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Thursday, December 08, 2016
Bell comes across in the film as a guy haunted about something we don't really know what, depressed and maybe a victim of his own artiness whose death at 27 seems somewhat inevitable. By the end of the movie you're simultaneously bummed thinking of all the great music Chilton and Bell never got to make together, but grateful for what little bit they did. - XMASTIMEGreat article HERE on the tragedy of Chris Bell:
When Chris Bell's death was reported by a local newspaper in 1978, the headline read "Son of local restaurateur, killed at 27." But, Van Duren interjects: "It should have read rock genius."
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Wednesday, December 07, 2016
I had a ticket to see the Pogues with Op but I blew it off for some reason, I assume it was to bang out some strange, and it turned out to be the last show Kirsty Mccoll ever did before getting killed. - XMASTIMEGreat article about one of the greatest Xmas songs ever:
The last thing to say about "Fairytale of New York" is that every single time I really listen to it, by the lyrics "came in eighteen to one," I cry a fat tear. This may sound narrow of me, but if you can't identify with the protagonist, I don't think I want to know you or want you to live in my neighborhood. The longing of "Fairytale" for a better land, for better luck, and for better selves in the midst of vice and failure is nearly liturgical in its construction. In this way it's appropriately a song about the transition from Advent to Christmas, from the trials of waiting, to the bells ringing out.
It's not just a fun song, it's a salve to the soul.
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