Showing posts with label Fred Falke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fred Falke. Show all posts

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Songs #21: In Love With You -- UPDATED. AND AGAIN.



This is both more inside-baseball promotion (peep Claire's newest post) and a reminder that French Touch is relevant to everything, in every moment. Alan Braxe and Fred Falke should work together again. Or, I hope they do. They made some amazing stuff. Also, some really cheesy stuff. As Carlton said the other day, if the girl you're dating digs this song you know she's awesome. Because this is next level snobbery: embracing embarrassing sentimentality as pure sentiment, aka eating the cheese with a grin. Ultimately, though, this is what I sing in chorus with Claire to Tippi. --RWK

Alan Braxe & Fred Falke - In Love With You
(zshare)

[Pix are dead giveaways in the link above. Melanie Daniels!]


UPDATE:
Seen on The Cinetrix's Pullquote, a Tippi Hedren Barbie doll.
plastic
Claire just said in the "Murderous" comment thread: "Um, wow. If I were one to want things like that thing, I would want that thing. Instead, all I want is that 'Naomi Watts thang.'"

UPDATE THE SECOND, 7/24/08: From the 2008 Comic Con coverage at Spout Blog.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Songs #6: Love Lost, 8:08 @ The Beach [UPDATED]

love lost
beach
Two French Touch space jams I've been digging a lot recently. They help me zone out and feel the groove. The first song, from Alan Braxe and Fred Falke, is old news, simple as hell, and maybe a little melancholic, but it's pretty perfect -- and restorative. The second song, from Falke alone, is kinda new. Every time I put it on my shoulders start to move involuntarily and then my head bobs and by the end of its six minutes my whole body can't quit: I feel this song. I know this. Forget about Lou Reed's idea of the prefect day: this is it. You know it. You've all had that perfect day -- that perfect summer day -- that winds down somewhere south, or maybe west, of wherever you call home -- somewhere with plenty of sand and waves -- and all you have to do is lean back, drink something and enjoy your friends. If you haven't had that perfect day, you're missing out. Like Brian Wilson says, SMILE! (Except I'm actually smiling!) --RWK

Alan Braxe and Fred Falke - Love Lost (zshare)

Fred Falke - 8:08 @ The Beach (via fluokids)

[Pix: Couldn't find my copy of Jules & Jim, or Masculin-Feminin, so another pair of French films (both by the same auteur) will have to do. There, I gave you a big hint this time. As if it wasn't already obvious.]


UPDATE: Or, should I say, more theft. Here's a new Fred Falke remix I'm already in love with.
a golden cage
The Whitest Boy Alive - Golden Cage [Fred Falke remix] (via DISCODUST)