-around that I can handle.

Like myself, Kelly's a film grad who loves music, particularly of the live variety, and who, in an ideal world, would get paid to write whatever's on her mind. except her mind is twisted, violently, because she spends way too much time over-analyzing stuff like Lana Del Rey as a fictional, built-up character personalizing America; it's at once mesmerizing, compelling and haunting - not the subject matter, but the depth to which she dives into it. It's a heck of an interesting read.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Lana Del Rey Vs Courtney Love

It started with this, a pretty bad live cover of Nirvana's masterpiece Heart-Shaped Box by fame-starved Lana Del Rey:



Then the internet erupted and, as masses tend to do, decided the piece of crap was marvelous. It was not. The crowd went nuts because it recognized the song, not because she made it better or anything.

The only one who seems to have some clarity on the subject is Courney Love when she took to Twitter, but like all things Courtney, it quickly went downhill:


Now, there might be something to be said about picturing Del Rey locked inside Love's ''heart-shaped box... for... weeks'', but I'm sure Kurt Cobain wrote that literally, as in ''it's such a big fucking cave I can't find my way out'' kind of thing.

In any event, I'm glad Courtney's taking the song back from that hack Del Rey. She's bat-shit crazy (well, they probably both are), borderline talentless (again...)... ah, fuck it: only Dave Grohl should sing it now.