Music You Will Never Own: 'Takes You Alive'

Introducing a new kind of post breed here, one that's going to be all about good songs or soundtracks you (or just me) would probably kill to own in your collection, but you can't, simply because they are unreleased, lost, or really freakin' limited and expensive. Ofthen without a proper copyright beholder. Mostly stuff from commercials or movies. I'll provide a sample or a bootleg when I'm able to.

Starting today with a nice little pop-rock song "Takes You Alive" by (I guess) Californian band Station Victoria. It was featured in several low-budget movies by Nu Image (a company with a filmography not quite as horrible as SyFy originals or The Asylum films), most noticeably in Crocodile (2000), a teen comedy filled with CGI reptiles and strawberry juice, from the director of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

I think I've heard it once during a beach scene in Shark Zone (painful flick edited from archived scenes of the Shark Attack series, which has been put together mostly from stock footage from several shark documentaries to begin with), too.

Anyway, here's probably half of the song, ripped out from the end credits of Crocodile. Enjoy:

Click here in case YT killed it.

MP3 link (320 kbps, 7,3 MB)

I think it's time for you gentlemen to leave.

UK streets are filled with unintentional pop cultural references. What would your thoughts be, for example, if you happened to be a fan of the eighties cheese-glory ride cult movie Road House, and its main character, tai-chi philosopher slash hard-boiled bouncer maestro Dalton, played by the late Patrick Swayze, and you spotted a pub called 'Dalton Arms' one day?


Of course, almost every pub around here is named after some kind of coat of arms, that's a well-known tradition even in Hungary. Nevertheless, I think the owners of DA are failed to recognize the possibilities behind this badass name - the place could be redesigned (maybe under the command of a real bouncer vet) to an '80s action film nostalgia zone, inspired by the Double Deuce itself.

Just think about it: an all-American disco on the road (something like this was actually the movie's Hungarian title), in the middle of Great Manchester. Blasphemy, but some people, including your humble narrator would love it for sure.

... And Very Nice

A 'fluxuson olvastam, hogy az IMP-s poszterkollektorok 2011 egyik legjobbjának választották a franchise-hűen terebélyes című Rise of the Planet of the Apes szlogenjét (na nem az otthoni kiadás borítóján szereplő egyszavasat), mely szerint Evolution becomes revolution.

Jópofa szöveg, és ha monkey businessről meg pofákról van szó, elkerülhetetlenül eszembe ötlik Travis és Charla Nash esete A pszichopata csimpánzra, s egy életre helyben hagyott áldozata gondolok, tavaly írtam róluk, és teljesen őszintén mondom, blogposzt legyártása közben azóta sem kerülgetett olyan pocsék érzés, mint akkor.

No, de mi újság Nash asszonnyal mostanában, ha már Cézáréknak hála felemlegettük őt? Jó híreket mesél a háló: egy 2011-es operáció során új, végleges arcot kapott. Immár képes szeretteit átölelni, csókokat osztogatni és a négy lenullázott érzékszervből is használni tud már kettőt. Dramatikus klisémérő kiakasztva, de ezek bizony apró lépések egy teljes élet felé.

Apu elismerő sóhaja vagyok.

Source: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-14494556

SzOPAcs

So someone watches a pirated DVD on a Sony player - do they ban Sony from selling DVD players?

Thought not.

"Ironrash" - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-16642369

Government launches the four-lettered idea, people say no. Three letters will do fine, Ol' Gov. realizes, enter the Eph Bee Eye.

Megaupload is dead, hotfile is a coward, and the folks at Anonymous are having a ball trolling on the bureau's website. From our POV, this is a good comedy. As long as torrenting is available, there's no real risk of a worldwide change.

Well, to be fair, torrents aren't an option for me. The library, which provides my access to the Internet, takes his filtering and censoring business quite seriously. No warez sites, no torrent, no porn or pages with edgy content, like bloody-disgusting.com (after all, "bloody" is a strong swearword around here, right?) Unfortunately, all the online proxies I've found are ruled out, too.

Still, these British guys constantly give me suspicious looks, every time I show up with an mp4 player or a USB cable around my neck. That paradoxical "chilled Heat"-gaze of Robert De Niro is what I think about while staring back at them.

You. Can. Not. Bother. Me.

Almost Got A Story To Tell You

Hiszed vagy sem, úgy egy évvel ezelőtt komoly esély volt rá, hogy munka végett a Costa Concordia fedélzetén kötök majd ki.

Elképzelés szintjén rendre előmászik a fontolói rivaldafénybe nálam valami luxushajós meló - bárhogy is alakuljanak a dolgaim, mindenképpen szeretnék még ifjonci erővel végigrabszolgálni legalább egy féléves utat, ezt amolyan jellemformáló életcélnak is tekinthetjük -, tavaly pedig már készültem is felvenni a kapcsolatot a család egy ismerősével, aki hasonló célból pont ezt a pórul járt krúztutajt szemelte ki magának. A médiacirkuszt látva vajon áldja a sorsot, hogy végül szárazföldre kötő állásánál maradt? Ugyanannál, amelyért alázatot nem ismerő narrátorotok is a brithonban ("száraz"-föld, háthogyne) tengeti idejét mostanság?

