the pop culture ramblings of a lunatic.
Archive for November, 2007
Questions.
Nov 19th
Before his Death, Dan Luke told me a few things about life. I remember one time we were stationed in Valencia, Spain for a month’s leave from active combat. At this point we had successfully driven the meatballs and their large spatula-catapults from Madrid – and were temporarily relieved from duty.
Back at the base – over dinner – Dan Luke just starting mindlessly ranting.
“If you ask me,” he said, “Society as a whole is somewhat broken – it’s as if we’re born into some sort of perpetual motion machine.”
He took a bite out of his steak and continued talking.
“Think of it this way, as soon as were born we already have a set of traditions people are following just for our entrance to this world – Baptisms, First Birthday Parties, Video tapes of our first steps – the list goes on and on.”
He pauses, “But what does it all really mean? If you ask me, too many things go unquestioned.”
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The King of the Mountain Cometh.
Nov 13th
“Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off.
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
tryin’ to get this damn label off?
I ain’t havin that, this is the millenium of Aftermath.
It ain’t gonna be nothin after that.
So give me one more platinum plaque
and fuck rap you can have it back”
I’ll keep this fast. As well as Fair and Balanced – just like Fox News. But still, I have a lot of things to say.
People were kind of pissed when I stopped writing here on The Dangerous Mind of Dan Luke – only to churn out an occasional piece, or an update from Japan. But people were even MORE pissed when I left this place to go try more daring and artistic things on other sites (and by “Daring and Artistic” I mean, artistically-indulgent writing that was all concept, no substance). And people are probably going to be the MOST pissed that now, after that failure, I am in fact – returning here and seemingly begging for forgiveness.
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Fuck Michael Bay.
Nov 4th
Dark shadows with deep blue hues. The visual aesthetic is so dramatic, so raw, so urban, so street, so gritty, so unrelenting.
It’s beautiful, but at the same time – it looks like the interior of a mother fucking Russian submarine.
These dark shadows and their deep blue hues are cast upon flaming motorcycles as they jump over the rolling trailers of semi-trucks, that erupt into inexplicably bright explosions as helicopters flail wildly about in a downward descent toward all of the chaos. Large, burly men leap over debris and surf on top of the renegade sparking cars as they’re pushed further and further down the freeway on a tidal wave of fire and chaos. All in dark shadows with deep blue hues.
Welcome to style over substance, indulgence before art, stylistic bastardization if you will. Welcome to the world of Michael Bay, where a camera must pan, dolly, or truck in each and every shot. Where the story to special effect ratio is collectively cluster fucked and the dialog was written with crayons by a retarded fifth grader.
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