Sam Goldsmith

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

My Dear... Improved!


Ciao, Tutti!

Ah, here we go! Finally, something great to share with you all! Let me catch my breath - the excitement is too much for me.

So I have now posted on my First Regrets MySpace page two "new" songs for you all, because I love you all so much (at: http://www.myspace.com/firstregrets , or at the left hand side of the blog under "Free Streaming") And when I say "new," I mean old. You see, mixing and mastering and realizing that I f-ed up some of the lyrics is a process that takes time, and the old songs are improving little by little. All it takes is a complete re-recording of the vocals and the adding of some lead guitar to turn a mediocre song into a... well, still mediocre song. But better!

Plus, I get to reveal the album art for the CD, "I Don't Know," at the top of the post. 'Aint it lovely?

Anyway, I have completely revamped "My Dear" (not to be confused with DEAR - Drop Everything And Read), so you should all check it out. It's the piece of music whose production package I'm most proud of at the moment. Check it out. Also I have added stuff to Taming Tigers, which isn't as big a change, but it's a change. You should listen to that one, too. Why not?

Now, on to fix that complete recording disaster that is "My Own Fault." Enjoy!

-Sam goldsmith

P.S. Joe Henry's new CD, "Blood From Stars," is pretty amazing. Well, somewhere between 2/3 and 3/4 is amazing. Still, totally worth it.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

A Word About Ponyo and Eureka

Ciao, Tutti!

This in an anime day, plus a side of rant. Beware.

First Charlie Kaufman releases Synecdoche, New York. It was forgivable, at least. It was Kaufman's first try writing and directing. But now Hayao Miyazaki has put out Ponyo. I shudder to think what this means for M. Night Shyamalan's upcoming movie (hint: it's based off a TV show I adore, so he better not goof up, so he most certainly will goof up).



I have very little to say about this movie except in warning. Its saving graces I will discuss in tandem with my other object of scorn, Eureka 7 (Eh-oo-reh-kah). Its spoilers I will leave out. But hear this, oh, dear reader who I care about so lovingly: if you have any interest in plot, clarity, or coherence, this is not the movie for you. There was some character development, which was okay. That was it. Seriously. Party's over, folks, time to go home.

Now I would like to compare this movie with one of my latest negative motivators, Eureka 7. I wasted just about an entire weekend watching 50 episodes of this television show I saw in progress when I was in high school. Now I was back to see the ending. I didn't miss much.



I should clarify: it wasn't a waste of time. The last episode just made it feel like a waste of time. It pissed me off to no end, actually. Basically, (spoiler) the point of the entire - entire - show was to work up to the most melancholy, meaningless kiss ever seen on a screen anywhere.

Everyone, go to my First Regrets myspace page and listen to "Not a Love Song." It played in my head during the last moments of Avatar: The Last Airbender, and it was playing again with a fervor here (and I used to think the Avatar series finale was a disaster). News flash, writers: there is no way to make a kiss dramatic enough to warrant all that build-up!

This relates to Ponyo very obviously. Basically because the tiny figment of plot in Ponyo was the same as the overriding plot in Eureka 7. Namely that (spoiler) the world is in immediate danger and the only way to save it is through the love of two kids... for some reason. In Eureka 7, Renton is 14. In Ponyo, the kids are 5. Perhaps the movie would be best seen by a 5-year-old, but I sure as heck wouldn't be able to explain why Ponyo's transformation into a human threatens the balance of nature and therefore all of existence.

At least in Eureka 7 there's action. At least the characters in Ponyo were pretty well-developed and fun. At least there was humor in each.

At least I'm not writing anything like that.

Sorry to burst everyone's bubbles.

-Sam goldsmith