A NASA image of cosmic clouds and stellar winds featuring LL Orionis, interacting with the Orion Nebula flow. Adrift in Orion’s stellar nursery and still in its formative years, variable star LL Orionis produces a wind more energetic than the wind from our own middle-aged Sun. Photograph: NASA/ESA/Hubble Heritage Team
Just think: We’re all living on a tiny blue marble in the middle of things like this.
I keep going back and forth about whether or not to include this book on the list; on the one hand, there’s a chunk of prose in there, but on the other, it’s essentially an art book with commentary. Feel free to make your own decisions, dear reader. I’m also convinced that there’s at least one book that I’ve read in the last month that I’m forgetting, which is just another reminder that I should really make lists of this kind of thing in future.
Nonetheless; you can tell from the Mike Carey books that I’m on the lookout for more light/decompressing reading material. Carey’s “Felix Castor” series of supernatural noir fit the bill – I finished the last two off in three days, all told, they were so easy to get through – but they’re done, now, and I’m off looking for the next thing, whatever that might be. Of the three non-fiction books, Extra Virginity proved to be a particular let down, with the author seeming more interested in establishing his bona fides than actually writing a compelling book, but both Hedy’s Folly and Boss Rove were solid reads. The latter made me want to find out more about the Valerie Plame affair, but I’m shying away from reading the memoirs of anyone actually involved for some reason…
Fireworks are lit at the crematorium to mark the beginning of the cremation of the remains of Cambodia’s late King Norodom Sihanouk, near the Royal Palace in Phnom Penh. Photograph: Nicolas Asfouri/AFP/Getty Images
There’s something wonderfully celebratory about this whole thing. “We’re cremating someone! Time for fireworks!” I feel as if there are lessons I could learn from this attitude to death, and apply them to my general attitude to life.
My big Wired post for the day was this review of House of Cards, the new Netflix-only TV show that was released today. I’m unsure whether I really am happy with it; I feel like I rushed it in order to make deadline, and there are thoughts that I’m not sure I necessarily explained properly (or even explored properly). Nonetheless, there was something… thrilling, almost, in long-form review-writing like that. It’s opportunities for things like that make writing for Wired particularly exciting, and I hope I get to do more of it, to be honest.
A zookeeper prods a person acting as a tranquilized zebra during a drill to practice what to do in the event of an animal escape at the Tama zoo in Tokyo, Japan. Yes, it’s a mad world. Photograph: Toshifumi Kitamura/AFP/Getty Images
A day later than usual thanks to the oddness that was Tuesday – A day which, by the way, has completely thrown off my internal clock for the entire week. Yesterday simultaneously felt like Tuesday and Thursday, and today feels like a Wednesday. God knows what tomorrow will feel like. I’m just holding on until the weekend – here’s this week’s Time essay, about zombies as romantic and sexual leads. Unusually, there was a lot cut out of this one at the last moment (Pretty much as much as made it in, to be honest), but it’s been cut in such a way that there’s not really a worthwhile chunk of “deleted material” for me to run here. When that kind of thing happens, I always wonder just how much I end up overwriting these things…
Street art: pedestrians walk past an office building with a decorative light display in the City of London, on a windy day in the capital. Photograph: Kirsty Wigglesworth/AP
Clearly, someone is trying to hypnotize Londoners as they go about their day for some kind of nefarious scheme, right…?
The odd flip of yesterday, today was insanely busy workwise, with the various delays of yesterday turning into a crush of thingtodo today; at one point, I was writing two articles, rewriting another and being taught about the back-end stuff necessary for me to post to Wired all at the same time, just because everything had to be done by a particular deadline. On the plus side, everything got done in time, and my Wired story was apparently the #1 story on the site after it went up, which was… nice? And an entirely welcome boost to my writerly ego after yesterday’s hurry-up-and-wait bump. These new work rhythms are going to take some time to get used to, I suspect.
No Time link for today, because it’s not going up until later this week, so instead, you get this link to my second (of two) drawings I did for Dylan Todd last week. Those who do not understand Jaxxon… Well, he’s a giant green rabbit who appeared in a Star Wars comic just after the original film. Suffice to say, those who saw him at the time have fond memories.
For those who haven’t heard “Cowboy Song,” you shouldn’t feel too bad; it was essentially hidden away on a movie soundtrack (for a film called Dead Man on Campus which I’ve otherwise never heard of), and stayed in the vaults otherwise until last year’s massive Blur box set reissue that had everything that band had ever released included. It’s a fairly minor song, for the most part, as you can hear for yourself:
Because I know that you’re breathless with anticipation to know, there’re three reasons why this track always makes me think of it as an origin of Gorillaz. First off, the vocals, which showcase Albarn’s two Gorillaz styles for, maybe, the first time in a Blur track (and, therefore, anything that was released): Mumbling-sing-song and Falsetto-whining. I say that as a fan, for what it’s worth, but you know what I mean; Albarn’s Gorillaz vocals tend to be messier, lazier and sloppier than his Blur vocals for the most part – perhaps the Think Tank vocals aside – and this feels like the earliest example of what would later be described as his “2D” vocal persona making a public appearance.
Secondly, there’s the fact that “Cowboy Song” appears to have been constructed after-the-fact in the studio from bits and pieces of other songs, most obviously “All We Want,” a song recorded during the time of the 1997 self-titled Blur album that would eventually show up in 1999 as a b-side for “Tender” (The bass and drums for “Cowboy Song” are, as best I can tell, from “All We Want,” but it’s most obvious at 2:13 of “Cowboy Song,” which starts a section that’s pretty much exactly the same as the portion beginning 0:13 of “All We Want”).
The move from… “traditionally-performed/recorded” songs to something constructed after the fact, for want of a better way of putting it, struck me as the beginnings of the flexibility in Albarn’s mind as a songwriter that felt important to the development of Gorillaz, if that makes sense.
And then, finally, there’s the extended outro of “Cowboy Song,” which in both “outstaying its welcome” value and the appearance of what sounds like a melodica down in the mix, feels particularly reminiscent of the outro to “Clint Eastwood”:
(Seriously, I love “Clint Eastwood,” but that outro is far, far too long.)
Parker wasn’t wrong, though: “Music Is My Radar” does have a lot of proto-Gorillaz in there, in terms of melodica and nonsense lyrics (“Tony Allen got me dancing” also offering foreshadowing to the Albarn/Allen collaborations on The Good, The Bad and The Queen, Rocket Juice and The Moon and Dr. Dee), and the same year’s “Time Keeps on Slipping,” Albarn’s guestshot on Deltron 3030 is even further along the road to the band’s existence, a Gorillaz track in all but name thanks to the Albarn/Del tha Funkee Homosapien/Dan the Automator combination:
The missing link between “Cowboy Song” and these later songs is likely 1999’s “X-Offender,” a remix of the 13 track “Bugman” credited to “Control Freak” – who was, of course, Albarn himself. There’s a mass of future Gorillaz DNA in this one, whether in the faux samba rhythm (and reggae drums in the background), synth bass lines, jazzy piano break (Shades of Gorillaz‘ “Latin Simone”) or the laid back, increasingly meandering lead vocal or harmonized backing vocals.
Think about all of this now, it’s no wonder that I was kind of disappointed with that first Gorillaz album when it came out; it really wasn’t a radical departure from what had come before after all, just more of a sidestep in a direction Albarn had been quietly thinking about for some time…