I found an old CD the other day. It had fallen under the passenger seat of the car.
The front cover was missing. It was like one of those Now That’s What I call Music compilations, except with decent Indie music on it.
I played it and it took me right back to the 90s.
It got me thinking about how we mourn stars.
I’ve seen quite a few posts from cynics criticising people who eulogise about our recently departed idols because we never ‘knew’ them.
And they’re right.
I absolutely loved Bowie and Prince but I didn’t know them. It’s not a traditional kind of grieving that one would do for a loved one, though. It’s a grieving for all those times when your favourite singer was there for you. Through the good and the bad.
They punctuate the important times in our lives. When we were happiest, when we were broken-hearted.
We didn’t know them, but they knew us.
And that’s why we mourn them.
Tara Sparling writes about it much more eloquently than I, here.
Why this Sleeper track? Well, it was on the CD I found.
Let’s just say, it reminds me of a great big exclamation mark.
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Okay, we had my top 10, (ahem), love films of all time. So, I thought it was about time to man-up a bit and post – what I think – are the 10 best Sci-fi movies of all time – ever. To infinity and back.
Now, you may beg to differ with my chosen cinematic behemoths. And, if you do, you’d be wrong. However, feel free to enlighten me to any classics I’ve missed.
Cop hunts robots. Falls in love with robot. He might be a robot.
“Open the pod bay doors, Al.” A classic from Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke. “Open ’em yourself, yer lazy get.”
Epic empirical wars over life-giving spice [oil].
Things go frustratingly awry for Sam in this bureaucratic dystopia.
Man goes back in time to protect mother of future leader of resistance against robots. Pursued by Terminator, our hero ends up being the dad of the future leader. Eh? So, if he didn’t go back in the, oh forget it.
Rescue ship finds missing spaceship that can create black holes. Unfortunately, the black hole it created led to hell.
I’m still biting my nails over this deep-space thriller.
Who says sci-fi can’t be funny? Worth a view just for the orgasmatron.
Well, I liked it. No nasty aliens. No blood and guts. Just ethical questions about god and science.
Nothing is real, you know. Should be a documentary rather than a movie.