i dedicated this to my three respectful friends. a reckless high school mate now in new jersey, i hope you are well. you might think this is too cheesy, boring and worthless. hell with that. secondly, my old pal right there far away in tasmania, enjoy it i know you will fucking like it. haha. last but not least, my from-we-were-both-shakermakers buddy who probably is hitting the coke, listen to these while you are at it. timeless smoking crack pipe songs.
the video clip for the oasis' ex composer, singer and guitarist's if i had a machine gun finally out actually almost a week ago. effortlessly catching attention with that bit of stoic expression on his face. what i love about it is how the story behind the how the band split and the rivalry between them being depicted bit by bit, shaded by the bold, but lame and cliche story of a cowboy who heroically barged into his girlfriend's wedding riding a stallion, jumped and kissed her in the fucking pool full with fucking stupid balloons (i hate balloons) while the capricious bystanders were looking and laughing at them. i can't help but noticed that one of the bystanders was holding an impressive vintage super 8mm video camera maybe of minolta or halina? forget it. he then grabbed her away to a place with shrubs everywhere on his stallion while the sun sets. and noel? where is he? he was the fucking shepherd. well in music he is. he, being the shepherd or pastor lead us the flock with his music. very well symbolized. with that humble and unpretentiously elegant appearance monsieur noel owes us a bow realizing that his emergence was almost like a cameo but plays a very big role behind it all. lastly the video shows a man with white shirt and sunglasses holding a black book walking into a place called 'last chance'. to be continued...
...and by the way lovers and smokers, this moment might be your last chance before you hear nothing. do whatever you have to do to whoever you need to. before too late. just saying...
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