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greygirlbeastSome stuff I forgot to say this morning, and some more Dax. Because, like bow ties, she's still cool.
My two favorite photos of Danielle Dax, behind the cut:
The photo I used for the icon, which is on the back of Blast the Human Flower (1990). I wanted to post it large, because the icon mangles it. The very fucking definition of sexy.
And a still from her appearance in Neil Jordan and Angela Carter's The Company of Wolves (1984), wherein she played the wolf girl who climbed out of a well and lived with an elderly priest. A transcript:
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. VILLAGE - NIGHT
track in on the well. Wind blows. Pigeons erupt into the shot.
ROSALEEN (vo) Once upon a time. . .
The well mechanism, cogs turning.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . when the village was asleep. . .
The edge of the well: a wolf appears over the lip, its eyes glowing in the
dark. It lifts its muzzle exploratorily, looks into the camera.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . a she-wolf came, from the world below to the world
above.
A cottage window, which lights up as someone inside approaches the window
holding a candle.
The wolf on the well lifts its head in response to a distant howling, and
howls back.
It lowers its head and jumps down out of shot.
Wolf moves away from the well uncertainly.
It looks about.
It trots away from the village towards the bridge.
ROSALEEN (vo) She meant no harm. . .
The wolf on the bridge, the church spire visible in b.g.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . to anyone, but someone meant harm to her.
Cottage door opens; pan down to reveal a MAN holding a rifle.
He fires.
CLOSEUP as the bullet strikes the wolf's leg.
It wheels around, yelping with pain.
It flees over the bridge towards the church, whining.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
The she-wolf limps through the underbrush, panting in pain.
ROSALEEN (vo) So she ran. . . and she ran. . .
EXT. CHURCHYARD - NIGHT
ROSALEEN (vo). . . and she ran again. . .
The wolf limps up the stone steps leading to the rectory.
The wolf hesitates, her eyes glowing.
CLOSEUP of light shining out from beneath the door.
The wolf lowers her head and whimpers.
She limps further up the steps to the door.
She wheels and runs back down as the door opens and the OLD PRIEST emerges.
He looks out into the misty churchyard.
OLD PRIEST Who's there? Who's there?
The wolf looks out from behind a tombstone.
The OLD PRIEST comes down the steps slowly; camera PANS right to reveal the
WOLF GIRL crouching down where the wolf was previously.
She is naked, her body hidden by her long black hair, holding out her arms
in supplication.
The OLD PRIEST recoils in alarm.
OLD PRIEST This is holy ground!
The WOLF GIRL holds out her arms.
The OLD PRIEST extends his arms.
Their hands meet.
OLD PRIEST Can you speak?
He kneels down beside her.
Her face is streaked with tears.
OLD PRIEST Are you God's work, or the Devil's? (she looks away) Oh, what do
I care whose work you are. . .
He takes her wounded arm and wraps a cloth around it.
OLD PRIEST . . . you poor, speechless creature?
He smiles reassuringly at her as he wraps the bandage tightly.
He puts one hand to her wet cheek.
OLD PRIEST It will heal. . . in time.
He holds her, stroking her hair gently. Camera pans away amongst the
tombstones.
ROSALEEN: (vo) And the wound did heal. . .
The WOLF GIRL's tear-stained face.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . for she was just a girl after all. . .
INSERT: CLOSEUP of a white rose in full bloom.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . who had strayed from the path in the forest. . .
Slowly the rose opens and turns deep red.
CLOSEUP of the WOLF GIRL weeping.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . and remembered what she'd found there.
INSERT: the rose turns completely red as it opens fully.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
The WOLF GIRL moves slowly through the underbrush.
The village with the church spire in b.g.
ROSALEEN (vo) So back through the forest she ran and ran. . .
The WOLF GIRL creeps across the bridge, her long hair hiding her naked form.
She moves across the bridge.
She approaches the well.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . to the well,and the village, from whence she came. . .
She approaches the well cautiously, then climbs up onto the lip.
She slowly lowers herself down into the well.
ROSALEEN (vo) She crept inside, to the world below . . .
close shot of the WOLF GIRL's spread hand disappearing over the lip of the
well.
Meanwhile...
I meant to say there was very good rp with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
omika_pearl last night. And, Riftwise, Spooky and I did the Iron Tomb with stsisyphus and friends. Later, while I was rping, he and she continued to quest together, and rob cairns, and dance with squirrels.
And thanks for all the comments, guys. It truly has been helping. Sometimes, it's good to know the last Martian has all this human company.
