With the pending release of Star Wars (Episode III): Revenge of the Sith (review), there's been plenty of hype in the media. Here's a few stories and other related items I picked out:
- Anakin vs. Luke, nature vs. nurture: Was Darth born bad?
An examination of why Anakin went bad. - That dark side of Darth Vader cuts across generations
Chicks dig the Vader. - The Art of Ralph McQuarrie
Best known for his unforgettable work on the Star Wars trilogy. The website has conceptual drawings and designs, all taken directly from Ralph McQuarrie's personal archives. - The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster
Journal of Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith and Servant to His Supreme Excellency the Emperor Palpatine. Funny stuff! There are entries with titles like "Does It Hurt When I Go Like This?" and "Keep On Darthin' In The Free World". Here's a quote:"His spirit danced and rained, his emotions farting out bright, flickering clouds of micro-causal flotsam in every direction. Lumbering arcs of probability swung around him in sick, drunken orbits, any one of them threatening to actualize at a sneeze. Quite a lightshow, really. People who cannot see the Force have no idea what they are missing."
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The landscape of music shook at the end of 1969 when the Rolling Stones released Let It Bleed. The review from Ink Blot magazine puts it best:
"Gimme Shelter" is the sound of a frantically braking freight train about to crush the '60s under its wheels. Along with the tragedy at Altamont, Let It Bleed's opening salvo came to signal the end of a decade's optimism.
The song starts with the Keith's probing guitar, almost asking us "are you ready? are you?" Anticipation builds with the haunting "oooooh"'s. Gently, gently ... then it shifts to a firm shove with the transition from Charlie Watts. It reaches down and takes a firm hold of your soul, shaking the memories awake of things you would rather forget. Bad things. You try to pull away, but you really don't want to. The pain is sweet and you need the release. Mick tells us of a storm and mad bull, but we're lost in our own shame. Then, almost, without warning, Mary Clayton bursts our ears with such passion, forcing those bottled up tears to come loose. Our heads are down, our eyes are closed, our cheeks streaked with tears of anger, shame, regret, fear - we sway back and forth and scream silently. Then at the end, Mick's words of love are like a gentle hand under our chin. Just a kiss away ...
"Oh, a storm is threat’ning
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
Ooh, see the fire is sweepin’
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost it’s way
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away ...
... I tell you love, sister, it’s just a kiss away
It’s just a kiss away ..."
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