marriage, movies, and a review.
I've been married a year! We're 14% of the way to the median marriage duration in the US. I beam with pride!
We saw Lost In Translation this weekend. Decent movie, in that "enjoyable but won't change your life" way. Nice soundtrack. Not sure I needed the 25 minutes of ads and trailers before it started though. Yay I paid to watch hair-dye commercials.
And this Plink review ran in this month's Aiding & Abetting. Group consensus: that's a weird review, but a likable one.
So do you remember the "experimental" new wave bands? The ones that used electronic pop sounds to try and create something utterly new?
Yeah, me neither. I mean, there were bands like Can, but was Can new wave? Yeesh. Don't ask me. In any case, Plink sounds a lot like the early goth new wave bands (say, the Mission) with everything stripped down to its bare essence: minimalist rhythms, the occasional keyboard wash and ethereal vocals. And boy, is this stuff seductive.
Not in a "I'm gonna make love to you, woman" kinda way. More of an intellectual seduction, a sly, slinky wit that slowly deceives your brain into believing that Plink is actually doing more than it is. There is the illusion of greatness here. It's an illusion that's truly tough to break.
In the end, this house of cards stands. The foundation is rock solid, and even if the walls might be paper thin, they're decorated with the most beautiful patterns imaginable. I'm entranced.