21 October 2004

[sundial_life] Woolgathering, 21.10.04

Have listened to the new Duran Duran album Astronaut. As a matter of fact, was priviledged to snap the last available deluxe copy off the shelf at the East Burnside Music Millenium.

You a DD fan? You a "durannie"? Then you need the deluxe version. The package is a 2-CD case; one CD is the album, the other is a DVD containing the new video to the radiolicious single "(Reach Up For The)Sunrise", which is a fine video for a fine song.

But that's not all. The DVD is a clever thing. It is a tour documentary combined with concert footage of the 2004 campaign through England. The clever part is the formatting; the "play all" menu item plays the documentary with the songs in, and the "songs only" item plays the...well, the songs only.

I'll go over the content in a more detailed review soon. Suffice it, for the present, to say that it's 1983 all over again, with a modern finish. If you think of Astronaut as DD's fourth album (with a lot of interesting experimentation starting with Notorious and ending with Pop Trash) then you have the idea, pretty much.

After The Keeeton

It's been an interesting night, in the wrong way. I'm pleasantly numb, but my poor The Wife[tm] kind of went over the deep end. Yes, this cat was that beloved by us.

I could provide details of how she came so wrought, but I've already given up too much in that last sentence. Look at it this way: every remarkable personality that leaves you, that makes you contemplate death and the end of things, has an effect on you. Some people went ape over the death of certain celebrities. Can we be blamed if we go a little frayed around the the edges when we lose a good friend of seventeen years, one who taught us and nourished us as we cared for him?

Even if that someone was a very special grey and white cat?

No comments: