Moody Mistress's Journal
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Mood:
Loving: David Tennant
Hating: cleaning
Reading: Doctor Who "Beautiful Chaos"
Music: "Blackpool" soundtrack
Watching: Doctor Who
A Hard Day's Night -
"Sorry we hurt your field, Mister!"
Wanting: a bunch of people whose names start with J...and E
Quote: "Okay...okay. I'm going to freak right out." -Agent Sands
"Oh shit!" -Elvis Costello, playing one wrong note on the piano.
Something Pretty:
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Sunday, March 28, 2004
I'm about to be very, very mean...but hey, it's late. I'm not thinking straight. So I can be forgiven.
Exhibit A:
My Reaction (as presented by Johnny Depp, as he's much more expressive than a smiley):
Exhibit B:
My Reaction (with more help from Monsieur Depp):
See, I can be evil too.
Posted by moodymistress at 3/28/2004 01:32:00 AM |
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Presenting...Me Again It's been a week since I've gone on the computer...a week of 2 hr. car rides, listening to "Armed Forces," and making a friend watch Benny & Joon. And then going to a restaurant and making cherry tomatoes, meatballs, rolls, pickles, and lemons dance on the ends of our forks in traditional Johnny Depp-style.
Oh, and the concert dreams have started. A little over 2 months till I see the Moodies, and the dreams have already started to plague me ( at least they replaced the Secret Window-inspired "Mr. Shooter is coming to shoot you" dreams). Unfortunately, such dreams almost always end up in disaster. Last night's, for example. An usher said that sitting in the first two rows was a privilige, and that we had to show our tickets to her. Somehow my mother lost them (?!). You can probably guess the end of that nightmarish scenario.
Since I posted a picture of Johnny (and some other, insignificant people) I think I should pay homage to the god.
The Blond God, that is. Justin Hayward. (Thanks to Andrea for finding this amazingly gorgeous picture. That's put me off Johnny Depp for a week at least.)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/27/2004 10:50:00 PM |
Monday, March 22, 2004
Confessions of a Johnny Depp fan
Okay. In the past week, I've seen Secret Window three times. Is that what we call "obsession", boys and girls? Yes, I believe it is.
And I have yet another of my famous colds...yet I sat in a freezing movie theatre just to see Johnny smash things. Was it worth it? Well, yeah...
And then I saw Don Juan DeMarco. It's a really sweet movie. And, you get to see Johnny with an open shirt! (Isn't my insight astounding?)
And now for something entirely different...(WARNING: I'm going to gloat.)
In 3 months I get to see this lovely man
and this other lovely man
and some other nice people.
And my seats...are actually good. For the first time, really, truly good. They weren't exactly cheap, but I had help in that area. I would now squeal with joy, but that would kill my throat. So these smilies will sum up: Wheee!!
Posted by moodymistress at 3/22/2004 06:34:00 PM |
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Review, Part 3
Not much left in this...but here it is for your enjoyment...at least I hope you enjoy my silliness.... As for me, I do believe I've been in purgatory all day. Just when you think you've reached the fiery underworld and things can't get worse, they do, and you realise, Oh, no, I'm still floundering around in purgatory. (Not having a good day, you see.)
Moving Mountains Review (Part 3)
"The Best is Yet to Come," like "Who Knows," was arranged by Peter Knight. He was the one who arranged the orchestrations on the Moody Blues's first album, Days of Future Passed. This song features a stellar vocal performance by Justin that practically makes the song. He sings the somewhat-ordinary words masterfully. This ballad, without his voice, may have ended up a bit too obvious. The entire package, however, yields a beautiful, quite touching result.
The Lights are Low is listed on the CD as a bonus track, which is really too bad for all those who have the original album version. This is another number that could arguably be called the album's best. From the very first beat, the mood is set.
The lights are low...
and the music now is slow;
And we ask the night
How can this be wrong and feel so right?
Denied love is not an uncommon theme, but love being "wrong" in some way is unusual for a Haywardian song. This beginning is already intriguing.
Did you ever look in the mirror and see a stranger standing there
Did you ever drive for miles and miles
and wonder how on earth you got yourself there....
This bridge, coming later in the song, holds a sense of being lost and confused. He doesn't know what to do; he believes in the love he feels, yet he shouldn't be feeling it at all.
Before I get into another song analysis, I'm going to sum this up. This song is haunting and very atmospheric with a guitar solo that will send chills down your spine. It's extremely seductive, and it's a song you don't want to miss.
Moving Mountains may not be Justin Hayward's best solo effort, but nonetheless it's my favourite. If you're familiar with his music and are looking to hear more, this is an album I suggest you try. Justin pretty much sums it up in the liner notes: "your part is easy. Just sit back and...well...happy listening."
Posted by moodymistress at 3/18/2004 06:34:00 PM |
Sunday, March 14, 2004
*Sigh*... Trying to get Moody Blues tour information is making me very depressed. I really wish I could go to more than one show a year, but that's never possible. I resemble this smilie now.
Now to try to cheer up...here's a shot from Secret Window (speaking of, I feel very stupid for taking 3 days to realise why they gave him the name "Mort Rainey")
You can stop looking out there Johnny...there's no one there... Unless I decide to stalk you...
(Just kidding...please don't file a restraining order Mr. Depp!)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/14/2004 09:15:00 PM |
I have a confession to make. Over the last three days, I've seen Secret Window twice. Yes, it was a Stephen King movie, and I don't generally like those, but this one I did. It wasn't because of Johnny Depp...well, it wasn't completely because of Johnny Depp. Heck, maybe it was completely because of Johnny Depp. But the point is, this was actually a decent suspense/horror movie. There were even things I picked up on the second time that I missed on the first viewing! (And I ended up spilling my popcorn everywhere, and not noticing until the movie was over. My friend got a good laugh over saying "Oh, Johnny Depp had you hypnotized".)
I have a review (song analysis) to finish, don't I? Here's part 2 of 3. Oh, and here's the album cover.
Moving Mountains Review (Part 2)
The words to the next track, as the title "Goodbye" implies, contrast with "Lost and Found" in that the one he loves has walked away from him. He is alone yet again, left to wonder, in vain, why love ever has to fail. The cheery, bouncy tune is very incongruous with these lyrics, but it somehow doesn't seem to diminish the song. The melody and the repeated verse "Over and over, I keep going over, the things that you said and walked out of my life...," are quite infectious. The dream in "Silverbird" has, just as he feared, come true: she has walked away. "Goodbye" is my second-favourite on the album.
My most favourite, however, is next. (Note: This is strictly my interpretation. I'm probably reading a bit too much into this, but it was fun.) "Who Knows" is bittersweet and even a bit poignant; he loves someone so deeply, but their lives point in other directions.
"Sometimes I find myself searching,
as I walk the streets all alone;
I'm searching the faces for someone,
someone to take me back home...."
He is in an unfamiliar place, longing to see something or someone he recognises. He is homesick, which isn't difficult to understand, as he does travel a great deal in his actual life. It is either his home he wants or his life before all the travelling began.
"So many miles come between us,
and fate seems to keep us apart...."
This supports the travelling theory--he is far away from her, and the demands of life keep him from finding her again.
"Fortune once brought us together--
is there still a place in your heart?"
Does she still remember him, or has she replaced him in his absence? They once came to meet each other, but the opposing roads of life, possibly one leading to his musical journey, have pulled them apart.
The title factors in with
"Who knows where the future leads us,
the waters are wide, the road is long;
I pray for a hand to guide us,
and welcome us back where we belong."
Will he ever be led back to her? That is his one wish in life: for them to, somehow, rediscover the place they both belong--with each other. But this is very uncertain; he can do nothing but hope, as so much has divided them over time.
"Someday when my journey's over,
I'll come stumbling back to you, my love."
