"The Holy Mountain" was a surrealist film from the 70's that was partly funded by John Lennon and Yoko Ono and single handedly started the midnight movie phenomenon in the United States. The trailer really isn't the best representation of the movie, but a lot of the unbelievable imagery in it still carries over.

"The Holy Mountain" was a surrealist film from the 70's that was partly funded by John Lennon and Yoko Ono and single handedly started the midnight movie phenomenon in the United States. The trailer really isn't the best representation of the movie, but a lot of the unbelievable imagery in it still carries over.

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*nochannel *terrible *wtf *obscure *cinema *vintage

What the fuck was going on there? Anybody ever seen, nay HEARD of this?

There was an excellent article written about this very idea in Harper's by Garret Keizer titled Specific Suggestion: General Strike, quote:

"Of all the various depredations of the Bush regime, none has been so thorough as its plundering of hope. Iraq will recover sooner. What was supposed to have been the crux of our foreign policy—a shock-and-awe tutorial on the utter futility of any opposition to the whims of American power—has achieved its greatest and perhaps its only lasting success in the American soul. You will want to cite the exceptions, the lunch-hour protests against the war, the dinner-party ejaculations of dissent, though you might also want to ask what substantive difference they bear to grousing about the weather or even to raging against the dying of the light—that is, to any ritualized complaint against forces universally acknowledged as unalterable. Bush is no longer the name of a president so much as the abbreviation of a proverb, something between Murphy’s Law and tomorrow’s fatal inducement to drink and be merry today.

If someone were to suggest, for example, that we begin a general strike on Election Day, November 6, 2007, for the sole purpose of removing this regime from power, how readily and with what well-practiced assurance would you find yourself producing the words “It won’t do any good”? Plausible and even courageous in the mouth of a patient who knows he’s going to die, the sentiment fits equally well in the heart of a citizen-ry that believes it is already dead.

Any strike, whether it happens in a factory, a nation, or a marriage, amounts to a reaffirmation of consent. The strikers remind their overlords—and, equally important, themselves—that the seemingly perpetual machinery of daily life has an off switch as well as an on. Camus said that the one serious question of philosophy is whether or not to commit suicide; the one serious question of political philosophy is whether or not to get out of bed. Silly as it may have seemed at the time, John and Yoko’s famous stunt was based on a profound observation. Instant karma is not so instant—we ratify it day by day.

The stream of commuters heading into the city, the caravan of tractor-trailers pulling out of the rest stop into the dawn’s early light, speak a deep-throated Yes to the sum total of what’s going on in our collective life. The poet Richard Wilbur writes of the “ripped mouse” that “cries Concordance” in the talons of the owl; we too cry our daily assent in the grip of the prevailing order— except in those notable instances when, like a donkey or a Buddha, we refuse to budge.

The question we need to ask ourselves at this moment is what further provocations we require to justify digging in our heels. To put the question more pointedly: Are we willing to wait until the next presidential election, or for some interim congressional conversion experience, knowing that if we do wait, hundreds of our sons and daughters will be needlessly destroyed? Another poet, César Vallejo, framed the question like this:

A man shivers with cold, coughs, spits up blood.
Will it ever be fitting to allude to my inner soul? . . .
A cripple sleeps with one foot on his shoulder.
Shall I later on talk about Picasso, of all people?

A young man goes to Walter Reed without a face. Shall I make an appointment with my barber? A female prisoner is sodomized at Abu Ghraib. Shall I send a check to the Clinton campaign? "

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With the original graphics on the creators blog.. nice sift
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yoko=wtf

i want to downvote for that reason, but i live near the world's only frank zappa monument so i guess i have to upvote.

damn, you guys weren't kidding. yoko is buzz-killing all over this track.

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Word. She really knows how to wreck a good time. I did hear an interesting Yoko album once... but that might have been the codeine.

I try to forget Yoko Ono's screech every day of my life and here it is again, goddammit!

Yoko Kanno is the queen of japanese music, arrangement, style, lyrics and raw talent, she's got it all. Love this series, it's music and I own all of it except for the new manga releases.

Agreed though this should be in From Asia With Love if you have it

oh and *music =)

Yeah, I would think so. From Asia with Love I would think. Again, Yoko Kanno is like the best.

ah... Yoko Kanno's best music...

She was great in Cowboy Bebop, Ghost in the Shell TV, etc... but Escaflowne, with her conducting the Warsaw Philharmonic still gets to me every time I hear it.

By the time you get about 2/3 of the way through the series, with war and other tragedy arriving, the music keeps hammering the pain of it all home.

/waaah - now I need to go watch it again... ;_;

Song is:
"残酷な天使のテーゼ [Zankoku na Tenshi no Te-ze (Thesis of a Cruel Angel)]" by Yoko Takahashi

I know raven already published this one but my post is a live version and is longer so I thought I'll give it a try.

From wikipedia:
Tank! is the opening song for the anime show Cowboy Bebop. The song, composed by Yoko Kanno and performed by The Seatbelts, has an extensive Alto Saxophone solo, as well as a fil part at the end. The song is a Big Band Style Jazz piece with a rhythm part that combines a bass guitar and conga drums. The beginning of the song features a voice over from the show's main character, Spike Spiegel, which alludes to a heist taking place over the duration of the song.

Info about The Seatbelts: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Seatbelts

Sorry, John. It's Yoko's fault.

*discard