Reblogged from chrisjohndewitt
Hamburger Bahnhof in 1984, with the memorial statue for railway workers killed in wartime.
“When we did Pornography tour, I used to wear loads of lipstick around my eyes so it looked like blood when I’d sweat. We all used to wear it just to look horrible. It changed my personality when I put it on. It’s like warpaint.I’ve never applied it for reasons of vanity. I haven’t got a mouth, basically. That’s why I started wearing it. People don’t know where my mouth is otherwise.”- Robert Smith 1987
Preparation of the shooting of the Sacrifice.
- 23rd May -
Setlist:
Tape / Open
High
Pictures of You
This Twilight Garden
A Night Like This
Lovesong
A Letter to Elise
Last Dance
Fascination Street
The Hungry Ghost
Screw
Lullaby
The Caterpillar
The Exploding Boy
Inbetween Days
Just Like Heaven
If Only Tonight We Could Sleep
Want
EndEncore 1:
It Can Never Be The Same
[iShant: Robert very emotional walking straight off stage. Roger looked at him surprised and followed.]Encore 2:
The Snakepit
Shake Dog Shake
From The Edge Of The Deep Green Sea
A ForestEncore 3:
Step Into the Light
Burn
Wrong Number
[iShant: " let’s see how close we can get to the curfew without breaking it" - RS]
Encore 4:
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Let’s Go To Bed
Close To Me
Why Can’t I Be You?
Boys Don’t Cry
I must tell you that we really have no desire to conquer any cosmos. We want to extend the Earth up to its borders. We don’t know what to do with other worlds. We don’t need other worlds. We need a mirror. We struggle to make contact, but we’ll never achieve it. We are in a ridiculous predicament of man pursuing a goal that he fears and that he really does not need. Man needs man!
Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
Naturally, I don’t care to, nor can I, resolve it myself; I am not a moralist, and my film is neither a denunciation nor a sermon. It is a story told in images whereby, I hope, it may be possible to perceive not the birth of a mistaken attitude but the manner in which attitudes and feelings are misunderstood today. Because, I repeat, the present moral standards we live by, these myths, these conventions, are old and obsolete. And we all know they are, yet we honor them. Why? The conclusion reached by the protagonists in my film is not one of sentimentality. If anything, what they finally arrive at is a sense of pity for each other. You might say that this too is nothing new. But what else is left if we do not at least succeed in achieving this? Why do you think eroticism is so prevalent today in our literature, our theatrical shows, and elsewhere? It is a symptom of the emotional sickness of our time. But this preoccupation with the erotic would not become obsessive if Eros were healthy, that is, if it were kept within human proportions. But Eros is sick; man is uneasy, something is bothering him. And whenever something bothers him, man reacts, but he reacts badly, only on erotic impulse, and he is unhappy.
Revisit Michelangelo Antonioni’s 1960 Cannes statement on L'AVVENTURA
