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[BtVS/AtS] VID: Origin Stories by Gianduja Kiss
Vid Title: Origin Stories
Song: "Coffee" by Aesop Rock feat. John Darnielle
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel
Summary: It's Nikki Wood's fucking coat.
Download/streaming information at GK's lj.
Notes: Storyboard and editing by
giandujakiss.
Commissioned and conceived by
thuviaptarth for Sweet Charity.
Beta by
counteragent,
boniblithe,
sol_se,
etothey, and
springgreen.
Lyrics
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie talkies
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be
first to immerse in the pass-out heat,
face in the mud where the moxie melt
'til he woke up drowning in tchochke hell
war [more?] in a cave with a torch on the wall
then [than?] a window arrangement of porcelain dolls
on a brand new day saw what he saw
property owners who crawl to the mall
with a bad toupee and a face
like you author the law
face like you're mourning a loss
right hand on a can of worms
left full of gold he will trade for turf
i mean that's okay, you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day
but a model of mercy and might? no way,
marionette who will clap and obey
dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys,
meet and greet and they all slap five
cheek to cheek when they colonize
and a grown-ass man shall abide as he wish,
walk that path with a dime and a stick,
walk that path with a diamond and wine,
walk that path to the firing line, just walk,
pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine,
let's be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid,
don't hop on the fence,
play to the radius far and away, orbit wide
don't park in his space,
one little martyr who talk in his face
make one little Weatherman sharpen the blades.
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie talkies
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be
first to the curb with the mad-cow meat,
face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell,
boomtown kid who was taught by the binge
that the man who expires with the most shit wins,
that's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich,
not a routine friend in a pinch,
still not used to the stench,
how it throws off otherwise lucid events,
in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms,
it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief from capacious rains,
but just cuz i don't want to war with you,
it don't mean go warm up the barbecue,
i'm like, pardon you, sawed-off limit,
my high noon is a quick little minute,
i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
who simply isn't gonna ever really get it,
this HQ is alive and alone,
no driveway, no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone,
no world's tiniest violin song,
and i might just lie to them all,
lying in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed,
when the timing is right i will rise and record,
call for the monster beats and blockhead
got animal drums like he's doctor teeth,
it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
john darnielle:
i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967, colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
I gave
giandujakiss a song, a summary line, two very long emails about the conceptual basis of the vid, four or five lyric matching suggestions, and a ton of headaches during the beta process. She made a vid that did everything I wanted but even better. It was like all the fun parts of writing a story without any of the hard parts, and she never once complained about the Sweet Charity story I owed her, already three months overdue. It was AWESOME.
I am being all quiet and restrained because I love the vid so much I'm almost exploding with it. But what I want to say most is: GO WATCH IT NOW NOW NOW. PLEASE.
Song: "Coffee" by Aesop Rock feat. John Darnielle
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel
Summary: It's Nikki Wood's fucking coat.
Download/streaming information at GK's lj.
Notes: Storyboard and editing by
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Beta by
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Lyrics
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie talkies
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be
first to immerse in the pass-out heat,
face in the mud where the moxie melt
'til he woke up drowning in tchochke hell
war [more?] in a cave with a torch on the wall
then [than?] a window arrangement of porcelain dolls
on a brand new day saw what he saw
property owners who crawl to the mall
with a bad toupee and a face
like you author the law
face like you're mourning a loss
right hand on a can of worms
left full of gold he will trade for turf
i mean that's okay, you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day
but a model of mercy and might? no way,
marionette who will clap and obey
dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys,
meet and greet and they all slap five
cheek to cheek when they colonize
and a grown-ass man shall abide as he wish,
walk that path with a dime and a stick,
walk that path with a diamond and wine,
walk that path to the firing line, just walk,
pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine,
let's be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid,
don't hop on the fence,
play to the radius far and away, orbit wide
don't park in his space,
one little martyr who talk in his face
make one little Weatherman sharpen the blades.
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie talkies
we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope, no walkie-talkies
we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
and the last shall be
first to the curb with the mad-cow meat,
face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell,
boomtown kid who was taught by the binge
that the man who expires with the most shit wins,
that's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich,
not a routine friend in a pinch,
still not used to the stench,
how it throws off otherwise lucid events,
in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms,
it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief from capacious rains,
but just cuz i don't want to war with you,
it don't mean go warm up the barbecue,
i'm like, pardon you, sawed-off limit,
my high noon is a quick little minute,
i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
who simply isn't gonna ever really get it,
this HQ is alive and alone,
no driveway, no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone,
no world's tiniest violin song,
and i might just lie to them all,
lying in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed,
when the timing is right i will rise and record,
call for the monster beats and blockhead
got animal drums like he's doctor teeth,
it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
john darnielle:
i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967, colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
I gave
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I am being all quiet and restrained because I love the vid so much I'm almost exploding with it. But what I want to say most is: GO WATCH IT NOW NOW NOW. PLEASE.
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But glad you like the vid; it was a pleasure.
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I am so glad GK was interested in making it, and so glad it worked for you.
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And, no, I don't mind that company at all. Also, I will most definitely be rec'ing the vid today; I'm still thinking about it!
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And I am so happy you are planning to rec the vid. Thank you so much!
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GK forwarded me your email and it was such a relief, because I (we?) were so worried that the idea was too abstruse and that people wouldn't get the literal POV. I was so happy GK was interested in that idea (I sent her four suggestions to pick from and had a few more if none of the first set appealed, because I didn't want her to have to work on something that made her unhappy, but this was always my favorite of the set), but terrified she'd want to back out of it, because it was a weird song for a hard-to-express idea that had to be made out of very limited footage. And then she sent me the first draft and it was made of AWESOME. (Even though I kept driving her crazy about POV changes and suggesting fixes that made her shriek in agony and then have to explain patiently why they were in fact impossible.)
