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In imitation of the great contemporary juggernauts of commerce and popular society, i have, much like Oprah, decided to expand the scope of my non-profit The Frost Foundation to include a book club. I will be posting some works I’m currently reading at intermittent periods of time (probably every other week) via instagram (@afrostloveanchor), flickr (http://www.flickr.com/photos/loveanchor/), pinterest (http://pinterest.com/alexanderfrost/), wordpress (https://afrostloveanchor.wordpress.com/), and assorted other forms of social media with which i am involved. So far for this week we have:
‘The Golden Bowl’ by Henry James and ‘Brecht at the Opera’ by Joy H. Calico.
we can start an official page for the ‘Alexander Frost Book Club by Alexander Frost’ so people who want to get involved in literary discussions can do so, or we can skip that. it depends upon the number of positive responses i get. i understand talking books isn’t something everyone can get into, but having dedicated almost the entirety of my life to both the reading and composition of literature, it’s just something i’m passionate about. besides, i find it incredibly attractive, almost irresistible, to see lovely ladies reading. if you’re feeling the same way too, why not get on board? perhaps you can find your soulmate in an online book club. i mostly likely won’t, but i’m not doing this for me. it stopped being about me a long time ago. so take a look, it’s in a book- take my word for it (i’m a professional), or visit your local public library. books can be taken from those places for free. you don’t need a card. just pop it in your bag. the gov.’t will fit the bill. if they’ve the audacity to charge you for education, they should. but this is not an an endorsement of stealing things- just readin’, sharin’, and doin’ it- the three ‘ares’. are they not all awesome?
To learn more about The Frost Foundation, please visit the official Love Anchor/Alexander Frost website by clicking below:
The track ‘Leaving Home’ from the ‘Goodnight, Lover’ LP is now available to stream via the official Love Anchor MTV artists page. It’s free to listen, and it’s free to share. So hop to it, friends. Peace.
I’d like to start a petition: Mr. Gallo, please make this film available to the public, as I was unable to attend the Venice and Toronto festival screenings. Do it for Sage. But I won’t bother with a petition. Maybe I should just make my own version. Who’s with me?
By Mike Sauve
Introducing Promises Written in WaterTIFF Programmer Steve Gravestock said in his grave, stock tone, “It’s a poem.” Judging by the crowd’s anticipation, these people were pretty amped up for some high-grade poesy.
Why not? Buffalo 66 is an exceedingly cool film. The Brown Bunny is a) difficult, b) ambitious and c) features a scene where the director’s very schlong goes into the mouth of Chloe Sevigny…with these qualities Vincent Gallo defines the idea of the auteur, of “outsider chic.”
Promises in perhaps more avant-garde than The Brown Bunny—a movie that lets the camera rest on nothing but a rainy windshield for 6 minutes while Gordon Lightfoot’s Beautiful plays. BB also boasts a Lawrence of Arabia-inspired scene where Vinny’s speed-bike goes so far into some salt flats that it becomes a mere speck…in the original cut, it also comes all the way back at an…
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So, being the assiduous business person that I am, I always make sure to keep track of the pertinent information concerning my band- demographics, statistics, and all the tedious, boring and really rather heartbreaking facts and figures that constitute the non-musical side of being a professional musician. Though I work professionally in other artistic fields beyond music, the release of the Love Anchor LP has been my primary focus for quite some time now. It’s a shame, to a degree, as it keeps me from painting, filmmaking, modeling, and essentially spreading the proverbial wings of the artificer. I can admit it: I often feel lost, alone, confused, uncertain, unwanted, unappreciated, and irrelevant in a world where mass-produced idiocy has effectively usurped the rightful place of the truly groundbreaking, challenging, thoughtful, and refreshing works that I, and most other art loving individuals with half a brain, so ardently long for. I was looking over the most popular search terms relevant to Love Anchor/Alexander Frost, those which are being used by