SOUNDTRACK: FOOTSTONE-Lippy (1995).
This is the debut CD put out by Footstone. Dromedary has made it available for download on their site. This disc jibes nicely with the songs the band was releasing at this time: kinda heavy, but mostly melodic indie rock (emphasis on rock).
Unlike some of the other dromedary releases, there’s not a lot of diversity on the disc. And that’s not a bad thing, it’s 12 (well, really 11 if you discount the silly first track) tracks of first rate 90s rock. There’s a few surprises, like the cool bass break in “Supwerworld”, or melodic expanses on other tracks there, but largely you get loud rock songs. And there is something creepily irresistible about the track “Watermelon.” I’m not exactly sure what it’s about but I can’t stop listening to it. It reminds me vaguely of Mother Love Bone, but I think more in spirit than anything tangible.
Ralph, the singer, has a really strong voice. He can hit a note and hold it which works really well with most of these choruses. And the music is consistently solid. There’s even a cover of the Juicy Fruit jingle!
The downloadable tracks make this available for the first time in 15 years. And you can listen at Dromedary Radio at any time.
[READ: February 18, 2010] “Álvaro Rousselot’s Journey”
This story, translated by Chris Andrews, starts out with a delightful bit of Bolaño dark humor. “Keen readers of mid-twentieth-century Argentine literature, who do exist…” It follows the life of Álvaro Rousselot, who published his first book in 1950 at the age of thirty. It sold poorly but was eventually, surprisingly, translated into French.
A few years later, a French film came out which was petty clearly an adaptation of Rousselot’s book, although Rousselot’s name was never mentioned in connection with the film. He never addressed the issue directly with anyone, but lawyers suggested he take action. He never did, besides, by then, he had written a second book, quite different from the first. This was later followed by a collection of short stories and then a third novel.
Shortly after this third book came out and before it was even translated into French, Morini made a film that was clearly based on this book (again, Rousselot was unacknowledged). This time he was enraged, but he remained passive, preferring to get on with his life, but always preparing for another shock.
But that shock never came. Morini’s next film was wholly unrelated to anything Rousselot has done. In fact, Morini seemed to move in a new direction for the remainder of his films.
Some time later, Rousselot was invited to Frankfurt for a literary festival. Being so close to Paris, he couldn’t resist trying to track down Morini, just to talk to him. The rest of the story concerns Rousselot’s long and winding journey in trying to track down this mysterious filmmaker. He receives numerous leads, all of which lead him closer to his man.
This was a peculiar story which I enjoyed quite bit. It had all of the trapping of a thriller, but it was written with such a slow meandering pace, with so little in the way of suspense, that it was more of a road trip. The ending was very strange indeed, unsatisfying in some ways and yet inevitable in others.
I’m really starting to enjoy these meandering Bolaño stories. It seems so unusual especially when compared to his fast paced poetry.
For ease of searching I include: Bolano Alvaro