Friday, 19 August 2016

Things I Learned During a Recent Bout of Chronic Insomnia

I've suffered with insomnia all my life.  When I was a baby I'd still be awake at three in the morning, listening to mellow radio programmes and pondering the mysteries of life.  Why do we exist?  What happens to us when we die?  Where the hell did I put my rattle?

I've learned to deal with sleeplessness, to surf the bleary-eyed wave of not being awake yet not being asleep - time spent in the weird half life of a long night.  But even though I am by now quite used to insomnia, I still can't function well in a zombie state of sluggishness, and I find myself unable to write anything even vaguely coherent.  Instead, I surf the net, bouncing around from one thing to another, making a few notes here and there, or staring uncomprehendingly at the screen.

Here are five strange things I learned from a recent bout of insomnia:

1. Glamorous Hollywood Leading Lady Hedy Lamarr invented a radio guidance system for torpedoes.

 Hedy Lamarr, after fixing her car, putting up some shelves, and building a suspension bridge.

I was reading a thing about film noir, which led me to a thing about femme fatales, which led me to read about Hedy Lamarr, star of many a great movie from the late 30s to early 60s.  And how "at the beginning of World War II, Lamarr and composer George Antheil developed a radio guidance system for Allied torpedoes, which used spread spectrum and frequency hopping technology to defeat the threat of jamming by the Axis powers. Though the US Navy did not adopt the technology until the 1960s, the principles of their work are now incorporated into modern GPS, Wi-Fi, CDMA and Bluetooth technology..."

There's a play called Frequency Hopping by Elyse Singer which is all about Hedy Lamarr and her invention, and I'd love to see a production or read the script.

I wonder if other Hollywood sirens had little-known sidelines as weapons inventors.  Did Bette Davis come up with a new propulsion system for Allied U Boats?  Did Greta Garbo redesign the electrics on Sputnik before it was launched into orbit?  Did Marilyn Monroe invent some kind of bombshell?

2.  Most of the moons of Uranus are named after Shakespearean characters.

 It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad. -- Othello, Act 5, Scene 2.

There are 27 moons orbiting Uranus, and most of 'em are named after women in Shakespeare's plays - Desdemona, Portia, Miranda, Cordelia, Titania, etc.  That's got to be a sci-fi idea for something, surely?  Also, there are different categories of moons, one of which is the brilliant "spurious moons" (moons that may or may not be moons).  Spurious Moons just has to be an epic Rick Wakeman prog-rock opera about humanity coming together in druggy harmony to ward off evil cosmic forces.  I'd buy it.

3. It's a "Kindle" of Kittens

 Plus, they burn easily

We have kittens.  They're adorable.  It's not, though, a "litter" of kittens, as I'd thought.  "Litter" in this sense is not animal specific.  A specific litter of kittens is a "kindle".  I read that in An Exaltation of Larks by James Lipton.  On my Amazon Kindle.


4.  M*A*S*H spawned a range of toy action figures.


 Remember, kids - suicide is painless.

I know toy manufacturers would make money off anything - there is, believe it or not, a range of toys based on porn stars (I suppose you might call them sex toys) - but I am flabbergasted to learn that someone once thought it would be a commercially viable idea to sell to kids a range of action figures based on sarcastic, borderline alcoholic anti-war army surgeons stationed on the battlefront in Korea.  Disappointingly, their army greens aren't splattered with blood, and Klinger isn't wearing a dress.

5. The KAMCO Jupiter Robot was Awesome

 Annihilate Younger Brothers!

I had one of these as a kid.  A brilliant Christmas present. According to a retro site, this wonderful robot was:

"Battery operated, it walks, the eyes light up and it has 4 spring-loaded shooting missiles. When operating the eyes flash, the robot walks, stops, and then a space scene scrolls across his screen".

