David Sylvian - Taking The Veil (by Siamesefantasia)
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A few illustrations for Pilote magazine, inspired by Moebius’ time living in Tahiti
January 15, 2012
I promise that I’ll not share any more retro games, but this one has worked out to be such a gas that I had to show y’all. It’s an old 1980’s Amiga (from Commodore). The pinball and the Asteroids variations play wonderfully, and this setup let me cheat my way through the campy arcade game Escape from the Planet of the Robot Monsters. That’s one game that had vexed me since I was 23, so finishing it felt like removing a splinter.
If you think retro gaming on an Amiga might be a neat diversion, you can find this wonderful emulator here.
(And feel free to reply with a screen-shot of your favorite game! I’d love to see ‘em.)
January 14, 2012
I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately, so I developed an itch to play some old arcade games. Sadly, these games are so old that they will not install in MS Vista. (Not even in WIN 95 mode!) Happily, some operating-system geeks put together a package that will emulate an entire MS-DOS machine and run that “soft” machine as an application in a window. (You can find it here.)
I was delighted when the DOS shell began running these old games, but on launching the game Defender I hit a snag. Only the game’s intro screen displayed, so the game still would not play. What had I missed? On a second look at the keyboard options, I found the problem. I had ignored the most important keystroke: “q” to drop a virtual quarter into the game. Now that’s authentic!
November 13, 2011
The Sheltering Sky by
King Crimson
— An instrumental —
— Run time - 8:23 —
August 20, 2011
Found a Job by
The Talking Heads
“Damn that television … what a bad picture!”
“Don’t get upset, It’s not a major disaster.”
“There’s nothing on tonight”, he said, “I don’t know what’s the matter!”
“Nothing’s ever on”, she said, “so … I don’t know why you bother.”
We’ve heard this little scene, we’ve heard it many times.
They’re fighting over little things and wasting precious time.
They might be better off … I think … the way it seems to me.
Making up their own shows, which might be better than T.V.
Judy’s in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They’ve enlisted all their family.
They’ve enlisted all their friends.
It helped saved their relationship,
And made it work again …
Their show gets real high ratings, they think they have a hit.
There might even be a spinoff, but they’re not sure ‘bout that.
If they never watch T.V. again, it’d be too soon for them.
Bob never yells about the picture now, he’s having too much fun.
Judy’s in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They’ve enlisted all their family.
They’ve enlisted all their friends.
It helped saved their relationship,
And made it work again …
So think about this little scene; apply it to you life.
If your work isn’t what you love, then something isn’t right.
Just look at Bob and Judy; they’re happy as can be,
Inventing situations, putting them on T.V.
Judy’s in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, he’s having a vacation.
They’ve enlisted all their family.
They’ve enlisted all their friends.
It helped saved their relationship,
And made it work again …
July 21, 2011
Life During Wartime, Talking Heads (yet another great forgotten anti-war song along with Neil Young’s Rocking in the Free World)
“Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons, packed up and ready to go. Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway, a place where nobody knows. The sound of gunfire, off in the distance, I’m getting used to it now. Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto, I’ve lived all over this town. This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around! No time for dancing, or lovey dovey. I ain’t got time for that now. Transmit the message to the receiver, hope for an answer some day. I got three passports, a couple of visas, you don’t even know my real name. High on a hillside, the trucks are loading. Everything’s ready to roll. I sleep in the daytime; I work in the nightime. I might not ever get home. This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around! This ain’t no mudd club, or C. B. G. B. I ain’t got time for that now. Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit? Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.? You oughta know not to stand by the window; somebody might see you up there. I got some groceries—some peant butter—to last a couple of days, But I ain’t got no speakers, ain’t got no headphones, ain’t got no records to play. Why stay in college? Why go to night school? Gonna be different this time. Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard, I can’t write nothing at all. This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around! I’d like to kiss you, I’d love you hold you. I ain’t got no time for that now. Trouble in transit; got through the roadblock. We blended with the crowd. We got computers, we’re tapping pohne lines. I know that ain’t allowed. We dress like students, we dress like housewives, or in a suit and a tie. I changed my hairstyle so many times now I don’t know what I look like. You make me shiver, I feel so tender, we make a pretty good team. Don’t get exhausted. I’ll do some driving. You ought to get some sleep. Get your instructions—follow directions—then you should change your address. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, whatever you think is best. Burned all my notebooks. What good are notebooks? They won’t help me survive. My chest is aching, burns like a furnace, the burning keeps me alive. Try to stay healthy—physical fitness—don’t want to catch no disease. Try to be careful, don’t take no chances, you better watch what you say.”
May 3, 2011
The Downtown Lights by
Paul Buchanan as performed by
The Blue Nile
Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right.
There is just one thing I can say—
Nobody loves you this way!
It’s all right…can’t you see
The downtown lights?
In love we’re all the same—
We’re walking down an empty street,
And with nobody callin’ your name.
Empty streets…empty nights…
The downtown lights.
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know it’s true?
Yeah, it’s alright.
Tonight and every night
Let’s go walking down the city streets,
Let’s walk in the cool evening light—
Wrong or right, be at my side.
The downtown lights…
It will be all right,
It will be all right,
The downtown lights!
Yeah, yeah!
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know it’s true?
It’s allright—the downtown lights.
(How do I know you feel it?
How do I know it’s true?)
The neons and the cigarettes,
The rented rooms and rented cars,
The crowded streets, the empty bars—
Chimneytops, trumpets,
The golden lights, the loving prayers,
Colored shoes, the empty trains—
I’m tired of cryin’ on the stairs!
The downtown lights…
March 24, 2011
Jennifer by
Eurythmics
Jennifer with your orange hair,
Jennifer with your green eyes,
Jennifer in your dress of deepest purple,
Jennifer, where are you tonight?
Underneath the water…
…underneath the water…