When his purpose has been fulfilled, he sees himself making his way back to her at last. This will happen in the future, as his goal, perhaps to make the world a better place with his message/music, won't come about so easily. He has invested much in this musical journey.
"I know when the circle's broken,
I'll come tumbling back to you...my love."
Again, he cannot foresee the path his life has taken coming to an end any time soon. His travels, his spreading of what he believes in, have continued and will continue until he either at last fulfills his destiny, or fails. He is, however, determined to return someday. In this, he has become the "Silverbird."
"But I long for the day
I can call you and say
I'm a step on the way back to you."
Although his mission is an important one, on some level he wishes it could all come to its end soon. He is on his journey, doing what he feels in his heart that he must do, but he is in anguish over the fact that he's not ready to return to her. When will it all run its course?
"Who knows what the morning brings us--
The moment of truth, the power of love...
I know where the future leads me:
It's leading me back to you...my love."
But each new day brings a new chance, after all. And another mention of "the power of love"-- Love conquers all, and someday, might it do just that? The future still seems like an uncertainty, but "who knows" is no longer a question. He has made his decision: sooner or later, his road will carry him to her once more. He will return to his love.
(To be continued)
(Yes, I know, that installment was a little bit sappy.)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/14/2004 07:01:00 PM |
Friday, March 12, 2004
I'm so silly... Yesterday, the Netscape homepage had a whole bunch of nice Johnny Depp links..mostly to interviews. But a site called something like Extratv.com also had little interview clips that I felt I had to screen capture.
(Behold...the tongue cometh forth!)
Ok...that last bit of insanity was in honor of my going to see Secret Window in 1 and a half hours!! Yay! I get to see Johnny Depp on the big screen!
Posted by moodymistress at 3/12/2004 05:38:00 PM |
Friday Five
I'll finish up that review in a bit...but first here's a quiz I stole from The Music Whore. (I really shouldn't fool around like this when I'm so behind on e-mailing and message boards.)
1. What was the last song you heard?
"Let Them All Talk" from Elvis Costello's Punch the Clock. That's one of 3 albums of his I bought the other day. The song's so addictive I even put it on my Life Soundtrack. (In case I forget to tell you later, Andrea, I'm glad you enjoyed those CDs so much.)
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
Last movie in a theatre was Starsky and Hutch (which I wish had been better)... I saw the DVD of Pirates of the Caribbean again right before that.
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
3 Elvis CDs, 4 Depp movies, and a Pirates of the Caribbean t-shirt. (That was really more than three things, total.)
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
See Secret Window...hopefully tonight
Burn a CDs
Find Moody Blues ticket info
Actually sit down and read a book
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Best friend
Mom
friend's mom
(Gee...is it bad I can't remember any more?)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/12/2004 04:54:00 PM |
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I'm such a liar! I said I wouldn't buy anything else, and I just bought a t-shirt. Worse, a "Pirates of the Carribbean" t-shirt. Well, it had Johnny Depp on it. How was I supposed to resist that?
OK! Here's Part 1 of my review. It's not really a review--it's a song-by-song analysis. Just thought I'd warn you, since I got extremely...carried away.
Moving Mountains Review (Part 1)
Moving Mountains is probably not most people's favourite solo album by the Moody Blues's lead singer, Justin Hayward. That's not to say, of course, that it's not worthy of notice. Released in 1989, it was his third solo album at that time. Mr. Hayward utilized several different producers, resulting in a somewhat varied sound. Here is what you may notice when going through it song-by-song...
The album kicks off with an upbeat song called "Takes Your Chances"; just try not to be misled by the introduction, which relies heavily on horns. This is an energetic and, overall, a well-done song, although somewhat unlike what you might expect of JH if you're only familiar with his works within the Moody Blues. (Note: If the only song you know if his is "Nights and White Satin", you should probably try The View from the Hill as your first JH solo album. Better yet, buy a Moody Blues album...) His lilting voice rises up for the chorus--the message of which, in essence, is to seize the moment. Two people love each other deeply and should not deny it, as that kind of shared emotion is so rare. "Let's not pretend...cos we may never pass this way again." This is a good, solid opening track, although I would much prefer a version sans the brass section.
