David Bowie’s rare cover of ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ by Joy Division.
A chance meeting in 1983 had David Bowie, Bernard Sumner and Peter Hook chatting away over beers in the Kings Arms in Salford. “…So we were all there just having a laugh and we joked that he should come n have a jam with us, then next minute - well, it was the next day actually, but i didn’t expect he’d definitely come by - and we were in the practice rooms and we were playing Love Will Tear Us Apart and I was like, f%$k we’re playing Love Will Tear Us Apart with David Bowie singing, this is crazy. We never released it - Bowie took a recording of it, and just layered some more vocals on for fun, sent it back to me…”
I feel the need to re-post this every couple of years. This is one of my favorite tattoos. When people see it for the first time they think I just like to write on my hand. They don’t realize its a tattoo until they see me again and it’s still there.
White Man Carrying Black Girl at March
A white man carries a black girl on his shoulders during a march with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Alabama, ca. 1965.
La Grande Tapisserie (The Great Tapestry) by Julien des Monstiers, 2013.
Okay, okay, I’m going to tell you what Hermione sees in Ron.
A trio is a balancing act, right? They’re equalizers of each other. Harry’s like the action, Hermione’s the brains, Ron’s the heart. Hermione has been assassinated in these movies, and I mean that genuinely—by giving her every single positive character trait that Ron has, they have assassinated her character in the movies. She’s been harmed by being made to be less human, because everything good Ron has, she’s been given.
So, for instance: “If you want to kill Harry, you’re going to have to kill me too”—RON, leg is broken, he’s in pain, gets up and stands in front of Harry and says this. Who gets that line in the movie? Hermione.
“Fear of a name increases the fear of the thing itself.” Hermione doesn’t say Voldemort’s name until well into the books—that’s Dumbledore’s line. When does Hermione say it in the movies? Beginning of Movie 2.
When the Devil’s Snare is curling itself around everybody, Hermione panics, and Ron is the one who keeps his head and says “Are you a witch or not?” In the movie, everybody else panics and Hermione keeps her head and does the biggest, brightest flare of sunlight spell there ever was.
So, Hermione—all her flaws were shaved away in the films. And that sounds like you’re making a kick-ass, amazing character, and what you’re doing is dehumanizing her. And it pisses me off. It really does.
In the books, they balance each other out, because where Hermione gets frazzled and maybe her rationality overtakes some of her instinct, Ron has that to back it up; Ron has a kind of emotional grounding that can keep Hermione’s hyper-rationalness in check. Sometimes Hermione’s super-logical nature grates Harry and bothers him, and isn’t the thing he needs even if it’s the right thing, like when she says “You have a saving people thing.” That is the thing that Harry needed to hear, she’s a hundred percent right, but the way she does it is wrong. That’s the classic “she’s super logical, she’s super brilliant, but she doesn’t know how to handle people emotionally,” at least Harry.
So in the books they are this balanced group, and in the movies, in the movies—hell, not even Harry is good enough for Hermione in the movies. No one’s good enough for Hermione in the movies—God isn’t good enough for Hermione in the movies! Hermione is everybody’s everything in the movies.
Harry’s idea to jump on the dragon in the books, who gets it in the movies? Hermione, who hates to fly. Hermione, who overcomes her withering fear of flying to take over Harry’s big idea to get out of the—like, why does Hermione get all these moments?
[John: Because we need to market the movie to girls.]
I think girls like the books, period. And like the Hermione in the books, and like the Hermione in the books just fine before Hollywood made her idealized and perfect. And if they would have trusted that, they would have been just fine.
Would the movies have been bad if she was as awesome as she was in the books, and as human as she was in the books? Would the movies get worse?
She IS a strong girl character. This is the thing that pisses me off. They are equating “strong” with superhuman. To me, the Hermione in the book is twelve times stronger than the completely unreachable ideal of Hermione in the movies. Give me the Hermione in the book who’s human and has flaws any single day of the week.
Here’s a classic example: When Snape in the first book yells at Hermione for being an insufferable know-it-all, do you want to know what Ron says in the book? “Well, you’re asking the questions, and she has to answer. Why ask if you don’t want to be told?” What does he say in the movie? “He’s got a point, you know.” Ron? Would never do that. Would NEVER do that, even before he liked Hermione. Ron would never do that.”
Remember that one scene in breaking bad when Hank is helping Walt load his stuff up, and Hank asks what do you got in there: and Walt says half a million dollars in cash and Hank just Laughs at him. Imagine that with hannibal and jack crawford and a dead body in the bag.
"To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived,” Lucien recites, his eyelids feeling heavy. He’s got a Kamikaze in one hand, and a smoke in the other. The girl burying her face in his neck smells like a combination of honey, dust, and repressed urges. She mentioned something about going to an all girls’ school earlier, but Lucien hadn’t been paying too much attention. He feels the scrape of her teeth close to his jugular. She pulls back, and tries to tell him something, but all Lucien can really note is that her lipstick is off-color. It’s an ugly shade of red. He rolls his eyes and stands up.
Ginsy meanwhile, has attracted the attention of a looming guy, football player material. Lucien drains his drink, and carelessly tosses the glass over his shoulder. He doesn’t flinch when he hears it shatter. Maybe he’s a little drunk. Lucien prowls forward. Prowls, like some wild cat, like some predator. He chuckles to himself. Ginsy’s laughing, real engaged, but he’s unborn. He’s a spaz; awkward and stilted. The guy doesn’t seem to care. His fingers dance along Ginsy’s collar, his mouth dangerously close to Ginsy’s.
A spark of anger bursts in Lucien’s chest. Obviously, it doesn’t have anything to do with – he’s not jealous, he’s not, he knows he isn’t, he just knows that this guy isn’t right for Allen. This guy’s way too dominating, and not in a good way. Lucien hovers next to Ginsy, until the dark head turns towards him. Lucien grins. He knows how this game works. All he has to do is let his fingers drift just so over Ginsy’s skin, purr quietly in his ear and Ginsy will trail after him like he’s the prodigal son returned.
It works like a charm.
“Lu,” Allen smiles. Lucien nods, reaching for another cigarette “It’s hot in here. Let’s go outside”.
Allen’s eyes brighten a little, and Lucien knows he’s won. Allen shoves his hands into his pockets, and follows Lucien outside of the house. It’s cool, and Lucien shivers a little. A few stars are peeking through the dark sky. Sometimes, Lucien will look at Ginsy through the corner of his eye and wonder what it’d be like to kiss him. He wouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean he can’t think about it. He’s an artist. He’s a starving artist, a hunger artist, he’s allowed to consider the abstract, he’s allowed to consider the impossible.
Lucien leans his head on Allen’s shoulder, and heaves a sigh. “I hate this place,” he murmurs. Ginsy’s warmth floods through his sweater, and heats Lucien’s cheek. “So let’s get out,” Allen says. Lucien laughs. Lucien shakes his head, and the tip of his nose touches the juncture of Ginsy’s neck and shoulder. He bets this is what happiness feels like.
“Wouldn’t you like that,” Lucien says, because he has to, because part of him loves that Ginsy stiffens in discomfort. He waits a few beats, waits for Ginsy to say what he knows he will.
“Yeah,” Allen agrees.
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