If you’re offended by circa 1960s partially nude French people (well, I’m guessing they’re French) in Barbarella togs doing the “Fiesta Hippie” dance then don’t click to watch Les Ballets Jacksons below. It’s a Scopitones which was a jukebox video. And I’m…well…I’m on my 6th watching. It’s that wonderful.
OK, so the first part of the music is King Crimson’s “In the Court of the Crimson King”. Before I knew that, my brain kept trying to turn it into a section from David Bowie’s “The Width of a Circle”? Then it goes into…what…at 1:26? My brain goes, “It’s someone’s homage to Louie Louie!” Very familiar but I can’t place it. Help me out here.
Ah c’mon. Surely someone here must admit there are more than a few flashes of genius to this.
(OK, a BoingBoing commentor alerts that the second tune is “Psyche Rock” by Pierre Henry.)
The link doesn’t want to say what this is but it’s “Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody Old School Computer Remix” with an HP ScanJet 3C supplying the vocals. No effects or sampling. Awesome.
Seriously, I’m dumbfound. The end is perfection.
A really striking, unusual animation style.
He also has one of a traditional dancer set to electronica.
This provocative piece of Galanin’s was featured on BoingBoing today.
Now I know what a PIT maneuver is. (So this is two years old, it’s still an amazing vid. PITs are not intended to be used during high speed chases or when there are dangerous obstacles on the side of the road. Only sensible. Using the PIT on this guy on an overpass was not.) Next up, Gumby as conceived of by Polish animator Stefan Schabenbeck.
Here you go. Stefan Schabenbeck’s “Stairs”. I thought this would be an excellent animation to show H.o.p. after I teach him about the Haymarket Affair today. (P.S. You know I’m kidding, right? I’m reserving this animation for when he next tries to acquaint me with a “really great Youtube Lego animation!”)
Was reading about Liu Yan in the NYTimes, the celebrated dancer who was paralyzed from the waist down due to a stage malfunction during rehearsal for opening night performance at the Olympics. I read she’s studying to be a television announcer now.
Her emotional quality in dance is riveting, what she’s able to project. I hope she’s able to find expression in the arts again eventually…
“Just because I can see the moon
doesn’t make me an astronaut, you loon…”
It’s the fizziest ultimate bubble bath of your childhood all grown up, Mister and Madam Bubble dropping the shower curtain on their library of reflections.
A couple of wonderful whimsical offerings. H.o.p. loves the animations of Yannick Puig, such as the below “I Lived on the Moon”.
Another is the delightful “Krapooyo”.
I like Puig’s animations as well.
P.S. “I Lived on the Moon” was replayed over and over here today and probably will be for a while. I showed it to Marty when he got home and even he was anxious to see a larger version.
So I’ve viewed the animation I don’t know how many times and I’m still getting goosebumps when the giant bulb creature starts walking. Well, not just goosebumps. It lifts me out of my chair each time with me appreciatively whooping and thrashing the air and exclaiming, “Look! Look! Look! Isn’t that wonderful??!!!”
P.P.S. I’m back watching the movie again. (We’ve purchased the music CD from Kwoon, by the way. Overseas. Not available in America yet, it seems, except by individual Amazon mp3 download of each song. So, we went with buying the CD from Kwoon.) Amazing how expressive the child and the adult are when their only facial features showing are the eyes and eyebrows.
Wonderful, the mountains, the clouds, the way the stars light up in the sky. Then the appearance of the mask of a threatening blood red sun and the adult plunges down into the frame, the child looking down after him and suddenly there is the adult floating up in the distance, beside the threatening sun (beautiful shadows), seemingly overwhelmed, helpless. He is gone. Gone. What has happened? The boy left alone now in this landscape of pebble moon rocks. A remarkable impression of loss. The single small tree squeaks at him as he walks away. He goes to it and sits at its base.
When VROOM, up into the air, perfectly complementing the music, this whatever, we don’t know what yet, shoots into the sky. The first time H.o.p. and I saw that we did seriously yell in excitement, swept up ourselves. The tree now revealed to be this amazing bulb, soaring up to the moon, the boy propelled through the clouds like an astronaut, you can feel the physical and emotional forces exerted upon him are enormous as he rides the bulb up, ah, through the watery clouds.
The bulb stops. In the rays of the moon he explores what little surface there is. And is taken off guard as the bulb again begins to move. Its one seeming tether separating to reveal they are two breathtakingly, impossibly long legs. The bulb is quite large on these long spindly legs, and as it moves you see and feel the effort to stabilize its walk, reaching out that first leg with also a wonderful earth grappling sense of surety. We watch from afar as it finds its bearings.
There is nothing at all frightening about this marvelous bulb.
Then the boy takes off on the leafed stem of the bulb, flying above the clouds, tries as best he can to cover his head with his short arms as a wave of ocean sky cloud swallows them and WOW what a transition to his riding the flying stingray up up up and over the clouds, through the floating jellyfish.
Suddenly there appears the ship of the blood red sun. “Look at them throw their spears at him,” H.o.p. says. And they shoot at him that blood red sun cannonball on its tether. The boy is powerless to fight it, to do anything but simply ride the sting ray.
For a moment it looks as if he won’t make it, but indeed he escapes that blood red rage, the sting ray ferrying him out of reach just by a hair in the nick of time, and the boy sails on while the ship behind him, split by its own tethered cannonball, breaks in two and descends into the clouds.
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Just last night, after watching the eclipse, when I came back inside with my failed pictures. I looked at Saturn and Regulus (?) on either side of the moon, their spirals of light, and I thought, “Ah, jelly fish in the ocean sky.” So after having watched the eclipse I then took H.o.p. on a web journey looking for which deep sea self-illumining creature most looked like those stars in that deep sea sky ocean. (I am now reminded of the Light Eel we made last year.)
We were well primed for “I Lived on the Moon”.