"Is it Just a Game" is a bit more like what you would expect from Justin; the intro features his characteristic guitar playing and the short, halting strums of the acoustic guitar during the verses provide a constant rhythm. The melody is unique as only he could write it. This one is a number worth giving a listen to.
A change of pace with "One Again". The producing of Tony Visconti seemed to have had a big influence here, and it has a sound strongly reminiscent of reggae. The lyrics predict a time when all people will live as one and the world will be at peace--not a surprising theme for a sensitive songwriter.
"No troubles, no hunger, no heartache, no pain...
I know that we're going to be one again."
Next comes the title track, a slow, calming song that will most likely make you want to simply drift away "on a wave of love." Once again, Justin Hayward has written the most poetic, gorgeous, nature-inspired lyrics that you will ever hear.
"The cool of the evening, the strange unknown of the night,
the warmth of the morning, the graceful bird in its flight.
Well don’t be afraid of the world, let me take you by the hand--
we can move mountains."
If the words alone don't do it for you, his voice might. It’s almost whispery on this one, as if he's singing you a lullaby but carefully keeping it soft, so as not to wake you. Like "One Again," the beat is slow and steady, and will gently roll along until the end.
Your sleep is now over; "Silverbird," another fast-paced song, is to follow. It is debatably the best number on the album. It is co-written and produced by Jeff Wayne, the man responsible for Justin's hit single "Forever Autumn." The riff of the haunting, almost Spanish-sounding guitars will linger with you after the song has ended. That, paired with the strong bass, contributes to the incredibly well-done music in this song. The guitar solo near the end has a unique, ringing sound as Justin's guitars harmonize. The lyrics express a fear that his "silverbird" is going to leave him: "...and baby in my dreams I see...I see you walking away." In the end he decides that he will let her fly where ever she desires, knowing that she will return to him one day. He, however, will no longer fly; he is "home to stay" and will always wait for the one he loves. "And I see the power of love like an ocean today...."
Jeff Wayne's major production mistake was the nearly-operatic group of voices backing Justin. They disturb that sultry sound of the song with their layered choir singing. Justin could have easily handled the task on his own; his vocals are confident, and as usual, his voice is a beautiful balance of emotion and control. The final touches are his improvisations at the fade-out.
Slowing down again with "Lost and Found," a sweet song about how he's found his place with the one he loves after being alone and confused for so long. The piano is emphasized in this one, but the best parts of it would probably be the words, not to mention the catchy internal rhyme--but more, the way the words are sung. The song has a personal feel, as if he is singing about emotions and events very dear to him. This is not the best on the album, but certainly not bad.
(To be continued)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/10/2004 06:23:00 PM |
Time to spread the Hayward and Lodge beauty
See? I haven't forgotten about them. Even though I keep doing a lot of Depp things here lately. I even dreamed about the man again--I was in a doctor's office, and I was supposed to be sleeping, but since I wasn't, Johnny Depp came over and sprayed some kind of sleep-inducing mist in my face. (Gee, aren't my dreams thrilling?)
Oh yeah, that review. Well...I'll post it later.
I no longer have any money, since I just went on a huge CD/movie buying spree. Elvis Costello and Johnny Depp should feel loved now. (Justin Hayward would be too, if he would finally get his re-releases released!!)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/10/2004 05:12:00 PM |
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Because I Can Despite the uncontrolled violence/killing/etc., heck, I'd move to Sleepy Hollow. Given the right incentive.
"You...you need to share my bed why?"
"For the last time, this is my bed, and I'm not sharing it with you!"
"I can make my getaway, right?...The girl who keeps bothering me every night isn't looking, is she?"
"Let's see...'To protect a loved one from the Headless Horseman, sleep in their bed with them.' *GASP!* Oh, no!"
"No, you see, I have to go back. She was only trying to save my life.... It's not like you ever tried to do that."
"Here she comes.. (grumble grumble) Well, if it'll save my life...Sure, c'mon in. (grumble...)"
"What do you mean, that book was a fake??"
Posted by moodymistress at 3/07/2004 06:13:00 PM |
Ugh Yes I know...I promised a review. Well, it's coming. Really. Just not right now.
So I finished the Life Soundtrack--even if my printer decided to run out of ink while printing the cover art. It was supposed to look like this:
I saw Sleepy Hollow this weekend--with a friend who's a bit sensitive to violence. Oops. How was I to know "Heads will Roll" was meant literally? I also love reading silly entertainment magazines now that Johnny's so popular. But not Entertainment Weekly.
Too bad 95% of the American population disagrees with them. Well maybe 95% of the female population.
But exposure to too many pretty pictures is dangerous, mind you. Thanks to all the new photos I've found, I dreamed that Johnny Depp was in my house--Oscar tux and all--watching my turtle. Not me. The turtle. *sigh* Darn you, Raphael...
Posted by moodymistress at 3/07/2004 05:16:00 PM |
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Disclaimer...
Yes, I realise I've sounded like a blithering idiot lately. It's, if you haven't already figured it out, Johnny Depp's fault.
Not only has it made me sound rather stupid, it's made me neglect Justin Hayward. So I have resolved to post an album review here--that task should require a fair amount of intelligence, no? Therefore, I will be working on a Moody Blues album review...and will hopefully be dedicated enough to put it up here next time I post. (If I post another Depp pic instead, you can kick me. If you don't slip in my drool.)
Posted by moodymistress at 3/04/2004 06:35:00 PM |
Wednesday Whatevers
A day late, but I couldn't really find anything better to do.
1. Is there a such thing as stupid questions?
Yes...like: Is a certain woman named Marie pretty? Or...Is Diana Krall capable of looking happy? Would her face crack if she tried to smile more than once a day?
2. Should teen magazines maintain a neutral view on most subjects?
I don't know, I don't read teen magazines.
3. Who should become President in 2004?
Let's see...um...how 'bout Johnny Depp?
President Depp! Wouldn't that be fun? I mean, he'd have to be better than the current...
And he called America a dumb puppy with big teeth. Isn't this is the kind of President we need? (And he's so much prettier....)
Now if I could only stop gazing at these Oscar pictures and go burn Disc 2 of my Life Soundtrack....
Posted by moodymistress at 3/04/2004 05:43:00 PM |
Monday, March 01, 2004
Why Life isn't Fair I spent last night making fun of Sean Penn (ie, watching the Oscars). Which was mean of me. Especially since he hadn't even won the Oscar yet.
It was fairly obvious he would win, and yet he always plays the same, gut-wrenching role over and over. Johnny Depp actually plays diverse characters, and practically invents them himself. (But of course the conservative academy would never let a comedy role win.) And even Bill Murray--he can subtly underplay a role and make you laugh at the same time. But no...of course he wouldn't win either.
So we were sort of feeling the Penn Pain and ended up yelling out dead-on imitations of his overdone Mystic River part , like: "Arggghhh! Is that my Oscar in there?! Ahhh! Is that--my--Oscar?!?!" And when he won, we all paid tribute to his acting style by screaming, "WHHHYYYY??!?"
One more (slightly more shallow) reason the Oscars make no sense at all:
He's so pretty I could just cry. (Even though he's changed his look a bit...probably for The Libertine.) But Sean Penn looks like a classic, pseudo-suave con man.
Posted by moodymistress at 3/01/2004 06:53:00 PM |
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Watch "The Young Ones", 80's BBC show, and wish they'd made more than 12 episodes.
Drool over wonderful King of America cover.
Kidnap Elvis AND Justin Lodgey AND Paul to preserve sanity and ward off post-concert depression.
Pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion (like Johnny Depp) just because of the expression it leaves on my face.
Protest War
(feeling a little ambitious, are we?)
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The Parade of Progress Continues!
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