Man, I remember when I used to go out of my way to try and find videos without ads to post here. Now they all have ads. Funny thing about that - I've never monetized any of my channels on YT, but the videos with the most hits still get ads. Why? Because, you can't monetize until you have considerably more followers than I have, but if a video gets the hits, YT will monetize it and reap the rewards.
Another one of a thousand instances where I could have just posted Jarvis Cocker's "Cunts Are Still Running the World." Talk about a theme song for the human race, eh?
Anyway, I recently figured out how to add songs to a playlist on Apple Music so they don't take up the home screen, so I'm recreating all the playlists I made on Spotify - which I only ever subscribed to for October and, after the news a few months back, will never sub to again. I started with my gratuitously named, "Proto Music: The Best of 80s Radio And The Archetypal Foundation Of My Head" playlist, which contains all the songs from 80s classic rock radio that made me who I am today. This song is on that playlist. This song is in my head when I write, even if it has been a few years since I last listened to it. This song is a fucking masterpiece without a genre or any comparable peers.
Watch:
With news of Netflix buying HBO, I have to say, I feel like bad things are coming. Maybe I'm still sore at HBO because I had to cancel my subscription last month after having it since 2019. It was probably time anyway, but when I ended up locked out because I share it with my sister and she uses it more than I do, I got pretty pissed when I received an email that basically said, "This isn't your account." I mean, my name is on it! Anyway, I started thinking about whether it would just be cheaper to buy physical copies of what I can't live without and, yep. It is. In HBO's case, I Marie Kondo'd their lineup and realized it's just Doom Patrol and Primal, and I grabbed Doom Patrol complete for about what I was paying for two or three months for a sub I almost never used (no wonder they thought my sister was the owner).
Netflix will no doubt prove more difficult, as they're pretty anti-physical media. I'd suggest that if there's anything you really love on HBO, grab it now, as the same ethos is likely to carry over once the merger is complete.
Anyway, I see a soon-to-be future where I have Shudder and Criterion, nothing else. Speaking of which, I watched Kiyoshi Kurosawa's latest film Cloud this past Friday night, and was pretty blown away. I posted the trailer a while ago, and honestly, you're better off just going in blind, so here's a gnarly poster I found:
I picked up heavy David Cronenberg vibes from this film. There's a subtle thread of foreboding that hangs over an opening hour that will feel drudging to some. Personally, I was enraptured by the minutiae of the main character's life. I took my own advice and went in blind - I never did watch that trailer I previously posted - and really had no idea what this film was about. There's a very scheduled, day-to-day pace that eventually evolves and then begins to ooze with suspense as that invisible dread slowly manifests in a very odd fashion. There are so many head-scratching elements to this film. Yet, not only do all of them work within the context of the story and characters Kurosawa sets up, but, as a whole, Cloud somehow encapsulates an abstract representation of life in 2025.
Read:
Closer to the beginning of the year, I finally began making my way through Weird Walk's beautiful hardcover book, Weird Walk: Wanderings and Wondering Through the British Ritual Year.
The book is divided into four parts by season: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, and I'd fallen into the strategy of picking it up for a chapter a morning during each of the corresponding seasons. I fell off in Autumn, but after a concentrated sprint over the last week, I finally caught up. I wanted to make specific note of one of the entries for Autumn: Ottery St. Mary.
Ottery St. Mary is a town in Devon where every November 5th, the inhabitants hold a ritual where flaming tar barrels are passed from hand to hand through the streets. The origins are apparently unclear, but the thing about this particular entry in the book that struck me is the idea that this all relates back to ancestral memory of fire as an element that helped develop our consciousness into what it is today.
That really strikes a chord. Maybe it's just my propensity for falling into the British idea of "The Haunted Season" with increasing intensity these past two years, but I'm really connecting with this.
Playlist:
Miles Davis - Ascenseur pour l'échafaud
Miles Davis - Sorcerer
Ulver - Liminal Animals
Blut Aus Nord - Memoria Vetusta III: Saturian Poetry
Final Light - Eponymous
Perturbator - Age of Aquarius
Mondo Decay - Nun Gun
Blut Aus Nord - Ethereal Horizons
Fever Ray - Eponymous
Zonal - Eponymous (single)
Zonal - Wrecked
Techno Animal - Re-Entry
GZA - Liquid Swords
Hotei - Shin Jinginaki Tatakai Soshite Sono Eiga Ongaku OST
D'Nell - 1st Magic
Miles Davis - Kind of Blue
Nordicwinter - Whispers of the Frozen Abyss (single)
lords. - Bleeding Out (single)
Faetooth - Labyrinthine
Hangman's Chair - Saddiction
Card:
From Jonathan Grimm's Hand of Doom Tarot, which you can buy HERE.
• Page of Swords
• Five of Cups
• Four of Wands
Lots of imposing vertical lines in this one. On every card. Feels like there's a bit of a progression there, even in the perspective on the cards as they flow from left to right... I'm picking up something, but not sure what. I've never read the cards like this before. Definite movement. Let's look at the cards themselves.
Page or Princess of Swords' inclination toward mental agility juxtaposed with the grief often associated with the five of cups. That's deep emotion that can threaten the stability of the four of wands.
The movement may be a system - a rhythm - of countering the grief. Above, I outlined the cards in the cadence of the traditional three-card pull: center-left-right. Following the left-to-right rhythm, we'd have Grief overcome by mental agility (discipline?) that leads to stability. I'm not entirely sure what the source of the grief is - pondering that gives me a bit of trepediation - but I guess I know how to approach it if and when it rears its head.
