When music wore make-up!

Re-live glitter and glam in Todd Haynes' Velvet Goldmine which takes you to the pump-heeled, blue haired, bi-sexual generation of the 70's.


Inspired by the life and times of David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust, Velvet Goldmine is the story of a Brian Slade whose Maxwell Demon transforms him into one forever, as he loses himself behind his mask of glittering make-up. Kudos to Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who pulls off colour on his face better than i ever will. And for not losing class with the mangina attire.


It's sad that David Bowie didn't really approve of the script so we don't have his venous music. But some tracks are magnifique, with Thom Yorke playing his part as the Venus and the Furs, and Roxy Music, David Gray among the many tuning the soundtrack. Christian Bale, a former loyal glam-rock fan, converts to straight journalism a decade after Brian Slade fakes his death and falls a shooting star. His search for the story rekindles his memories and brings him face-to-face with Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor), the infamous lover of Brian and his comrade in marching rebellion (who was given electroshock therapy as a kid to make him cure his homosexuality). The two make music, love and magic, all together on and off-stage. Which just cures a lot of hopeless-love for me. 

Make-up wins and paints the world red, blue and shiny. (Well, those were the 70's! Now we have Lady Gaga and Nicki MInaj.) 

P.s. the reference to Oscar Wilde throughout tingles my rainbow soul. 

(Jiggy to Ziggyness here)

i found hope in a loveless place

blots

angry people in the local train
angry people inside my brain
angry air running through my nose
angry ammonia making graffiti through his hose
angry feet- size 3- stomping at the candy store
angry knees bullying the new kid for more
angry spit firing the white-wash
angry hair slapping one-another in the mosh




...

sense

"I'll show you the world one breath at a time", she said

Slurs

There are these smoke detectors that hang on the ceiling, looking like alien egg-droppings soon a-coming.
I just stand under, dressed in white, hair messy-wet, face just washed, and yell out a shrilling cry.

2:10

It was bedtime and Mustang had just brushed his teeth. He tucked himself into his furry blanket and turned the fire-fly off.
As he slipped into his merry dreams, he suddenly heard something rumble his tree. Eyes wide, he sat up curved. In the darkness he tried to find some sense. Sniffing gently, he lifted his tail. And slyly and slowly he curved it above his head.
He waited patiently for another sign.
Nothing... nothing...
His tail shot-up straight and pppfffttttttt.... he farted aloud. Sleepy-smiling wickedly. Tail back down, he was just about to tuck back in when she sprang out giggly with her pink ass darting behind her.
As she leaped away, she shot out an air-kiss for him - pink and pungent.
Dreamily he sniffed in the lovely. 

Heart to heart

She said, "Your eyes are always black".
The pupil opens to seize the object of vision.
-Jim Morrison

travel

Every time you look at a star, you look back in time.

:)