This time, an immobile cat-litter tray is forced to sit and listen while it is serenaded by a young child. Initially, it took it in good spirit, but after a few moments I noticed it was becoming increasingly despondent and began filming it. As ever, the conversion routine from phone to .avi files, the editing and re-rendering back to yet another file format has taken its toll. The footage is beautifully warped and pliable. The compression routines and algorithms have tried to second-guess the repetition in the door-mat pattern and the cat-litter itself, and attempted to back-fill in what it thinks are unnecessary blanks...the result is that the image is flat-looking, bleached-out and greyscaled (adding to the sense of despondency), yet it also seethes and swarms with fake artifact-motion as if it has some hitherto unguessed inner-life.
Ah, forget Pinter - Eartha Kitt died on Christmas Day, aged 81. She was working and gigging regularly pretty much up to the end, wh/ is pretty inspirational in itself.
Eartha Kitt: The Black Catwoman...the original Grace Jones...the chick that Orson Welles (who cast her in the early 50s as Helen of Troy in his Paris production of Dr Faustus) described as "the most exciting woman in the world"...
Eartha's notorious face-off with President Johnson's wife after being invited to the White House in '68 is another reason why she was cool:
"During the question period, Kitt stood up and confronted Lady Bird (during a White House luncheon discussion about crime), "Boys I know across the nation feel it doesn't pay to be a good guy." She moved closer to the First Lady and said that boys don't want to behave for fear of being sent to Vietnam saying, "You are a mother too, though you have had daughters and not sons. I am a mother and I know the feeling of having a baby come out of my guts. I have a baby and then you send him off to war. No wonder the kids rebel and take pot. And Mrs. Johnson, in case you don't understand the lingo, that's marijuana.""
Johnson put out word that Eartha had reduced his wife to tears, so she was blacklisted. Her house was bugged in an attempt to discover if she was a radical. When the FBI failed to dig up any dirt on her, the CIA compiled a smear dossier that described her as "a sadistic nymphomaniac with a vile tongue". Nice work if you can get it.
Needless to say she had a loyal Gay following, as evidenced by the assorted Disco, electro-beat and Hi-NRG records she released in the 80s, incl. collaborations with Jacques Morali, Bronski Beat and NRG don Ian Levine.
Here's the vid for "Where is My Man?" (where she looks alarmingly like Gary Glitter!)
And the, well, frankly purrrrposterous video for "I Don't Care" complete w/ sampled Eartha purrrrrs.
"I don't care what the trendies may do." Marvellous.
A special edition of Andersen's forthcoming, but oddly topical, new book - "Market Adjustment and Other Tales of Avarice" - is available for pre-order from Boxing Day onwards (Boxing Day - jeez!)...
Andersen describes it as follows:
"Wall Street screams with panic. The market is crashing and the forecast is bleak. People are losing their homes, their jobs, their families. Myron Barnes has one goal: to kill the President of the Chambers National Bank. Only as he enters the Chambers Building does he realize he may encounter something far more ancient and dangerous. Employees gone savage. Shifting realities. Blood sacrifice. But Myron will not turn back. He is at the bottom of humanity. And he has absolutely nothing left to lose.
"Market Adjustment and Other Tales of Avarice reveals men at the edge, struggling against the harsh realities of greed, lust and betrayal."
Soon to be available from Cargo Cult Press, an imprint so darned new that its valves are still warming up.