Furcsán működnek a dolgok. Az ember azt hinné, a semmi közepén, több millió öles mélység felett éri majd valami agyzsibbasztóan tragikus katasztrófa, vagy legalább egy jégmezőben, a'la Titanic, the 100th anniversary edition. De hogy egy part menti homokzátony vágjon így oda egy luxusóriásnak... ejj. Good Ol' Life, Fate, God or tudod hogy van, imád harsány iróniával operálni.

~ Szerk, 1/21/12:

Bááh, priceless:

Post Zero

"Hullo, Manchester."

"Hullo, Chris Lydecker."

"How are you then, Manchester?"

"All right. Full of people. Raining. You?"

"Ahh. Not bad. 'cept for the back of my heels, getting sawed into bloody pieces by my precious new boots. I think I'll go get me a Pepsi at Home Bargains soon."

"Good idea, Chris."

"Thank you, Manchester. Good thing, they're cheap as shlock cinema."

~ inspired by
Mr. Neil Gaiman

Most pedig közel egy év üresen, csendben tátongó blogszpészt követően ideje rendszerteremtést megelőzvén hagyományokat törni, Ruiner Rose lendületével. Egy gyors posztimport és mély lélegzetvétel. Anyanyelven szólok eddig nem anyanyelven írt blogomba, méghozzá nem anyanyelvi környezetből.

A mindenható erő, melyet itt fantáziátlanul csak Good Ol' Life, Fate, God Or Whateverként emlegetnek a bejegyzések, szóval ez a kiszámíthatatlan kliséforrás rutinszerűen biztosítja, hogy halandó szerénységünk művészi indulatai a legalkalmatlanabb időszakokban törjenek fel. Alkotnál, de éppen apokaliptikus tintaválság van, vérszomjas médiatörvények emelnek falakat előtted, esetleg ne adj GOLFGOW, a végtagjaid váltak használhatatlanná - utóbbihoz képest az állandó internet-hozzáférés hiánya nem tűnik komoly dolognak egy blogger számára sem.

Rendelkezésemre áll: heti pár óra valamelyik brit város számítógépeire kattanva, egy offline, ám magyarul is igen patent billentyűzet, valamint jó pár izgalmas, unalmas, édes, borzalmas, ám valamilyen szinten szórakoztató gondolat. Netrehányásra várva. Hiányzott már.

Tl;dr Microwave Jellyfish'd ENG version: in this very place, the Great Mindstingers' legacy shall live on, lovingly ripping off his favorite band's maiden name - and the posts got bilingual!

We Are One

Last week I've met a guy, not much older than me, who has lung cancer. When the news turned out, two things have been decided by him: he doesn't want to know how much time does he have and he wants to die in deluded closeness to happiness. He didn't go back to the doctors for an outspoken date, and he started partying heavily, grabbing all the joys (artificial, liquid or any other type) that he can find.

Damn, I use this "he" word a lot. But I don't want to give him any stupid alliterative nicknames.

Anyways, lung cancer is the very same disease that took my granddad away about a month earlier. Thanks to Herr Alzheimer, he didn't have a choice: death found him strapped into a bed, with 24/7 surveillance. That's the cruelest form of bad luck.

If anything similar happens to me, twisting out some famous "last words" from David Tennant: I don't want to go without putting a mark here and there, creating something worthy to left behind. Pulling a Burgess is the road I'll take.

If I will have the chance.

Face Me Again

"Time passes. Horror does not."
Alan Dean Foster

It's been a year and two (three?) days since my little blog was born. Totally forgot about the anniversary. Anyways, I filled my life again thanks to some minor changes. This is how it looked last year and here's myself right now:

Also, I've seen Paranormal Activity 2. Instead of writing another What Happens When You Sleep?, I've judged it five seconds movie style:

If you'll ever watch the whole thing combined with a drinking game, make sure to take a little sip every time that pool is on screen at night. By the end, you'll be screaming.

With laughter.

Even Deeper

Leo and Nolan were wrong; dreams do feel strange while we're in them, although in REM state we are far less skeptic, more willing to accept and embrace any kind of wonders we came across. And of course your subconscious always recreates from memory, with a bit of alteration. And remembering the true nature of those memories - Just how damaged have I become - could be the most painful thing to one's mind. Probably.

The so-called Operator Symbol is the thing that scrawl in my last post was supposed to be. This is the sign that appears around Slender Man sightings in Marble Hornets. Mammon's (Satan's son) sign looks almost identical to this in the Hellblazer Keanu Reeves movie Constantine. Interesting, I'd say.
Anyways, we created a Slender Man blog, the first Hungarian one of its kind, with surprisingly positive feedback, and I'm also working on a "dedicated-to-animal-attack-and-creature-features" one. Looks like my creativity has returned after all. Maybe this mind stinger will see some more life soon. For now, here's some music.

Childreeeen

Goddamn, some bad feelings are all over me. Anyone seen that guy lately?