curious folks in the various search engines around the web, and I came across ‘good night lover meaning’. I both know, and, at the same time, do not know, how stumbling upon these words makes me feel. It’s challenging- ‘Goodnight, Lover’ is a challenging album, especially for a major (non-indie) release, and it’s packed with every emotion, or lack thereof, that I’ve experienced over the course of the six years it’s taken me to put the record together: I wrote, re-wrote, arranged, re-arranged, orchestrated, performed, erased, shelved, re-evaluated, engineered, and produced everything myself. The studio facilities where I’ve worked on the album were financed and built by me alone. Was it expensive and insanely laborious to not only put all of the necessary equipment together, but also to, from necessity, teach myself how to use each individual piece? Yes. A million times, yes. You’ve no idea. I’ve even had to learn to play a lot of instruments I was unfamiliar with, mostly winds and the like, and I believe I played somewhere around 50 instruments for the tracking/over-dubbing sessions. As for the big meaning behind this album- I think perhaps you should listen first, and find some meaning for yourselves. That’s the beauty of art- it’s completely open to interpretation. This is not to say ‘Goodnight, Lover’ is not about any particular people, events, or feelings I’ve encountered throughout the course of my life, for to say so would be an outright lie. This is the single most personal thing I will have ever released to the public. And that’s the reason why it’s been so elusive- I’ve been very secretive with the self-financing, the self-involvement, and the solipsism, I suppose one could say, as a manner of speaking, but it’s been for a good reason. It’s a very special reason- I want it to be a wonderful surprise for everyone who chooses to purchase it, to listen to it, to delve into it for themselves. In a lot of ways it’s a concept album focused on the nature of the human sexual relationship, from start to finish, from evolving in the early stages to falling apart from its very seams as it nears its end. Maybe I wrote it about a girl I thought, for once in my life, I’d have the opportunity of seeing each day for the rest of my life- ‘the one’ as they say, who completes you as a person, who ignites the passion inside of you, who you’ll live and die for, that one who, by fate or serendipity or simple accident, is your soulmate. Maybe you’re supposed to find one another, and perhaps nothing at all is meant to be. Regardless, whatever way you choose to look at it, it’s unbearably beautiful. In Ancient Eastern mythology, there exists the concept of the ‘red thread’ or ‘red string’. It’s said that by this thread you are connected, forever and always, to your life partner, and in that way you’ll always find one another. But it works both ways I presume- perhaps you find that person, and perhaps you do not. Either way, if you’re capable of finding one another, you’re just as able to keep your distance, to willfully stay separate from the other. One time this girl I broke up with posted the lyrics to the song ‘good woman’ by cat power as some faux-artistic statement of why she was such a waste, why she wanted to be treated poorly, and why I could never reconcile myself to ever being unkind to her. Is that at all relevant? One day I’ll tell you all about it, and I hope the words, every single one of them, dances right off the pages and into your heart. One day you’ll know what it’s all been about. Should I never choose to endure the hell I’ve put myself through in recording this album ever again, if I break up the band, at least you’ll know. First, let me find the words. Let me find something positive, that puts the fire back into it, into me, body and soul, that makes me feel up to the task. It’s all very heavy. And I’ve been through too much, as of now, to reveal the big meaning behind it. Fall in love. Be alone. Spend so much time alone that you begin to hate yourself and you forget where you end and your art begins. Sell yourself out when you understand you weren’t meant for anything else, that some people are meant to live out their 9to5 lives, with their wives and kids and mortgages; but some people are larger than life, and, if for no other reason beyond that, happiness shall always elude them. Greet death. Make your peace. And I promise I’ll tell you everything. Just listen first. Love it or hate it- it’ll have been worth it. I promise.
