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Hello again, Friday. That week just went super fast – but of course it did. It’s TIFF. Which means I haven’t been home much, except to sleep (and write this).
Have you seen any great films this festival? So far my favourite probably remains the behind the scenes 12.12.12 doc, which my photo above shows the Q & A with Strombo interviewing Harvey Weinstein and his team after the film.
The 12.12.12 fundraiser was such an incredible lineup of artists, and getting a behind the scenes look into how they pulled all those huge acts together so fast was incredible. Harvey also told us how he tried SO hard to complete the 60′s/70′s English legend bands with Led Zeppelin but Jimmy Page’s dirtbag manager Peter Mensch convinced him NOT TO DO IT! They even got President Obama AND President Clinton to personally ask Page to do it. WTF. Makes me think much less of Jimmy Page now. Who refuses to do a charity benefit concert because they want to be paid outrageous sums of money when they’ve already got more money they they’ll ever use in this life? Sad.
I usually forgo TIFF parties in favour of actually seeing films, but Tuesday I went to the SXSW TIFF party, and quickly realized just how male dominated the film world truly is. I was so shocked that the party was 90% male. I always feel the music industry is so male dominated, but at least at our parties, it usually feels 60/40 split. But I was also told that’s because men in music are cool and usually have women around them – men in film, not so much.
I also took a TIFF break to check out the unbelievable Christian Louboutin shoe exhibit at the Design Exchange. I’ve never wished I had unlimited disposable income more in my life. So many incredible, incredibly expensive, beautiful shoes. One day.
Anyhow, now for the links!
- 30 Great Music Moments in Movies In the spirit of TIFF…
- 29 Music Pilgrimages you need to take before you die Do it. I’m working my way through this list.
- 24 Things You Should Know Before Starting a Vinyl Collection Lots of great tips for any vinyl newbs.
- Digital Dreams – A look into the EDM scene in Toronto Even though it’s not really my thing, we really do have a very strong EDM scene here.
- Thom Yorke, Trent Reznor and a Chorus of Artists Speak Out For An Ethical and Sustainable Internet
- Watch Joe Strummer Dissect the Clash in New ‘Audio Ammunition’ Documentary This is pretty great.
- David Bowie, Arctic Monkeys on Mercury Prize Shortlist Go Jake Bugg! Saw him at Osheaga and fell completely in love.
- Hear now: Isolated tracks from Nirvana, Whitney, Marvin, MJ, more There’s something amazing about hearing the isolated tracks, really makes you understand the sheer talent of the person performing.
- Why You Love Your Parents’ Music We are all nostalgic.
- Disruptions: Apple’s Next Unveiling Could Make or Break a Business
- Canadians Earned $1.1 Trillion In 2010, And Other Interesting Stats From The National Household Survey Do you pay too much for your rent? I feel like most of Toronto probably does. We don’t make a lot, but we sure do pay a lot.
- Finally, if this video of bearded dragons waving to each other from their separate cages doesn’t make your weekend, you may need to check your pulse:
Courtesy of eOne Films I have another great movie giveaway for you guys – this time for 20 Feet From Stardom – an excellent documentary on the unsung (no pun intended) heroes of the music industry – the back up singer. Great interviews with Springsteen, Jagger and more highlight the importance of these women in the music that defined our lives, and their struggle to make a successful career under their own name.
I have 10 double passes to the screening happening in Toronto this Wednesday July 3rd at 7pm at Cineplex Yonge Dundas, to giveaway.
To win, send an email to me (lisa at turntherecordover.com) using the subject line ‘Win 20 Feet From Stardom.’ I will email the winners back by Tuesday at midnight.
Facebook fans can also gain an extra entry by liking my status about this giveaway on Facebook.
Watch the trailer below:
Courtesy of eOne Entertainment I have a bunch of tickets to giveaway to the advance screening of Sofia Coppola’s latest, The Bling Ring.
Tickets are available for Toronto, Ottawa, Halifax, Calgary, Edmonton and Winnipeg for Wednesday night (June 19th). One winner will also receive a prize pack that includes the poster, book, and soundtrack along with the tickets.
To win, just email me at lisa (at) turntherecordover.com with the name of the city you’d like to win a pair of tickets to in the subject, by midnight on Tuesday.
Sofia can be hit and miss for me, but this looks to be another film I’m going to love as much as Lost in Translation. Who doesn’t want to see a movie where Paris Hilton get’s robbed? JUST KIDDING.
Last week I had the extreme pleasure of attending a screening of West Side Story at Roy Thomson Hall, where the TSO was playing the soundtrack live in sync with a hi-def remastered version of the film, original vocals and dialogue intact.
I was absolutely obsessed with West Side Story and wanted to be Natalie Wood (minus the horrible dying via your worst fear part) when I was in high school. It ignited my obsession with NYC and big cities early into my teen years, so it’s no surprise that this was a memorable night for me.
I have attended the TSO once before, but it didn’t captivate me in the same way this performance did. At a normal TSO night everything is very quiet, the definition of a “grown up” show (aka a situation that makes my brain likely to tune out because I’m not a huge classical music fan, and I feel slightly uncomfortable in musical situations that forbid interaction and participation).
This time around there was popcorn and we were allowed to bring booze into the Hall, which immediately made it more relaxed. There were still a few TSO regulars in the audience who were horrified by the crumpling of popcorn bags and general feelgoodery and fun of the night, but they weren’t able to rain on anyone’s parade.
