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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 18, 2021 5:32:49 GMT
You may remember this track from the brilliant 1993 film, Dennis the Menace.
That movie was produced and written by John Hughes (who I love), and features a gorgeous score by Jerry Goldsmith. The movie is currently free to watch through the Tubi app! It stars Walter Matthau and Christopher Lloyd, among others.
As an aside, the score itself is personal for me, because it has a fairly long and involved piece of music during the credits, and one day I realized I could hum the whole thing from memory, and it had never occurred to me that I had that kind of ear and mind for music. Also, this song is killer and it would fit in on the American Graffiti soundtrack.
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Post by Ingram on Jun 18, 2021 21:34:05 GMT
Yes, I remember the 1993 family-comedy Dennis the Menace. Summer of '93, in fact—something of a surreal summer for mainstream Hollywood, spanning from box-office record breakers to financial disasters; from Harrison Ford on the lam to Clint Eastwood in the line of...danger, or something; from Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan playfully romancing in Seattle to Tina and Ike beating the shit outta each other in the back of a limo; from Steven Spielberg doing a movie about genetically recreated dinosaurs to Roger Corman doing a movie about genetically recreated dinosaurs ...and then there was a movie about a dimensional portal beneath Manhattan that leads to a world where humans evolved directly from dinosaurs, chief among them Dennis Hopper.
Jason went to Hell in summer of '93. Pauly Shore went to live on a farm. Stallone jumped off cliffs. Schwarzenegger jumped out of a movie screen. There was yet another sit-comedic stakeout and yet another sit-comedic weekend with a dead guy, at his island resort. There were two urban gangland, African-American semi-classics and there was also The Meteor Man, which is just an African-American classic, period. I'll be damned if there wasn't an African-American star-studded Western, for that matter. In that same summer a killer-whale jumped over a kid while Van Damme punched a rattlesnake in the head; Bette Midler flew on a broomstick while Dan Aykroyd "narfuled the Garthok". There was a lightsaber duel between Lloyd Bridges and Saddam Hussein in the summer of '93. Take a moment with that. Yes, I remember Dennis the (phantom) Menace. Cashing in on the Home Alone craze, either studio execs asked John Hughes or John Hughes looked in the mirror and asked himself, "Hey, you wrote that movie about a precocious little blonde-haired boy who causes mayhem for adults, so just do that again with this forty-year-old news paper comic." Except that Dennis the Menace is actually a better movie in that it foregoes an upper-middle-class, Chicago suburban, Georgian style mansion of a wealthy asshole family that we're meant to like and accept as a representation of the general American existence in favor of an idyllic small town Midwest neighborhood that more honestly embraces a heightened 1950s-esque fantasy to a borderline cartoon effect. Between the two, it was the syrupy, mainstream family-comedy for white audiences that didn't implicitly, obnoxiously impose those of a top third income quintile -- clueless and horrible to each other -- over the rest of us as the new everyday middle-America.
The movie was directed by Nick 'Michael Myers' Castle who worked his way up to such a vanilla crowd-pleaser with similar past endeavors like The Last Starfighter and The Boy Who Could Fly, and likewise here fashioned himself a colorful and technically slick production, one somehow even more squarely targeted to backyard barbecue families, neck-deep in schmaltz and prepubescent slapstick shenanigans. The movie was a commercial success but for whatever reason largely disappeared down the pop-culture memory hole.
As for Hughes, he'd push his luck further the following summer of '94 with Baby's Day Out. Fuck that movie.
Lastly of course is the Jerry Goldsmith score. And you ain't kiddin'. Entire semesters could be spent on Goldsmith's career and seemingly unremitting plethora of unsung scores for mainstream genre film, throughout the 1980s/'90s especially. I have accumulated on compact disc over the years more extended scores from Jerry Goldsmith than I have any other film composer. Shit. I have an import CD for Mr. Baseball. I have his Dennis the Menace end credits track 'Toasted Marshmallow' on a playlist. From, say, 1989 to 1994 Goldsmith's foray into lighthearted PG comedy holds a particular identity I can't quite put my finger on. His suite for I.Q. (also starring Matthau) begins with a doo-wap rendition of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' that is almost embarrassingly retarded until it then becomes oddly infectious ...until about the 3:10 mark where the whole thing wins me over with gushy feel-good enchantment:
His love theme for Matinee sure is teen drive-in dreamy:
And The 'Burbs is across the board a goddamn masterpiece of goofy symphonic world-building:
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 24, 2021 4:05:50 GMT
(Headphones mandatory)
lyrics:
New cities by the sea
Skyscrapers are winking
Some hills are never seen
The universe expanding
We're gazing out to sea
Blue dolphins are singing
Minds swim in ecstasy
Clear planet, ever free
Topaz
Our hearts are traveling faster,
Faster than the speed of love
Straight through a tear in the clouds
Up to the heavens above
Bright ships will sail the seas
Starfishes are spinning
Some hills are never seen
Our universe is expanding
Moonrise upon the sea
Starships are blinking
We'll walk in ecstasy
Clear planet blue and green
Topaz
Our thoughts are traveling faster
Moving beyond the heavens above
Planets pulsating, constellations creating
Voices are guiding me to the cities by the sea
Yes, I see cities by the sea
Deep forests by the sea
Skyscrapers are winking
Some hills are never seen
The universe is expanding
Topaz
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Post by Ingram on Jun 24, 2021 10:17:40 GMT
I oft listen to this before leaving for work.
(American freedom mandatory)
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Post by Subtext Mining on Jun 25, 2021 1:25:03 GMT
I love The B-52s. That is, Kate and Cindy's harmonies. Topaz is a great song.
I recommend Bjork's first group The Sugarcubes. They're kind of Iceland's answer to the B-52s.
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 25, 2021 3:51:25 GMT
I love The B-52s. That is, Kate and Cindy's harmonies. Topaz is a great song. I recommend Bjork's first group The Sugarcubes. They're kind of Iceland's answer to the B-52s. Thank you. It's exactly their harmonies. Incomparable in many senses. Just finished watching Edgar Wright's new Sparks documentary. Weird band. One of my very favorites. |
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 29, 2021 9:42:22 GMT
This song is thought to be a tribute to Star Wars and its bright burning blades.
Lyrics:
The father's son, thy kingdom come, electric ecstasy,
Deliver us from all the fuss and give us sanctuary.
Lead us all into arena, magnificent in death.
Well let us serenade the sinner, we'll follow in his step.
White heat, red hot burns deep, white heat red hot.
The fury songs, venomous wrongs so rich in tragedy,
An overture forever more to senseless victories.
Give to us this day of glory the power and the kill
So we avoid the wrath and all the almighty fire of
White heat, red hot burns deep, white heat red hot.
The heat's hot burns a lot.
Who are not cut out to fight this day will surely fall.
The few who stand to take command forever and ever are men.
Prepare to fight, unsheathe your scythe a ghastly beam of ill
To slice the life with blinding light and seventh dimensional skill.
The centuries of dedication inherited till at last
From years of solar gladiation can only end in
White heat, red hot burns deep, white heat red hot.
The heat's hot burns a lot.
Who are not cut out to fight this day will surely fall.
The few who stand to take command forever and ever are men.
White heat
Red hot
White heat
Red hot
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 29, 2021 12:17:06 GMT
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Post by Ingram on Jun 29, 2021 20:10:01 GMT
Stampid, I see your Judas Priest and raise you one muzak rendition of Toto's Africa:
The ball is in your court, sir. The ball is in your court.
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 29, 2021 20:34:11 GMT
You fool! I've been trained in your 80s nostalgia arts by Count Kajagoogoo! *reveals four appendages wielding the original demo of Kokomo*
(sorry about the sound quality - bet you didn't know that song was a cover - Mike Love is, of course, quite proud of the "Bermuda, Bahama, come on, pretty mama" bit he added lol)
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Post by Ingram on Jun 29, 2021 21:02:35 GMT
You fool! I've been trained in your 80s nostalgia arts by Count Kajagoogoo! *reveals four appendages wielding the original demo of Kokomo* (sorry about the sound quality - bet you didn't know that song was a cover - Mike Love is, of course, quite proud of the "Bermuda, Bahama, come on, pretty mama" bit he added lol) *momentarily caught off guard by unexpected late '80s Caribbean-themed pop for middle-aged timeshare investors -- quickly parries with Jimmy Buffet*
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 29, 2021 21:35:03 GMT
You fool! I've been trained in your 80s nostalgia arts by Count Kajagoogoo! *reveals four appendages wielding the original demo of Kokomo* (sorry about the sound quality - bet you didn't know that song was a cover - Mike Love is, of course, quite proud of the "Bermuda, Bahama, come on, pretty mama" bit he added lol) *momentarily caught off guard by unexpected late '80s Caribbean-themed pop for middle-aged timeshare investors -- quickly parries with Jimmy Buffet*
Cheeseburger or not, you must realize, YOU. ARE. DOOMED. What, you were expecting Manhattan Transfer? |
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Post by Ingram on Jun 29, 2021 21:49:21 GMT
Lord...could this thread get any whiter. I had almost forgotten about The Bobs. Thank you for reminding me. And by "thank you" I really mean the other expression.
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 29, 2021 21:57:48 GMT
Lord...could this thread get any whiter. I had almost forgotten about The Bobs. Thank you for reminding me. And by "thank you" I really mean the other expression.
It was either them or Pat Boone. |
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jun 29, 2021 22:10:51 GMT
Because Caucasians are too damn white.
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Post by Subtext Mining on Jun 29, 2021 23:45:36 GMT
It's funny, in light of all the recent Fett vehicle talk: a couple months ago, after years of not listening to Weezer much, I randomly got their song Slave (a favorite of mine) stuck in my head and have been listening to it fairly regularly since.
From their unjustly maligned, imo, album Maladroit. Which came out just a couple days before AotC, which is why I think I always associate the two.
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jul 1, 2021 5:16:45 GMT
Hopefully, this can extinguish some of the whiteness around here. More Hendrixy goodness.
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Post by Ingram on Jul 1, 2021 6:07:31 GMT
Hopefully, this can extinguish some of the whiteness around here. More Hendrixy goodness.
Hows about we bring balance to the Force... |
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Post by stampidhd280pro on Jul 1, 2021 6:20:14 GMT
Our very own Pyrogenic turned me onto this album.
Lyrics, translated from Japanese:
I broaden the atlas, music
You go up in the piano, music haha
I wait for the moment in which we sing together
I broaden the atlas, music
You go up in the piano, music
I bite an apple, music
You, the “gotogoto” of the train, music haha
I wait for the moment in which we sing together haha
I wait for the moment in which we dance together haha
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Post by Ingram on Jul 1, 2021 7:09:46 GMT
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