kings of new york dvd – Heaven’s Gate – Christopher Walken’s Bloody Introduction
Christopher Walken’s unforgettable introduction in Michael Cimino’s HEAVEN’S GATE. Available now on Blu-ray and DVD: www.criterion.com
SF Gate has a nice article on Cable Car Clothiers. I live in Oakland, which is just east of San Francisco, and but whenever I’m in the city and within a five block radius of Cable Car Clothiers, I make a point to stop by. Admittedly, I’ve only bought one thing from them (a small horn comb), but only because I’m not able to afford most of what they sell. It’s a beautiful shop to check out, however, especially if you appreciate classic American style. I look forward to seeing their new location.
KINGS OF NEW YORK – NILE’s Karl Sanders Talks About NEW Album ‘At The Gate Of Sethu’ & Shredding DEAN Guitars!
The reigning kings of technical, historically-themed brutality, NILE, have announced a July 3rd release date for their upcoming studio album, ‘At The Gate Of Sethu’. The follow-up to NILE’s latest state-of-the-Death-Metal-art release, ‘Those Whom the Gods Detest’ (2009), will once again be released via Nuclear Blast Records. Neil Kernon (Cannibal Corpse, Macabre) handled production duties for NILE’s seventh full-length. During the bands recent tour stop in New York City with THE BLACK DAHLIA MURDER, SKELETONWITCH and HOUR OF PENNANCE, we had the chance to sit down and chat with NILE’s own Karl Sanders. During the conversation we discussed the bands legacy, their NEW album ‘At The Gate Of Sethu’, and why he chooses to play DEAN Guitars! Are you ready? Grab a cold one and listen up!
I can’t say I feel relieved or satisfied; just the opposite, I am crushed. Only my goal is reached: I know what I wanted to know; I have understood all that has happened to me since January. The Nausea has not left me and I don’t believe it will leave me so soon; but I no longer have to bear it, it is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.
So I was in the park just now. The roots of the chestnut tree were sunk in the ground just under my bench. I couldn’t remember it was a root any more. The words had vanished and with them the significance of things, their methods of use, and the feeble points of reference which men have traced on their surface. I was sitting, stooping forward, head bowed, alone in front of this black, knotty mass, entirely beastly, which frightened me. Then I had this vision.
It left me breathless. Never, until these last few days, had I understood the meaning of “existence.” I was like the others, like the ones walking along the seashore, all dressed in their spring finery. I said, like them, “The ocean is green; that white speck up there is a seagull,” but I didn’t feel that it existed or that the seagull was an “existing seagull”; usually existence hides itself. It is there, around us, in us, it is us, you can’t say two words without mentioning it, but you can never touch it.