Sunday Singing

On rare occasion I allow my ego to get the best of me. I've been quoted as saying: "I'm a goddamn poet." Exhibit A. An hour and a half of labour both in writing and recording. The vocals are not strong. They will be with time. This one was recorded both guitar and vocals simultaniously as opposed to the previous offering. I think I prefer the new method.

This is an interesting piece. I get the feeling that the filmmaker behind it is one of two things: a) Abruptly afraid of action, or b) Regrets the use of it, but has resigned to the idea that it is a necessary device of the story. I`d bet on the latter. The film reminds me of an orgasm. A slow, albeit tense series of dialogues building up to the ultimate climax. A fire, an explosion . . . the death of Hitler. Sadly, Inglorious Basterds is not an orgasm to my senses.

I am very happy to have found a new audio host.

(Franks)x