The charm of watching the Symphony play along with a film you love, is that you get to actively experience the true magic and brilliance of the music, and witness just how much work goes into creating a truly powerful soundtrack. This goes even moreso for a musical like West Side Story - which relies so heavily on Leonard Bernstein’s incredible score.
It was fascinating to watch this massive collection of musicians come in perfectly, right at the exact moment they all needed to, so that it matched up with Maria and Tony’s vocals.
Normally I am one of those clueless fools who doesn’t really understand the true power and necessity of a great conductor, but this show completely changed that for me. It is 100 percent on the conductor to make sure the entire orchestra is coming in at the exact time they need to, or everything is thrown off and you have a horrified audience. That kind of pressure seems unbearably overwhelming, but Steven Reineke did a flawless job. I noticed he had a screen in front of him playing a special version of the film that had blocked colour bars scrolling across, which must have helped with the timing. I am still curious about what each colour meant!
The performance ended with a huge, much deserved standing ovation, and the audience clapped for each person listed in the credits as though it were TIFF, which always fills me with joy.
Overall, this show turned on a light bulb for me when thinking about classical music. I highly suggest that, even if you’re not particularly a Symphony kind of person, if you ever get a chance to see a film with a full orchestra playing the score live, you jump on it.
This is exactly how the TSO can bring in a newer, younger audience.
It was a perfect evening. I am praying they will continue this series and play live to Singin’ In The Rain, Breakfast At Tiffany’s or Taxi Driver (highly unlikely, but it is my most favourite score and film) next.
I somehow only just watched Dead Poet’s Society all the way through when it aired on TV over Christmas, and of course I loved it so much I proceeded to PVR it and watch it a few more times in a row. It reminded me of just how important great teachers are, and how rare they are.
If we are lucky we will each have one or two who make an incredible impact on our lives the way Robin William’s character Mr. Keating did on that class.
For me, it was Mr. Nelligan. He was the “O Captain, My Captain” to my Todd Anderson, except he inspired me via film rather than poetry (it’s no mistake I am reminded of his genius via a movie). It seems weird to be writing about him more than a decade after I sat in his grade 10 religion class, but I was immediately reminded of him and how much confidence he gave me upon watching Dead Poets Society.
It was second semester of my sophomore year of high school, and while high school so far was a breeze compared to the torture I endured in elementary school, I was still ridiculously shy and filled with self hatred despite having left the agony of 7th grade far behind me.
I entered grade 10 religion class prepared to be bored out of my mind as I had been in the grade 9 version of it (which at this point, I can’t even remember who taught that class – it was that boring). These forced bible readings are the main downfall of attending Catholic school – but I immediately knew this was going to be interesting from the moment Mr. Nelligan introduced himself.
To begin with, he was absolutely hilarious, and would often talk about racing Oprah in Chicago marathons and all kinds of shit where we really had no idea if he was being serious or not. He was American, but apparently left the States for Canada in order to dodge the Vietnam drafts – which I found to be the coolest thing ever as a 15 year old NDP kid (still do).
It was obvious he wanted to be teaching the older grades where teachers have more freedom and kids are a little older/smarter/more self aware and interesting, but something had happened at his previous school so he ended up here, teaching the most formulaic bullshit class to kids who still had no idea what they wanted to do with their lives. He may have mentioned this to me once.
I no longer remember why or how he first singled me out, but at some point, our mutual love for film and his acute awareness that I was painfully shy but smarter than most of the idiots in the class made him talk to me every day in front of everyone before he got started on the lesson, asking me what movies I had watched (something I did most nights in high school). This brief but daily acknowledgement of my existence that I had really never received from a teacher before, this small but significant gesture, made me feel important and gave me so much confidence – I will forever see it as a pivotal moment in my life.
It was as though he knew what he was teaching us was complete bs, but he worked for a Catholic school and in some weird ironic twist of fate ended up teaching religion. He taught us the bible literally – which I think scared a lot of the kids in his class, but he knew there were always some like me who realized he was laughing in his head when making us read the old testament and telling us it was all true. Someone who thought The Last Temptation of Christ was one of the best movies ever, surely didn’t take the bible literally. He gave me a list of movies to watch, and I worked my way through them by the end of the semester – he LOVED Mickey Rourke so I watched The Pope of Grenwhich Village and Barfly so I could talk about it with him. That movie education was more interesting than anything else I learned in high school.
After taking his class, I was no longer scared to do the things that mattered to me like take drama class or audition for plays, out of fear of merely speaking in front of people. I never again trembled or mumbled through an English class monologue, holding back tears behind the cue cards. I didn’t care what the popular kids thought of me anymore – he tore up my shell and made me feel good about myself again. He let me know that my voice had value too – and I needed that more than anything when I was 15:
Mr. Nelligan, it’s probably unlikely you would even remember me after so many years, but if you are somehow out there googling your name and come across this – thank you for making my time at Notre Dame interesting and fun – and I’m sorry that assignment I did on drug abuse got you in trouble (I showed a bunch of drug abuse clips from some of my favourite movies – Basketball Diaries, Barfly, Trainspotting etc, for it and passed out some apparently inappropriate hand outs). That was another cool thing about him – he let us be so free and creative that we did something that the school found unacceptable, and he took the blame for it – just like in Dead Poets Society. Beloved by his students for good reason.
I never thought I would be sad to leave a religion class behind, but I desperately wanted to have him as a teacher again. It would mean a lot to be able to thank him and talk to him now that I’m no longer that meek teenage girl stuck in a town she despised.
Did you have a teacher as awesome as Mr. Keating when you were in school? Reminisce with me below.