Tony Takitani
No videos, just me rambling in a blog post that I will inevitably delete when I'm more self conscious and get embarrassed by the stupid shit i wrote.
1) I went and saw Japandi and Sleeping People tonight which was fun because it reminded me of home, I wont be home for thanksgiving so this is the only taste of home I'll get until December. Too bad I didn't bring my camera... Sleeping People is on tour all over the east coast right now and Japandi is playing a show tomorrow in CT. Catch them if you're a fan of mathy rock.
2) I'm probably going to Circle Pit Fest in Baltimore over thanksgiving break with Rob, I'll probably be repping the edge while filming in the corners.
3) For West Mass Kids: WMUA blog run by erika and eric, get into it.
4) So the movie Tony Takitani randomly popped into my head last night and I ended up musing about it for a good three hours in bed until 3 or 4 am and had Julian rent it for me from amherst college as soon as i woke up. I know how corny this sounds, but the movie is haunting. I don't know how many of you actually listen to any of the recommendations I make (such as this one) but i strongly urge you (90% on rotten!) to rent/buy Tony Takitani if you can stomach a melancholy film dealing with the nature of being alone and loss.
In fact, saying the movie was haunting before was an understatement. When I watched it for the first time over winter break of freshman year, I sat for a bit just staring at the T.V. while the menu looped after the credits. Besides being one of the most lovingly crafted adaptations of a work of literature (by Haruki Murakami nonetheless!) the movie was absolutely devastating by how deceptively simple it was. You could watch it for face value and get as much out of it as one who choose to dig a bit deeper. The scene changes elegantly resembled the pages of a book turning while the narrator filled in the story with soft strokes.
And the story... reminded me of why I left san diego for amherst. Having the disastrous mind set that one had to have love to be happy coupled with the contrarian view on relationships of "better to never love than to love and loss" since as far as I can remember, Tony was a wake up call to me of who I was becoming. I was determined not to go down that path well before viewing the movie, moving to amherst was my last ditch effort to find some sort of salvation that was bound to come if I just let it find me. I didn't want to be stuck for the rest of my life doing some lifeless job with an empty house filled with meaningless trinkets, there was something better for me. There had to be something better.
When the movie ended that first time, I pitied Tony because being alone was a death sentence. I thought no one should lead the life he lead, disconnected and distant. He was a good person, he didn't deserve that. That last phone call was supposed to go through and he was just seconds away from happily ever after.
I wasn't saved, of course. Fast forward a year and in a sudden panic of what I was going to do with my life I was reminded of my parent's advice that they gave since grade school which was to choose something practical which I "could live on" and settled on becoming an accounting major.
I just finished the movie for the second time and I didn't feel pity or any sort of unexplainable strong sense of sadness for Tony when the movie ended on this viewing. The lifeless job and empty house don't seem as scary, nor does being alone. I'm fine with going down the same disparate path that he took and quite frankly I'm already well on my way. I'm not sad or lonely, far from either.
I just don't mind anymore.
1) I went and saw Japandi and Sleeping People tonight which was fun because it reminded me of home, I wont be home for thanksgiving so this is the only taste of home I'll get until December. Too bad I didn't bring my camera... Sleeping People is on tour all over the east coast right now and Japandi is playing a show tomorrow in CT. Catch them if you're a fan of mathy rock.
2) I'm probably going to Circle Pit Fest in Baltimore over thanksgiving break with Rob, I'll probably be repping the edge while filming in the corners.
3) For West Mass Kids: WMUA blog run by erika and eric, get into it.
4) So the movie Tony Takitani randomly popped into my head last night and I ended up musing about it for a good three hours in bed until 3 or 4 am and had Julian rent it for me from amherst college as soon as i woke up. I know how corny this sounds, but the movie is haunting. I don't know how many of you actually listen to any of the recommendations I make (such as this one) but i strongly urge you (90% on rotten!) to rent/buy Tony Takitani if you can stomach a melancholy film dealing with the nature of being alone and loss.
In fact, saying the movie was haunting before was an understatement. When I watched it for the first time over winter break of freshman year, I sat for a bit just staring at the T.V. while the menu looped after the credits. Besides being one of the most lovingly crafted adaptations of a work of literature (by Haruki Murakami nonetheless!) the movie was absolutely devastating by how deceptively simple it was. You could watch it for face value and get as much out of it as one who choose to dig a bit deeper. The scene changes elegantly resembled the pages of a book turning while the narrator filled in the story with soft strokes.
And the story... reminded me of why I left san diego for amherst. Having the disastrous mind set that one had to have love to be happy coupled with the contrarian view on relationships of "better to never love than to love and loss" since as far as I can remember, Tony was a wake up call to me of who I was becoming. I was determined not to go down that path well before viewing the movie, moving to amherst was my last ditch effort to find some sort of salvation that was bound to come if I just let it find me. I didn't want to be stuck for the rest of my life doing some lifeless job with an empty house filled with meaningless trinkets, there was something better for me. There had to be something better.
When the movie ended that first time, I pitied Tony because being alone was a death sentence. I thought no one should lead the life he lead, disconnected and distant. He was a good person, he didn't deserve that. That last phone call was supposed to go through and he was just seconds away from happily ever after.
I wasn't saved, of course. Fast forward a year and in a sudden panic of what I was going to do with my life I was reminded of my parent's advice that they gave since grade school which was to choose something practical which I "could live on" and settled on becoming an accounting major.
I just finished the movie for the second time and I didn't feel pity or any sort of unexplainable strong sense of sadness for Tony when the movie ended on this viewing. The lifeless job and empty house don't seem as scary, nor does being alone. I'm fine with going down the same disparate path that he took and quite frankly I'm already well on my way. I'm not sad or lonely, far from either.
I just don't mind anymore.
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