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i’m not sure if there is a medical term for this condition presently in usage, nor am i sure what it would be called if there were such a term in the medical lexicon; but i have the opposite of ‘stage fright’. i’m never afraid to step in front of an audience. i live for it in a lot of ways. there’s a serenity up there that i could never articulate, a point where everything seems so still, so oddly quiet- almost like it’s about to start raining. and i guess it does rain- i pour out words, notes, sweat, tears, and soul, if a soul is indeed what human beings are endowed with. i have a bad feeling about that, though; i have my doubts, but it doesn’t matter. what i’ve discovered to be the most unbearably cruel aspect of performance is the end of it all- when the applause stops, when the lights go down, when everyone i’ve tried to connect with starts shuffling away down the aisles and toward the doors- that’s what frightens me. it doesn’t seem right that a person can travel all around and try to make people happy through entertainment, and in so doing, be surrounded by new people and places, yet still feel empty and lonely, almost worse than how it was before it started. everyone files out and i come to the same conclusion each time it happens: that getting up on stage does not and will never bother me, just because it feels right; but it’s turning around to walk away like there’s something still burning in my lungs or on my lips that i’m dying to say, to scream, but my mind goes blank. everything goes dark and i forget what it was i was trying to convey in the first place. shouldn’t we all be doing something fun after the show is over? anything at all? and it starts to come back to me, bit by bit, what i was trying to say and could not, but not until i’m back in the hotel room, lying on the floor, watching sportscenter because i’m so high i don’t mind it despite my general dislike of major sports. and when i finally do pull the words up from out of me, from wherever they’d gone to hide, i try to smile, to have a ‘eureka’ moment, some grand epiphany others can see because it appears like magic above my head, a giant light-bulb, the universal symbol of the big idea, that’s about to turn on….everything is so close to being illuminated i can taste the tungsten in the back of my throat. it’s like i’m prometheus tip-toeing in some eternal night, so cautiously, but so excitedly, because i’m only moments away from bequeathing unto mortal man the gift of almighty fire i’ve stolen from on high, so surreptitiously that it doesn’t seem possible i could ever be found out- the perfect heist and the perfect hero. but i raise myself from the floor. i look around the hotel room. i’m 5 stories up from the streetsides of some foreign city i’ve found myself in. i’m the only 1 around. you packed your things and left already, a few cities back. no suitcase, no stray stockings, not even a wisp of hair on the pillowcase. and realizing how unutterably alone i am, i swallow the words i was about to unleash as if they possessed some inherent importance, some value at all, and i try to make myself forget this somber, but passionate soliloquy, but i can’t. i guess sometimes i just wonder where you are, if you’re awake or asleep. i’ll never call. no e-mail. no text. no nothing. i’ll drift from city to city like a somnambulist, a serenader of the forgotten and broken-hearted. sometimes i feel like a ghost. and sometimes i can’t help but wonder what you did all day.
i guess this then is a status-turned-essay in miniature, about a film, about a boy, about all the girls he loved, about all he lost, about the ancient eastern belief in the red thread of destiny: you are connected to your life partner for all time by an invisible red thread, and if only by that, you’ll always find each other. or always casually miss each other. it works both ways. you can always lose someone if you really want to.
‘I Wonder What You Did All Day’ (2011). b/w (french w/english subtitles). a short film written and directed by alexander frost, featuring appearances from the director and the lovely-as-always miss mariana perez, the actress. my film professor made me watch scenes from that michael douglas movie. this is what i gave him in return. it’s a gift. it’s so beautiful you’ll be sick. and with that, i walked away from school. watch.
I have recently returned from playing several shows in Music City, USA, AKA Nashville, TN as part of the promotional tour for the Love Anchor LP ‘Goodnight, Lover’. I met a great many wonderful people, though I must say there are some of them who weren’t so nice, and I could have just as well have never met them. I wouldn’t feel bad about not knowing they exist. When I wasn’t involved with performing or sleeping or watching others perform, I took late night walks through the city with my iPod and some noise-cancelling headphones. I tend to be ‘all over the place’ when it comes to the consumption of music and media, but I’ve attempted to put together a playlist of some of the tracks I listened to during these walks. It isn’t comprehensive by any means, nor is it a sly recommendation of what ‘you should be listening to’, as if somehow my taste is far superior than anyone else’s. It’s nothing like that- just a ‘thank you’, or perhaps a ‘love’ note in the form of a song sequence. It’s just a mix tape, if you will, or a track-list for a mix tape rather, intended only as a gift to the city itself and the people who call it home, those of whom so graciously took me in as I wander along, continuously looking for new places, new faces, and adventures. This, then, is just something I’d like to share with anyone who happens upon it- just because. Note: The tracks are not in any intended sequence. I’ll let you put it together yourself. That is, after all, the best thing about life- knowing you put it together yourself.
Most of the songs will be available on my YouTube Channel under ‘playlists.’ Here’s a link (subscribe if you’d like: (http://www.youtube.com/loveanchormgmt):
1) ‘Stay Positive’ – The Streets (This track, which along with the rest of the album ‘Original Pirate Material’, I’d not listened to in ages. I recommend it all, but this song just hit me really hard, being in a strange place with no one around. It’s strange to feel alone in a city, or an entire world, full of people. But I never quite feel at home wherever I go.)
