BAKSHI CHANGED ANIMATION AS WE KNOW IT AND ALL HE GOT WAS SOME LOUSY T-SHIRTS

T.M.I. blog from June 2008.

TIME FOR DYMAXION

“Dare to be naive.”
Buckminster Fuller

T.M.I. blog from May 2008.

LIFSHITZ IS REAL

“Sometimes we would go to clubs wearing like 5 different polo shirts each. We would wear one on top of another and switch shirts.”

May 2008 T.M.I. bloggery. As with the Dexys post, I couldn’t leave the topic alone and ended up blogging about it again.

BURN IT DOWN

May 2008 T.M.I. blog post.

PERFORMANCE ANXIETY

“You’re a comical little geezer. You’ll look funny when you’re fifty.”

T.M.I. blog oldness from April 2008. Apologies for any dead links.

Cinematic perfection. Why don’t studios like Warner still take risks like Performance? Real villains, bohemian antics, great looking marketing materials and a two year studio shelving. Last Poets on the soundtrack and plenty of experimentation sans the usual pitfall of showy onetime commercial and promo clip helmers’ lack of substance.

WHEN WE WERE KINGS

Another old T.M.I. post from April 2008. Apologies for any dead YouTube links.

FREE P(ress)

One day a week
I’m a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers

‘Printhead’ The Fall

More. T.M.I. blog oldness from April 2008. The magazine industry went into freefall even more than I ever anticipated a few months later.

THE UNDISPUTED TRUTH…

More T.M.I. blog oldness circa. April 2008.

In the UK we really need to stop deifying mediocrity. Mediocre isn’t the word – ‘shit’ might be more ample. Zoo shifts copies, Danny Dyer is better known than Paddy Considine. Kasabian bandmembers get laid. British heavyweights are…British heavyweights. Pass me the Wilkinson Sword blades. Life isn’t fair – and of all sports, boxing really isn’t fair.

WE’VE GOT GRIM LOCKED DOWN

Ancient blog post from the old T.M.I. dating back to March 2008.

Word to Percy Carey – he’s got an appropriately gruelling story to tell, but when we’re not lapsing into high gloss nostalgia, nobody does bleakness like the Brits. It’s something to be proud of. Onscreen, the Canadians can bring it, as can the Aussies and Russians, but we’ve got it down to a fine art. And in the case of ‘Apaches’ and ‘Threads’ there’s a gloom that never seems to subside…