 I remember the missiles firing at my younger brother Troy, who tried to hide them.  The space scene on the screen was pretty bland, but I remember thinking it would be brilliant if it could play Dr Who stories. These days that would be really easy to do.  Imagine that - a robot that walks, fires missiles at your younger brother, and plays Dr Who stories on its screen.  Brilliant.  Sadly these toys now fetch between £60-100 on eBay, and I've got vet bills to pay.  Bah!

Sunday, 17 July 2016

The snow in Moscow is colder than a duck's bottom

Bridge of Spies is a wonderful Cold War film.  It's easily one of Spielberg's finest movies (and there's a lot to choose from - has any other director had such a brilliantly consistent career?), Tom Hanks has never been better, and the script by the Coen brothers and Matt Charman is first rate - intelligent, humane, gripping.

One of the things I love about this film is the production design and photography.  I love how the first half, set in the US in 1957-60, is warm and bright and colourful.  I love how the GDR scenes, in East Berlin in 1961, are bleak, drained of colour, cold.  It amuses me that we see the Berlin Wall being built in some kind of sub-arctic winter hell, when it was actually built (virtually overnight) in August, at the height of summer.


Berlin during a heatwave.


I chortled at those scenes, and applaud the artistic decision to do it that way.  Indeed I really love the depiction of a bombed-out nightmare GDR, where soldiers smash you in the face just because you accidentally inclined your head to the west, the Stasi arrest you and throw you in a cold and smelly prison cell just because your passport photo makes you look like a bit shifty, and the border troops gun you down without a second thought, even if you're only popping out to get some cat food. Historical accuracy is always subservient to storytelling, and we all know it wasn't really as cartoonishly bad as that in the GDR, but it wasn't far off.  And it makes a brilliant backdrop for stories.  Watching a craggy, snowed-on Tom Hanks down glasses of vodka as he plays cat and mouse with inscrutable agents for both Moscow and East Berlin is my kind of movie, frankly.

The only thing I miss is black and white photography and Richard Burton (I am obsessed with The Spy Who Came In from the Cold).






Friday, 8 July 2016

The spitfire falls

Grinning from ear to ear, tingles down my spine.  Punching the air in jubilation.

Marillion have released a new song!  Hooray!


"We are the new Kings
Sailing our seas of diamonds and gold
We are the new Kings
Seldom seen, elsewhere and unknown
We are the new Kings
Buying up London from Monaco
We do as we please
While you do as you're told"

And it's wonderful.   It's sixteen minutes long!

It's about the financial crash of 2008, the 1% who have all the money and power, the erosion of trust in our institutions, the downtrodden and vulnerable who are despised from on high by those who value only wealth, the heartbreaking way notions of patriotism have been hijacked by fascists -  in outright rejection of the decency and welcomeness that we once stood for.

I think.  It's all very clever and powerful, moving from section to section like a mini opera.  The bit near the end when a spitfire comes in, in full quadraphonic surround sound, is sublime.

"The New Kings" is a song from Marillion's forthcoming new album "F*E*A*R* (F*** Everyone and Run)", released in late September.  The first six minutes of "The New Kings" have been uploaded to Marillion's official YouTube page:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xiwtl-ljUI0

I love it to bits and am Dad dancing around my home, singing very loudly (and badly).  I'm even wearing a Marillion t-shirt.



Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Caboodle

https://soundcloud.com/vince-stadon/so-what-by-vince-stadon-101-anxiety

At least three people, including the other Oliver, have asked me to tell them what the hell is that track in So What? 101: Anxiety, and I suspect they're asking about different tracks, but who knows.

But anyways, as they say in NYC, here's the whole caboodle:

So What by Miles Davis
Rhapsody in Blue by Gershwin
Also Sprach Zarathustra by Strauss
Play Dead by Bjork
You Never Give Me Your Money by The Beatles
The Battle of Epping Forest by Genesis
Happiness is the Road by Marillion
Interior Lulu by Marillion
End Theme to The Curse of Frankenstein by James Bernard
Journey of the Sorcerer (Theme to The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy) by The Eagles
Dracula Overture by James Bernard
So What? by Miles Davis