Posts Tagged ‘Death’

My 50 Favorite Albums of 2008: #09

December 29, 2008

Number 09

The background behind what would eventually be the inspiration for Spiritualized’s sixth full-length, Songs In A & E, easily wins for the most bizarre and ultimately triumphant story in music in 2008, at least in my opinion. If some of the songs on the record sound like they are being sung by a man living the last seconds of his life as he writes inside of a desolate hospital room, then Spiritualized have done their job of re-creating a time in a life that had to be extremely devastating. In 2005, frontman Jason Pierce came down with multiple illnesses, including those that started to feast away at his eyelids, then his bronchial area as it all ultimately came to respiratory failure. He was literally staring death in its face, and some of the songs he had been working on in the time prior to spending this extensive time in “(A)ccident (&) (E)mergency” were beginning to come back into his head. Miraculously living through this terrible ordeal, Pierce had later given full consideration to scrapping the idea of focusing on this awful period in his life, and if it hadn’t been for filmmaker Harmony Korine’s encouragement to finish a record revolving around his near-death experience, Songs In A & E would never have been here; and after one listen to this album in full, you’ll be gratfeful he had the courage to make genuine art from all of the madness. It is a sprawling achievement in every sense of the word, and the masterwork that towers above anything Pierce has created in his career to date. May you live a long life, Sir.

1.Harmony 1 (Mellotron)
2.Sweet Talk
3.Death Take Your Fiddle
4.I Gotta Fire
5.Soul On Fire
6.Harmony 2 (Piano)
7.Sitting On Fire
8.Yeah Yeah
9.You Lie You Cheat
10.Harmony 3 (Voice)
11.Baby I’m Just A Fool
12.Don’t Hold Me Close
13.Harmony 4 (The Old Man…)
14.The Waves Crash In
15.Harmony 5 (Accordion)
16.Borrowed Your Gun
17.Harmony 6 (Glockenspiel)
18.Goodnight Goodnight


Some lists, inspired by recent reviews.

June 18, 2008

My 10 Favorite Mark Wahlberg Performances

1.I Heart Huckabees
2.Boogie Nights
3.The Happening
4.Three Kings
5.The Yards
6.The Perfect Storm
7.The Departed
8.The Basketball Diaries
10.We Own the Night

My 5 Favorite Zooey Deschanel Performances

1.All the Real Girls
2.Almost Famous
3.Winter Passing
4.The Happening
5.The Good Girl

My 5 Favorite John Leguizamo Performances

1.Summer of Sam
4.Land of the Dead
5.The Groomsmen

My 3 Favorite M. Might Shyamalan Films

2.The Happening
3.The Sixth Sense

My 2 Favorite Adam Sandler Performances

1.Punch-Drunk Love
2.Reign Over Me

My 10 Favorite John Turturro Performances

1.Barton Fink
2.Box of Moonlight
3.13 Conversations About One Thing
4.The Truce
5.O Brother, Where Art Thou?
6.The Big Lebowski
7.Quiz Show
9.Miller’s Crossing
10.Cradle Will Rock

Father’s Day/Birthday

June 16, 2008

“If I was a Pagan, then I would be one happy motherfucker.”

A quote earlier today from my dad, Mark Ferguson, commenting on the coincidence of his birthday being on the same day as Father’s Day…and displaying, as he does so often, how much he refuses to believe in celebrating them. Or any holiday for that matter, excluding Thanksgiving.

“4/Exact Date Unknown/2008”

May 30, 2008

It has turned into a morning ritual to peel and orange, put it in a ziploc bag and bring it with me to snack on as I drive to work. For the longest time (at least six years, approximately starting at the end of my minor years) I have completely ignored even the thought of breakfast, let alone actually consuming it. I have recently discovered my passion for fresh Valencia oranges and suddenly all is back on track for morning eats, my body thanking me for this thoughtful decision. Anyway, on this particular morning, as I was enjoying one of the tastiest (and messiest) oranges I had eaten in a long time, maybe ever, I passed a slaughtered mess of roadkill on the interstate. It was such a bad case of an animal being dismembered by an automobile (I’m guessing Freightliner interaction) that I couldn’t even make out what it was. Raccoon? Opossum? Something larger, perhaps? I couldn’t tell for sure, for all that was entirely noticeable were the intestines. The coincidence of the timing in which I made eye contact with the strewn-about animal organs on the left side of the interstate was what made this morning such a singularly memorable one.

I was in the midst of the most enjoyable portion of the Valencia, the climax of my breakfast experience, when the inside’s of the unknown creature caught my peripheral attention and for that one moment, my mind transformed me to another place and time altogether. I was in the middle of a mountain forest somewhere far away from central Indiana and most likely distant from this country entirely. I sat alone by a small bonfire that I labored over in its creation hours earlier, staring off into the eye’s of the setting sun. A makeshift rotisserie that was flailing about a few inches above the flames, on it two fox thighs that would be my first meal in a handful of days, maybe more, it’s difficult to know exactly. I’ve never been one to even think about killing something, the most I’d ever murdered being a beetle, nothing to go and try to be distinctive about in round-table conversations any time soon…but I must have hunted down, gutted and skinned this fox, in the panic of survival. I looked down at my bare feet. They were black and I couldn’t feel them. I could barely see them from point-blank distance for that matter. I had never been this frail and thin before. No, I’ve always being the “overweight just a tad” fellow. I would spend the night on a flat rock picking meat out of my beard before I fell asleep, then commencing to dream about “I love you, scar” and things that would give me hope before waking up and realizing that my life will forever be a daily routine of me, myself and a vast, dead end space of mountain air to wither away in. I better hurry, I’m gonna be late for work. I don’t think I want to finish the orange this morning.

An odd day, to say the least.

April 30, 2008

So, as you can so clearly see…I am not really following through on my film reviews as of late. I have had nothing to say or at least write down about the few films I have managed to view lately, including the crushingly disappointing Harold & Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay, but I must say that there was something that happened today that is worth noting.

I was arranging my binder of music I’ve listened to in 2008, when my dad came up behind me and handed me a letter, telling me to open it and see what I thought of it. It was a strange court document, one noting a pending case, and as I looked a little further down the page it read “Deceased – Ferguson, Andrew”. I was immediately sent into a state of awe, as one would expect, and continued on down the page. “Case Status: Pending” was what caught my attention more than anything else on this page, which was an official court document but made absolutely no sense, which goes without saying.

Needless to say, I felt strange all day, constantly assuming someone wanted me dead and imagining that I was a silhouette from somewhere else walking among the living. It was mostly a spark for some seriously funny situations throughout the course of the day though, and at one point I even found myself saying to my dad, “I can’t believe I’m dead. I never imagined myself being able to say that.”

An odd day, to say the least.