Kazhes pierakstu burtnīca

This is the music of my youth. So I will say when I`m 64. Until then I`ll say - this is the music of my last years at school. I remember how I wanted to see the Apes live for it was considered cool to listen to this kind of music. And I wasn`t a particulary cool person with a high level of popularity at school. Chicks didn`t like me, guys didn`t like me (for I`m not gay) and I was depressed all the time. Well, maybe not, but I still was some kind of a "Napoleon Dynamite" character. By saying all this I don`t mean to tell that now I`ve become a super-duper cheerleader-captain (if were are male cheerleaders) and that everybody loves Raymond. But at least I have become a mentally calmer person with less nervous breakdowns and suicide attempts (you`re free to interpret this sentence any way you like).

Es nevaru beigt brīnīties par Elisu Kūperu - sasodīts, cik viņš savulaik bija labs! Patiešām neticās! Pirmo reizi klausoties, šis ieraksts man likta pateikt - hā! rekur viņš beidzot savā it kā labākajā periodā ir ierakstījis nebūt ne lielisku albūmu, bet, pie joda, tā nav taisnība! Šis albūms ir ļoti pat labs, un vairākas tā dziesmas ir pat pesimisiskākajā gadījumā nosaucamas par īsteni lieliskām. Ko es ar to domāju? Pirmkārt, humora pilno "Prettiest Cop on the Block". Otrkārt, dejojamo "Don`t Talk Old to Me". Treškārt, "Generation Landslide", kurā Kūpers atkal piemin biljonu dolāru mazulītes. Ceturtkārt, disko humoru "Skeletons in my closet". Un visvairāk, protams, es ar to domāju septiņdesmito gadu Elisa stilā veidoto "You Look Good in Rags".

Šo filmu mēs iesākām skatīties pie Lienes jūrmalā pa televizoru, bet tad aizbraucām uz Ķemeriem ar riteņiem, tāpēc filmu vēlāk iedabūju datorā un mēģināju ar to uzmākties N&N, bet N teica, ka viņam riebjoties Žerārs Depardjē un ka šī filma vispār esot sūds (pēc IMDb vērtējuma).

This film was quite big when it came out, but I didn`t watch it back then for I was some 11 years old and I didn`t like films with the word "funeral" in the title. You see, I automatically assumed that such a film would be too depressive for my taste. And I may have been right. But now I`m not 11 anymore, actually I have doubled my age since 1994, so my preferences in a film have also changed. I don`t mind a film if it revolves around four weddings (and a funeral). I don`t mind Hugh Grant`s looks. In fact I`m not so sure anymore about the reasons for me not to like him. So, he is a sugary-sweet good-looking nice guy but why would that bother me? Will I come over as being gay for liking films with good looking actors? If that`s the case I`ll probably only watch Latvian films till the end of my days, just to be sure that no one thinks that I`m gay.

Nu tas ir sāvies. Tuvākajās nedēļās tu bieži dzirdesi mani žēlojamies, ka man ne visai patīk "The Cure" un ka manā kolekcijā ir pārāk daudz viņu ierakstu. Droši vien, tas nebija gudrs lēmums, balstoties uz divām man zināmajām dziesmām - "Boys Don`t Cry" un "Friday, I`m in Love", iegādāties kādus desmit šīs grupas albūmus.

Te nu man jāsaka, ka Frenks Zappa ir droši vien unikālākais cilvēks rokmūzikā. No vienas puses - inteliģents līdz riebumam un gudrs kā es nezinu kas, no otras - reizēm nolaižas līdz zemākā līmeņa vulgaritātēm. No vienas puses - daudzveidīgāks par daudzveidīgu, spēlē visu sākot ar klasisko mūziku un beidzot ar metālu. No otras puses, tu vienmēr atpazīsi, ka tā ir Zappas mūzika - tātad par īpaši daudzveidīgu to nosaukt nevar. No vienas puses - bezgala alternatīvs, no otras puses - popsīgs. Nelietoja narkotikas un aizliedza tās arī saviem grupas biedriem. Ņem tu un saproti šādu cilvēku.

Ok, I am a bit of a fan of Russian (or Eastern European) movies, but I never try to be particulary generous while rating them. This "Mars" film isn`t gonna be big in the West of course, and I`m not really sure whether it was big in the East - although it has Gosha Kutsenko - a famous russian toughguy playing a boxer who`s run away from his sport. He lands in an obscure little town named Marx (which is spelled Marks in Russian) but it`s more like Mars to him than anything else. All people in this town work in a factory that produces stuffed toys and they don`t get money for their work - but fluffy money instead. He meets a girl working in a library and a young man who wants to marry her. Boris (that`s the boxer) doesn`t have to do anything to steal the woman away. But when he leaves she commits suicide. Overall this film isn`t particulary deep and it isn`t particulary interesting. It has its moments though. But at the beginning some of the actors seem to have been prepared for at theatre performance and not a film. But it`s not bad. And I keep contradicting myself. Ok, let`s add the rating and end this discussion for good.

When you take a book from a library just by looking at the cover and the size of the book you can never know whether it`s gonna be any good. On one hand you can accidentally jump into some novel that even Joyce would have considered a masterpiece but you can also find yourself in posession of a complete waste of your time. Jakob Arjouni luckily or luck-killy if you like it better that way proved to be a decent writer. He doesn`t aim too high - what he gives the reader in his novel is just some days in the life of a schoolteacher who had some great plans for the weekend but in the end he must face his son in coma, his daughter suspecting him for being a pervert, his wife has been in a mental hospital for quite a while already but now he`s also very close to losing his job. Oh, his car is crashed, his face is damaged after his son attacked him, a middle age woman called him a stinky anti-semite on the phone and he`s found out that he`s gay. No, the last thing isn`t really true. I just made it up so it would be even prettier than it already was. Anyhow, the book starts with a lesson at school where Joachim Linde (that`s the hero) asks his students to utter how the deeds of nazi-Germany affect the Germany of today. The discussion goes extremely wrong when a girl starts naming some boy`s parents nazis and the boy utters how sad it is that the girls grandparents hadn`t been gased in a concentration camp. And after that everything that hadn`t gone wrong already goes wrong after all. What this book lacked in my opinion was a bit of uncertainity - I would like to have my doubts about how clear Linde`s conscience was, but the author didn`t provide enough of that. A good book still.

"Rush" pamatoti vai nepamatoti uzskata par ievērojamāko otrā viļņa progroka grupu - vienu no tām blicēm, kas nāca kādus trīs-piecus gadus pēc šī mūzikas stila īstās uzziedēšanas un kuras, patiesību sakot, reti īpaši ņem par pilnu. "Rush" šajā ziņā ir izņēmums - to drīzāk pielīdzina lielajām sešdesmito beigās dzimušajām grupām - tādām kā "King Crimson" vai "Yes" un nevis to vienaudžiem - "Styx" vai "Uriah Heep", kas tipiski tiek izsmietas kā pseido progroka grupas.

Tā kā pēdējā laikā lielākā daļa ierakstu šajā faktoīdā ir bijuši izteikti negatīvi (vai vismaz salīdzinoši negatīvi), es varētu pārmaiņas pēc kaut ko paslavēt. Diemžēl šis nebūs tas gadījums - Nadīma Aslāma gramata "Zudušo mīlnieku kartes" nebūt neizrādījās tik burvīga, kā es biju cerējis.