December 14, 2013 by musehick
I have been watching some old films that I never got around to seeing before – some from the seventies, and some from earlier on, and one latter day thing that I wish i hadn’t wasted my time on. They make for an interesting visual source of stimulation, and given the tour de force performances by such actors as Jack Lemmon, Shirley MacLaine, and Jack Nicholson, they have real soul … it is something you absorb as you watch them, and have to hope that the diet means your output is of an equal calibre.
I’m reading about music – a lot of different avant garde and fringe musicians in a book called The Wire Primers. Again, the soul, and the thinking behind the work shines through, and inspires.
Add also into the mix Zdzisław Beksiński, who I first found through Coilhouse, and just got reacquainted with through some random blog post, and tonight a new story about a guy living in hell sprang into my mind and demanded to be written. A hell that ties in with an earlier character I conceived of, who has some tangential connection to this story. I decided though that I want to sculpt my own vision of hell that exists a little to the left of what we normally see. I am not sure if I can pull that off, but I want to try, and it currently has a feel of, to me at least, some vast Brian Eno soundscape fed through a Throbbing Gristle filter, with some low down dirty slide blues thrown into the mix.
It will burn slow – I know that much; like watching a fog bank roll out across the water; except this is all dowsed in flames. A new journey always holds so much promise.