* Can't seem to make the superfluous go away.
My two favorite photos of Danielle Dax, behind the cut:
The photo I used for the icon, which is on the back of Blast the Human Flower (1990). I wanted to post it large, because the icon mangles it. The very fucking definition of sexy.
And a still from her appearance in Neil Jordan and Angela Carter's The Company of Wolves (1984), wherein she played the wolf girl who climbed out of a well and lived with an elderly priest. A transcript:
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. VILLAGE - NIGHT
track in on the well. Wind blows. Pigeons erupt into the shot.
ROSALEEN (vo) Once upon a time. . .
The well mechanism, cogs turning.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . when the village was asleep. . .
The edge of the well: a wolf appears over the lip, its eyes glowing in the
dark. It lifts its muzzle exploratorily, looks into the camera.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . a she-wolf came, from the world below to the world
above.
A cottage window, which lights up as someone inside approaches the window
holding a candle.
The wolf on the well lifts its head in response to a distant howling, and
howls back.
It lowers its head and jumps down out of shot.
Wolf moves away from the well uncertainly.
It looks about.
It trots away from the village towards the bridge.
ROSALEEN (vo) She meant no harm. . .
The wolf on the bridge, the church spire visible in b.g.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . to anyone, but someone meant harm to her.
Cottage door opens; pan down to reveal a MAN holding a rifle.
He fires.
CLOSEUP as the bullet strikes the wolf's leg.
It wheels around, yelping with pain.
It flees over the bridge towards the church, whining.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
The she-wolf limps through the underbrush, panting in pain.
ROSALEEN (vo) So she ran. . . and she ran. . .
EXT. CHURCHYARD - NIGHT
ROSALEEN (vo). . . and she ran again. . .
The wolf limps up the stone steps leading to the rectory.
The wolf hesitates, her eyes glowing.
CLOSEUP of light shining out from beneath the door.
The wolf lowers her head and whimpers.
She limps further up the steps to the door.
She wheels and runs back down as the door opens and the OLD PRIEST emerges.
He looks out into the misty churchyard.
OLD PRIEST Who's there? Who's there?
The wolf looks out from behind a tombstone.
The OLD PRIEST comes down the steps slowly; camera PANS right to reveal the
WOLF GIRL crouching down where the wolf was previously.
She is naked, her body hidden by her long black hair, holding out her arms
in supplication.
The OLD PRIEST recoils in alarm.
OLD PRIEST This is holy ground!
The WOLF GIRL holds out her arms.
The OLD PRIEST extends his arms.
Their hands meet.
OLD PRIEST Can you speak?
He kneels down beside her.
Her face is streaked with tears.
OLD PRIEST Are you God's work, or the Devil's? (she looks away) Oh, what do
I care whose work you are. . .
He takes her wounded arm and wraps a cloth around it.
OLD PRIEST . . . you poor, speechless creature?
He smiles reassuringly at her as he wraps the bandage tightly.
He puts one hand to her wet cheek.
OLD PRIEST It will heal. . . in time.
He holds her, stroking her hair gently. Camera pans away amongst the
tombstones.
ROSALEEN: (vo) And the wound did heal. . .
The WOLF GIRL's tear-stained face.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . for she was just a girl after all. . .
INSERT: CLOSEUP of a white rose in full bloom.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . who had strayed from the path in the forest. . .
Slowly the rose opens and turns deep red.
CLOSEUP of the WOLF GIRL weeping.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . and remembered what she'd found there.
INSERT: the rose turns completely red as it opens fully.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
The WOLF GIRL moves slowly through the underbrush.
The village with the church spire in b.g.
ROSALEEN (vo) So back through the forest she ran and ran. . .
The WOLF GIRL creeps across the bridge, her long hair hiding her naked form.
She moves across the bridge.
She approaches the well.
ROSALEEN (vo) . . . to the well,and the village, from whence she came. . .
She approaches the well cautiously, then climbs up onto the lip.
She slowly lowers herself down into the well.
ROSALEEN (vo) She crept inside, to the world below . . .
close shot of the WOLF GIRL's spread hand disappearing over the lip of the
well.
Meanwhile...
I meant to say there was very good rp with
omika_pearl last night. And, Riftwise, Spooky and I did the Iron Tomb with stsisyphus and friends. Later, while I was rping, he and she continued to quest together, and rob cairns, and dance with squirrels.And thanks for all the comments, guys. It truly has been helping. Sometimes, it's good to know the last Martian has all this human company.
