Monday, May 21, 2007

You Laughed At My Jokes But Not At My Scheming

"...you called me the boy who couldn't stop dreaming." Sometimes I feel like Dan Treacy. No, when I think about it... not really! On Thursday it was Electric Honey's single launch at the Oran Mor. Any owner of a Tigermilk should know that Electric Honey is Stow College's own label and that each year they sign a new band to release a 7". Only in Belle & Sebastian's case, they baked them enough cakes to allow them to make a whole album. Well, they couldn't just have thrown away the rest of the songs now could they? Anyway, the band Electric Honey chose this year was Wake the President from Glasgow - masterminded by twins Erik and Björn Sandberg (and no, they're not Swedish). It's a double a-side with "Sorrows For Clothes" and "Mail Alice", you can hear both on their website. But if you think "myspace fucking sucks", who'll get to hear "Sorrows For Clothes" on the radio show anyway. It was a nice gig, but the lead guitar was a bit quiet. Wake the President were followed by The Bluebells. I thought "no, it can't be THOSE Bluebells!". But it was the ancient Scottish chart-toppers from the 80's. They were funny. But more in a laughing at than with way.


On Sunday it was the premiere of Monorail's new Film Club at the Glasgow Film Theatre. They were screening Masculin Féminin by Godard, and it was presented by Stephen, who introduced himself as 'a musician'. Before it they also screen what I think was Godard's first short, All Boys Are Called Patrick, on which he collaborated with Truffaut and which was simply amazing. It was cool to see so many people had turned up just because it was arranged by Monorail! Otherwise the average audience for a Godard screening would be about fifteen, I guess. Or fifteen and a half - to be generous. Next month it's The Last Detail, presented by Stuart Murdoch.

2 comments:

alistair said...

I used to skip out of art school regularly and walk down the hill to the GFT for an afternoon of movies. i watched all kinds of great movies there, pretty much alone, hiding from the world outside. i remember the godard and other french new wave movies most of all. i was always surprised by how few people were there, but i guess they had more important things to do, like working jobs or actually studying what they were meant to be studying. no wonder i came out with a shitty degree. ha ha.

Anonymous said...

I wish there was a cinema showing those old Truffaut and Godard movies in my hometown.

Sadly, there isn't. Even the so-called "alternative" (read less obviously commercial) cinema's nowadays seem to shy away from showing those great movies ...
As for new movies, I seem to read about lots of great real "independent" movies which never even make it in our cinema's, not even those who are supposed to be more alternative.
Everything seems to be dictated by commerce nowadays ... even the so-called "underground" (if that still exists) has given into it ...

And somehow, watching a movie on dvd is not the real deal as far as I'm concerned.

Bart (Belgium)