
I’ve never loved any stage thing as much as I loved what took place tonight.
KT is still a genius.
And I’m seeing it again in two weeks. Yay!
It was pointed out to me that the alphabetical list of groups on my web site was very short. It seemed to only list a tenth of the groups I probably had albums from.
Here’s the snippet that constructs an array by reading the directory that contains all the group names:
while ($group = readdir($dir)) $groups[] = $group;
See the error? Yeah, I had bought an album from the group 0, and that made that loop terminate when it reached that group name. (readdir reads in unsorted directory order, so it didn’t terminate immediately, which is why I hadn’t noticed.)
0: The Bobby Tables of bands.
The fix is something like
while (($group = readdir($dir)) !== false) $groups[] = $group;
PHP type coercion is usually convenient, but…
I was too poor at the time (1993, I think?) to buy the limited-edition version of This Rimy River by Vaughan Oliver, but reading the 4AD biography reminded me that I had to buy it.
The regular version is very pretty, and has an overview of Oliver’s design career. The limited edition is weirder.
The slipcase is, er, traditional enough. It comes in a velvet-ey slipcase with a bucket on the front.
The book itself comes has a plexiglas cover.
So luxurious.
Which brings us to the interiors. Oliver had his poor interns chop copies of the regular version apart, and then screen-print the hell out of the pages. They mainly applied two layers — one black (obscuring the original stuff on the pages) and one in copper (one word per page from a poem Oliver’s wife wrote).
So compare: Limited edition version regular.
Limited edition to the left. The page on the right completely obliterates the original page, while the black print on the left page is somewhat more subtle.
Again, limited edition on the light. On these two pages the black additional printing is less overwhelming.
Oliver has a great sense of humour. It’s both a “fuck you” to people who has money to buy these kinds of things (since you need the regular version to actually read it), and it’s also a beautiful object in itself. <slow clap>
From the Mad Men show-runner.
Before The Sopranos, when someone said, Make it deeper, I didn’t know what they meant. Or really, I knew in my gut—but I also knew that it was the one thing that crossed my mind that I wasn’t going to do. To have Peggy come into Don’s office after he’s had the baby and ask for a raise and be rejected, and look at the baby presents, so we know she’s thinking about her own baby that she gave away, and then to have her tell Don, “You have everything and so much of it.” There is something embarrassing about that. A scene that was really just about her getting turned down for a raise became a scene about her whole life. That was the sort of thing I learned from working with David Chase.
To which I’d like to respond, as respectfully as I can:
Fuck off.