You know what film has a good soundtrack? Ghost World.
Yo, this post is dedicated to all my heads that spent 2002 through 2006 fucking with girls who oh-so-studiously spent their time attempting to cop Enid Coleslaw’s style, but’d never admit to having Ghost World as a favourite film in their Friendster/Myspace/whateverthefuck we used back then profile. It’s also taken me seven years to realise that “Enid Coleslaw” is an anagram of “Daniel Clowes”. I thought he was just being cute.
So anyway, Ghost World is the best teen movie of the decade (its only real competitition is Mean Girls and Stick It, unless you want to make with the filmblog-friendly challenging opinions and start claiming that City of God and Gomorrah have inherent John Hughes influences). Thora Birch back when she had great tits, Scarlet Johansson back when she didn’t, Steve Buscemi with the creep button turned up two notches higher than the role strictly necessitated, and fallen soldier Brad Renfro showing that pussy ass Heath Ledger how a soon-to-OD actor takes control of a supporting role. But we’re not here to talk about the movie. Let us briefly consider the soundtrack.
For some, the movie’s opening scene of Enid shimmying about her dad’s apartment to a Bollywood soundtrack was the very moment in their existence they decided to be one of those/to solely date quirky indie broads with a firesale dress attire. For me, it was more reminiscent of those afternoons spent in Hindi-owned school uniform shops as a young bairn waiting for my mother to find a pair of trousers that’d fit me. “Jaan Pehechaan Ho”, and the associated dance routine, is taken from the 1965 Bollywood movie “Gumnaam”, a light-hearted comedy in which a bunch of strangers are forced into a mysterious mansion and murdered one by one. I’m not sure where the dancing features into this.
Skip James was a former sharecropper and bootleg whiskey maker who knocked out a bunch of albums in the late 1920s only for the Great Depression to hit, and resultantly people had little money to spend on wax cylinders of his innovative three-fingerpicking technique style of blues. After being rediscovered by folk musicians in the early 1960s, he spent most of the rest of the decade hating folk musicians, before dropping dead in 1969. He has since been covered by Beck, Hope of the States, Deep Purple and Dion. Well done all involved.
If I’m going to listen to downbeat folk music with allusions to “wider social commentary” and the word “nigger” thrown about like so much confetti by a bunch of bodrick-lookin’ racists, I’d much rather it was “C-h-i-c-k-e-n Spells Chicken” by the McGee Brothers than any of Elvis Costello’s 90s albums.
The BluesHammer is one of Novi Sad’s favorite club bands. They combine standard blues with overtones of Southern Rock, rock and soul to produce a sound all of their own, improvization at the forefront. They groove and the people move! They’ve played at the EXIT International Music Festival in Novi Sad (’04, ’05), the KlikkBlues Festival (Novy Zamky, Slovakia) and the Sabac Blues Festival, plus most of the major clubs in Serbia. In 2006, they put out their first album “Can’t Stop” and are currently working on their next project. In the meantime, they played at the Beautiful Blues on the Danube Festival 2006 in Novi Sad, together with Bootleg Blues from Belgrade and The Terry Evans Band.
“Wow, look at me. I’m not even listening to a word you’re saying.”