Wrapping up 2010#3-culture
Hardly any films or music or literature comes to mind as finds of 2010. I think that's because the year was dominated by my personal life-new job, renovations, marriage and becoming a mother.
Do have to join the new century though-am currently listening to a Liz Phair CD I borrowed from the library. The whole purpose of browsing their music collection was to make a new discovery, and instead I am listening to confessional 90s singer/songwriters. Which I DO like, and I do think in general that women are under represented in the music scene and I give blessings to the whole early 90s riot grrl scene for challenging that.... but I just don't find the music that great to listen to whilst at home on a hot early new years eve. Maybe if I was walking down a city street, anticipating a crowded smokey night with friends. (Sorry Liz). Stephen Cummings provided some amusing analysis of current female singer songwriters in Australia, with reference to people such as Sally Seltmann and Clare Bowditch. I can remember having a brief cultural crush on Sally when I read her Christmas wishlist in a December 2010 feature: she wished for quirky things, the likes of which I cannot remember, (but probably similiar to this). but she also described how happy she was to be living back in Sydney and having time to take her toddler daughter swimming in the ocean.
Relied on 2 teenagers & brothers to recommend music-they are big regina spektor fans. My nephews still trust my daft punk recommendation and will admit to no other favourites. They are sad that neither the tron movie (with a DP OMPS) nor the new Narnia movie are appropriate for their age. They also appreciated me putting them onto the home alone movies as they love slapstick. Gus has agreed to spend a day of his summer holidays with me, on the understanding I will help load my Daft Punk songs onto his new Ipod.
I've barely watched films, even though there was lots at The Mercury to interest me, and the films I did catch, weren't that memorable. So the cinema highlight would be Pure Shit, that 70s counterculture piece of Melbourne cinema that serves both as story and social documentary. (And in another bit of synchronicity, Stephen Cummings recommended watching it to understand what Melbourne in the 70s was like...) Instead of watching films I got obsessively into ER, and develped a DVD crush on Luka Kovac, a character singlehandedly responsible for me now understanding where Croatia is geographically located.
Do have to join the new century though-am currently listening to a Liz Phair CD I borrowed from the library. The whole purpose of browsing their music collection was to make a new discovery, and instead I am listening to confessional 90s singer/songwriters. Which I DO like, and I do think in general that women are under represented in the music scene and I give blessings to the whole early 90s riot grrl scene for challenging that.... but I just don't find the music that great to listen to whilst at home on a hot early new years eve. Maybe if I was walking down a city street, anticipating a crowded smokey night with friends. (Sorry Liz). Stephen Cummings provided some amusing analysis of current female singer songwriters in Australia, with reference to people such as Sally Seltmann and Clare Bowditch. I can remember having a brief cultural crush on Sally when I read her Christmas wishlist in a December 2010 feature: she wished for quirky things, the likes of which I cannot remember, (but probably similiar to this). but she also described how happy she was to be living back in Sydney and having time to take her toddler daughter swimming in the ocean.
Relied on 2 teenagers & brothers to recommend music-they are big regina spektor fans. My nephews still trust my daft punk recommendation and will admit to no other favourites. They are sad that neither the tron movie (with a DP OMPS) nor the new Narnia movie are appropriate for their age. They also appreciated me putting them onto the home alone movies as they love slapstick. Gus has agreed to spend a day of his summer holidays with me, on the understanding I will help load my Daft Punk songs onto his new Ipod.
I've barely watched films, even though there was lots at The Mercury to interest me, and the films I did catch, weren't that memorable. So the cinema highlight would be Pure Shit, that 70s counterculture piece of Melbourne cinema that serves both as story and social documentary. (And in another bit of synchronicity, Stephen Cummings recommended watching it to understand what Melbourne in the 70s was like...) Instead of watching films I got obsessively into ER, and develped a DVD crush on Luka Kovac, a character singlehandedly responsible for me now understanding where Croatia is geographically located.
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