2) ‘Cymbal Rush’ – Thom Yorke
3) ‘City Girl’ – Kevin Shields (Made me think of a girl I went to college with, who, subsequently, I’d learned had moved to Nashville after we’d stopped speaking and we’re effectively ‘through’.
4) ‘Sugarless’ – Autolux (This track and the beautiful song ‘Spots’ are two favorites by Autolux I find myself coming back to time and again.)
5) ‘Honey Pie’ – The Beatles (I was listening to a lot of The Beatles back-catalog during the journey. I played them a lot in the bus. This is one of THE songs I wish I’d written. Once again, makes me think of a girl. She’s from a country in the Middle East I’ve never been to, and I can’t say I know her very well at all, but I always seem to find myself thinking about her.)
6) ‘You Never Give Me Your Money’ – The Beatles (‘One sweet dream- pick up the bags, get in the limousine. Soon we’ll be away from here, so step on the gas and wipe that tear away. One sweet dream came true today.’)
7) ‘On Your Own Again’ – Scott Walker (One of my all-time favorite performers- ‘Scott III’ and ‘Scott IV” are, to me, his finest albums.)
8) ‘If You Go Away’ – Scott Walker (Walker doing a breathtaking rendition of the Jacques Brel classic. Astounding.)
9) ‘South Side of the Sky’ – Yes (I also made a copy of Yes bassist Chris Squire’s solo album ‘Fish Out of Water’ for the trip, though I didn’t get to listen to it as much as I’d planned.)
10) ‘Ten Years Gone’ – Led Zeppelin (There was a whole lotta Zep played. I just really like this song. Also one I wish I’d written.)
11) ‘If You Were Mine’ – Bille Holiday (Of Course!)
12) ‘Wake Up Alone’ – Amy Winehouse (I’ve listened to a lot of the late Winehouse’s work lately, and this track is especially haunting. Unfortunately, I can relate to the title.)
13) ‘Round The Bend’ – Beck (From the post-divorce record ‘Sea Change’, a radical, but beautifully somber, and altogether sad, departure from Beck’s ‘normal’ work. The country/singer-songwriter feeling seemed perfect for the location.)
14) ‘I’ll See You In My Dreams’ – Joe Brown (A newer rendition of a very old song by ukulele master Joe Brown, whom you may remember from the George Harrison Memorial Concert DVD. Beautiful.)
15) ‘My Red Hot Car’ – Squarepusher (Always excellent. This may melt your brain.)
16) ‘Loner’ – Burial (Fitting title for the purpose.)
17) ‘Escape Artist Blues’ – Eef Barzelay (I don’t know anyone else who owns this alt.-country record, but this track from the former Clem Snide frontman’s solo effort is beautiful- and it just felt like Nashville in a lot of ways I suppose.)
18) ‘Pretty Girl Why’ – Buffalo Springfield (I find myself coming back to this gorgeous tune even though it reminds me of a not-so-nice girl I used to know. I moved to Texas (of all places) for her. Then I changed my mind and decided to take on Texas alone.)
19) ‘The Colour of Spring’ – Mark Hollis (This record has been hugely influential for me. It’s the first, and only, solo effort from the frontman of former 80s powerhouse group Talk Talk. It’s quite the hidden gem, and seemingly constitutes the entirety of what Mr. Hollis hoped to convey with music- because he has not, and does not ever plan to release a follow-up. This was truly ‘it’- a swan song.)
20) ‘Inner City Blues’ – Marvin Gaye (One of my favorite musicians. This track is one of the most powerful on ‘What’s Going On’- one of my top 10 favorite records. I saw a good deal of poverty in Nashville. I gave what I could to as many people as I could, but some folks wouldn’t just ask for spare change- they’d be so brazen as to tell me exactly how much I was expected to give them (weird numbers, too, like $3.78))
21) ‘I Know’ – Fiona Apple (Again, brings to mind a girl I may never know.)
22) ‘Pilots’ – Goldfrapp
23) ‘Giggy Smile’ – Faust
And that’s it, at least for now. Enjoy, good people. I love you.