After weeks of hype and buildup, “Inception” is finally in theatres. Many people I know rushed to see it this weekend, including myself. And the verdict? Ultimately, mixed. Too much hype? Too slow? Too thick? Except for the last moment, which I won’t reveal here, but I found bothersome – I thought the film was a marvel. Stylistically cool, amazing editing, action that kept you at the edge of your seat, and frequently baffling writing. They just kept raising the stakes until I myself felt like I was experiencing everything with the characters. Most of all though, I was impressed by the richness of the world Nolan creates. What would the plane of your subconscious look like? Who would be in there? What would they do? He thoroughly and creatively capitalizes on dream experiences we’ve all had to answer those questions and set the rules – having a dream within a dream, waking up from the sensation of falling, etc.
Right before I went into the film, I found myself struggling with the last few songs on this nightmare mixtape. It was a hard one, especially since a week before even starting it the perfect nightmare song fell into my lap via Strangers in Stereo. It was “Cola” by Beaty Heart and it fit all my criteria: dreamy, strange and builds into a terrifying climax. But then I couldn’t find anything to match it. First off, I had a hard time finding songs about nightmares that sounded the way I wanted. Tonally I didn’t want to go too electro, or veer into noise rock, or into ambient shoegaze – though I was tempted. I sought the artists that represented the cross section of all three. If you know any seriously let me know, because I had an impossible time.
If the fact that my last mixtape included tracks from both Journey AND The Backstreet Boys didn’t reveal me to be a huge nerd, then I’m about to blow my cover now: this past April I actually left my apartment in Silverlake – Los Angeles hipster music mecca – and moved completely across town into a house a mile away from the beach. AND I LOVE IT. Yeah, it’s much farther to get to most shows, and a much more painful drive home when I head east on weeknights, but I moved to be closer to my job in Santa Monica and in that regard it’s a total win.
I also love living in a house. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two floors. I love my huge living room and kitchen. I love having a front yard. I love my tiny room, which is almost completely become my own personal magical music happy land. Currently though, I’m especially loving my back patio. I want to paint the walls. I want to buy cute vintage patio furniture. And I want to garden.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have an embarrassingly deep love for all things Peter Pan. When I was little I only wore floral, frilly nightgowns and kept my slippers next to the bed at all times just so I would always be prepared if Peter came one to whisk me away. No matter how old I get I will always ride “Peter Pan’s Flight” at Disney, and will cry at any movie with the general theme of growing up / loss of childhood innocence. And I mean CRY.
If you’re an LA denizen and you haven’t heard of Mystery Claws, you will soon. Comprised of rockers Julia Bembenek and Matt Kivel (Princeton) and featuring drummer Stella Mozgawa (Warpaint), the band’s first single, “Flashlights” premiered on Stereogum late April and now their debut album Hydaspia (on Easter Everywhere Records) is on the market.
In the spirit of the season, band member Julia Bembenek was kind enough to throw together a BBQ mixtape for Tadpole Audio. I grabbed a meal with her a few days before their kickin’ record release party this past weekend at Pehrspace to chat about it…
I know, I know. This might seem like a random third choice here. Dance party and cocktail lounge are polar opposites. There are a plethora of other options I could have gone with. Bachelorette Party, Office Holiday Party, Sweet Sixteen. You can dance AND lounge to The Beach Boys so couldn’t they go into either of the other playlists? How does that classify a separate genre? So on and so forth.
Cool it. The answer is easy: POOL PARTIES ARE AWESOME. Who doesn’t have a wonderful memory from their youth of splashing around with an inflatable whale or inner tube? Besides, summer is only a month or so away. Even in LA where it’s temperate year round we can’t wait – 65 degrees is too cold to prance around in a bathing suit no matter where you are. Now that May is almost halfway over I can almost taste those Arnold Palmers and feel the warm breeze while kicking back on a chaise lounge. The sweetness made ever so much better by an excellent soundtrack. Ah….