* Can't seem to make the superfluous go away.
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:03 am (UTC)Also, just saw the nominations for the Shirley Jackson Awards. Congratulations!
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:55 am (UTC)It's nice to see her again, especially here. Thanks for the memories, Aunt Beast.
I've never heard of her before
Date: 2011-04-19 03:49 am (UTC)As for human company, well I'm not very good with that myself. The time I look forward to most in the day is 10pm-2am when I can watch old episodes of Matlock and Murder, She Wrote. And for some reason I seem to save reading your journal for the night time. Humans can be funny and unreliable.
Comments/messages are always a nice surprise though regardless of who/what sends them.
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Date: 2011-04-19 03:59 am (UTC)I really need to watch The Company of Wolves again - I'd been thinking about it recently anyway, and this was one of my favorite sequences, yet I'd forgotten about it (!) except for a subconscious impression. So thank you for posting the transcript.
By the way, have you ever seen Valerie and Her Week of Wonders? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPyPEraG74c It and Company of Wolves seem to occupy the same space in my subconscious.
Also, belated thanks for posting links to CocoRosie a while back - I've played both "Gallows" and "Lemonade" (and watched the videos) an uncountable number of times since.
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 04:54 am (UTC)Danke!
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:55 am (UTC)I own a copy. Next time you're here, I'll remedy this oversight.
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:56 am (UTC)Was Neil Jordan ever that strange again?
I'm thinking...
Perhaps The Butcher Boy.
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:57 am (UTC)Intriguing ... had never heard of Dax or The Company of Wolves before...
Wow. Then I did a good thing today.
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:58 am (UTC)I was able by hook or by crook to go to a listening party for an alternative radio station back in 1989 where she debuted that album and it was truly amazing. I remember she wore lime green PVC and was very, very polite to all these Americans who really didn't have a clue who she was yet. I had a postcard that she autographed for me that I lost years ago,
I am in awe.
And, somehow, the loss of the postcard only makes the whole thing more magical.
Re: I've never heard of her before
Date: 2011-04-19 05:00 am (UTC)Humans can be funny and unreliable.
It's like the beginning of a song from Mister Roger's...
Now I have to write the rest of it.
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:02 am (UTC)Hoshit, that first photo.
Exactly.
It and Company of Wolves seem to occupy the same space in my subconscious.
I'll have to take a gander.
Also, belated thanks for posting links to CocoRosie a while back
They are so amazing.
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:06 am (UTC)This sounds like a plan.
What are you doing next week?
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:08 am (UTC)What are you doing next week?
Writing! But...we can likely work something out.
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 06:02 am (UTC)This is my DD story: I interviewed her via phone for her Blast the Human Flower release. I truly wanted to meet her in person.
We trundled up to NYC to see DD open for Sisters of Mercy. Problem was I was on the SOM guest list, and the fine folks at Elektra hadn’t dropped off the guest list yet. Assholes. The show was sold out. I felt ready to scream. My partner and I walked to the nearest bar, consumed a few glasses of cheap red wine, returned and waited for the Elektra goofballs to bring the guest list.
That was the night Andy sucked hard. I swear he fucked up the show on purpose because he hated his record company. My inebriation enabled me to tell him so backstage. He muttered, “I know” and ran away from me.
Danielle wasn’t backstage. Yeah, that night sucked all the way around. The two hour drive accompanied by the red-wine brain scramble completed the suck factor.
You are correct, DD is vastly underrated.
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Date: 2011-04-19 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 07:22 am (UTC)This is my DD story: I interviewed her via phone for her Blast the Human Flower release. I truly wanted to meet her in person.
Alas, I have no actual contact DD story.
That was the night Andy sucked hard. I swear he fucked up the show on purpose because he hated his record company. My inebriation enabled me to tell him so backstage. He muttered, “I know” and ran away from me.
That is truly fucking hilarious.
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Date: 2011-04-19 07:25 am (UTC)will aunt beast feel plagued rather than pleased?
I admit I do not entirely understand this comment. But I always feel plagued. Still, not your fault.
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Date: 2011-04-19 11:51 am (UTC)And re. the first photo:
The very fucking definition of sexy.
Agreed.
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Date: 2011-04-19 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 05:50 pm (UTC)Mmmm... the face is a little young? Alice through a different sort of looking glass...
But the music -is- great.
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Date: 2011-04-20 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-20 07:46 am (UTC)I still love his music.