Showing posts with label documentary. Show all posts
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Monday, August 2, 2010

Foto Na Dans is

powerful

courageous

inclusive

authentic

rebellious

transcendental

Touch. Crouch. Pause. Engage. I am a koeksister.



Dear LEX.

Finally got 3G again. Vodacom se sea cable; I am able.

Ah well. So your doccie. Look, you’re probably all excited about it, I realised that from your one-liner reminder to watch or did I watch or what. But I’m afraid to say that Cosmo was right about you. You all.

I mean, you know I fought fucking hard to get you recognised for what you really offer into the SA music scene and psyche with them, right? You didn’t forget? Me against the media machine, pushing for artistic integrity against the profit-driven, uninformed content producers - little me, my heart full, my words whipping. I gained some ground. But you can’t change public perception alone.

Unless you tell the truth. So, ja. Cosmo was right. when that band-whore, jezebel, said. That you are the princes. The PRINCES.

Only Foto, a band which takes music so seriously, could have the piss taken out of them so seriously. Only Foto could pull it off, tongue in cheek, finger in ass, ass in the air, nose no one knows where. It’s hysterical. It’s necessary. It’s every band’s story. But only this band could pull it off at this time. It’s got an excellent script - never heard so many one–liners away from a bar in my life. and a clever narrative. Story, split, join; story. Faultless, when you say Foto and Dans. As an instrument of hype around your album launch, it’s cleverly restrained – no sounds from new album till last two episodes. Like.like.like.

My crits and confusions (maybe get the director/coffee maker to read and respond. But he must come up with a new insult, now. I’m tired of the old ones.)

We lost Clem – I liked his cameo role – the honorary other. (or, the 3rd wheel. I mean! ‘Sixth member’). He could’ve really upped the antiquated clown character. Dirkie is dark, yes, but another funny fuck would’ve balanced him out.

We lost Theuns! (But, my turn to ask, “really?” - Has he done a Hunter and gone fishing?)

Pacing . It got too fast too quickly at the end there. Moved into the reunion concept too suddenly, too late (should have scripted it for the fourth episode), didn’t give the audience time to assimilate. Which, in turn, makes the concept a little less believable; I mean, to those who willingly suspend reality online. Tight as it is. Coz you know it’s still the territory of stage and cinema, largely. I would have introduced the reunion at the very beginning of the fourth episode, developed the dialogue around that more slowly, and tied it up to the opening dialogue (ideals, etc). I also would have tied in the lost characters with the extra time this would’ve given me. you. them. us.

Bottom line . I mean. Top note. Ek love dit.

I can’t wait to hear the album. I’m coming over to listen with you. With apple juice.

jezebel

p.s. such sheer, Smokey- blue eyes from the Skype clip in ladyboyland. You weren’t… meditating, were you?!



die (in)vloed

episode 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBDeZzjp8SM

episode 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAKacX-UYNk

episode 3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-OcoN9u1Wk

episode 4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YG92UUtNkcU

episode 5 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YXLfESlRI8


Sunday, October 25, 2009

equal time




isochronous is the better way to spend a weekend.

inspired, intelligent, enthusiastic and sincere, they embody the many meanings of their band name. best of all, it's members are more articulate about their art than most and ready to rock along with the rest of us. They look good under flashing lights, and better in daylight, and their one-liners last a lifetime. in case you think they're beyond the blessings of bullshit, they talk as much kak as they do complex theory, and they know that the word play means 'fun' before it means 'refine'...

so until the content from a day's shoot and a night's shooters is ready for you, therefore, consider what could well turn out to be Marco's meme:

"we killed god the day we gave him a name"



(and behold franco and alex fingering other people's playthings below...






p.s. if anyone can tell me where those bruises, scratches and burns came from, i'll be grateful... it certainly wasn't from the silky soft beach sand or the easy night air...maybe it was the grass? i definitely don't remember how i got home, but i believe i owe it to Dom...

feeling clever? come back down to earth. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isochronous