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And, um, I would also like to read those two long meta emails, and whatever other commentaries you both went through, since I feel very stupid right now. I don't even get the lyrics, let alone all the nuances that you are pointing at in the video, although I think I get some of the larger picture.
And can I just say that I hate that Joss made it bad Black African Men who raped the Slayer into existence and whom good White American Buffy has to turn her back to.
Sigh. Weird how watching these characters after a long time of not thinking about them makes me renew my appreciation for the hotness that is Robin, when I am more bleh then ever about Spike.
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I have a post two-thirds done, but I am planning to wait a week to post it, to give people time to react on their own first. I should probably wait longer, but I am impatient. :)
But I should tell you that lyrics are the second-biggest recurring argument GK and I had during the beta process. It went something like this:
ME: I love how you matched the image to lyric here, but I think you should use an image that emphasizes the lyric more over there.
GK: I'm glad the image matches the lyric but it is purely coincidental since even after reading the lyrics you sent me I can't make out 90% of the words, and neither will any of the viewers. The vid has to make sense on visuals.
ME: I agree the visuals have to carry the meaning, but it would be great if the lyrics also contributed to meaning for people who look them up. Here is something that you can change.
GK: That is an excellent idea in theory and now I will explain why it will never work.
Our first-biggest recurring argument was whether it was clear enough whose the POV was, if that helps.
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::exhales::
I have to say I am glad that GK won the argument, because while I think your version may be far more layered and crafty, the message is complex enough without subsuming the visuals to the lyrics, which are, I have to say, post-modernly abstract in their incomprehensibility. So please to provide annotated meta about lyrics as well, in your commentary. :)
Hmm. Was is Robin's POV all the way through? It felt a little fragmented, because it seemed to talk about the Slayers sometimes as a much bigger entity than one black man, which was thing number 21 to hate about Joss - the sisterhood of slayers defaulted to white women, and the Black slayer, the Chinese slayer, they were always on the outside looking in, being killed, having to defer to white vampires or watchers or slayers, just like Robin did.
Somewhere in this I have a huge rant about how feminism in fantasy has led to the plucky white girl becoming the oppressor for the person of colour other, ALA Robin McKinley's books, and how Buffy was always entrenched in that sort of ignoring of intersectionality.
But I await to hear your thoughts.
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GK was the one who added a critique of Buffy-the-character and her choosing Spike over Robin/the Potentials, and that really hit me hard, forcing me -- like the US elections, ha -- to confront my relative privilege as a white woman and the way I had managed to ignore that problem in the text while focusing all my rage on Spike. Because Buffy was and remains a key and beloved character for me. When I watched the show, I was angry at the treatment of Robin and angry at the way women and women's deaths were shunted aside for the reformation of Spike, but I never acknowledged the role race played in *which* women were shunted aside, or how the only POC Slayers we got were the ones who were doomed, died, or in roles explicitly and textually characterized as can(n)on fodder. That's come belatedly for me, in discussions over the past few years, particularly at
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Not that I want to simplify Spike and Buffy's character arcs to a racism-lens, but merely to point out that the show's treatment (or lack thereof) of racial issues is rooted in the characters as much as in the show writers.
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(Anonymous) 2008-02-26 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)ticketsonmyself (logging in?)
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Eek! *writes faster*
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So I'm aiming to get it finished before the week's up, but if I take a little longer and you don't mind waiting, I would appreciate it. :) I'll still post it if you don't wait, though.
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He gets away with it.
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(Anonymous) 2008-02-25 05:10 am (UTC)(link)ticketsonmyself, with lj issues
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ETA: I didn't have much trouble understanding the lyrics once I'd seen the vid once or twice. Given that I don't know the show that well, it was the lyrics that helped me through in contextualizing what I was seeing. So I am in favor of lyric-matching, personally.
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The visuals do carry the story, and that's super important, but the lyric matches, when I caught them, also seemed super "on" and amazing. The lyric matches in the Dana section are particularly inspired.
I also think that you guys did fabulous work with the POV--especially in the finished version. Wood is a Slayer in this vid. Yes, he's a man, but his fight is that of his mother's, of all the Slayers before her and after her. Which--is just such a ballsy concept and POV to tackle, and really fleshes out his story (and that of the other Slayers you feature, notably CoC) in a way that could have occured in canon but did not. (Or so I'm told--I stopped watching Buffy after S6 got too depresssing.)
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I'm really glad it all came through for you - especially with your lack of familiarity with S7. Thank you!
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Dana, too, doesn't end exactly there. After Angel, Spike, & Wesley capture her, she is seized by a group of new Slayers, who take her off to care for her. At the time, I had issues with this plot development but in retrospect I am very, very happy with it.
But again -- Spike puts the coat back on. I had some second thoughts, during the vid-making process, about what it meant to end on such a bleak moment, about making the story a tragedy instead of a compromised triumph, and I decided that was the story I wanted to tell because I was angry and I didn't want that outrage to be ignored because of a partial later victory.
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Or I can tell you, and that's the vid.
Yup--loud and clear! :D
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(Anonymous) 2008-02-26 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)ticketsonmyself (logging in?)
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But again -- Spike puts the coat back on. I had some second thoughts, during the vid-making process, about what it meant to end on such a bleak moment, about making the story a tragedy instead of a compromised triumph, and I decided that was the story I wanted to tell because I was angry and I didn't want that outrage to be ignored because of a partial later victory.
Every time I watch the vid, the energy and the motion and the anger catch me again and sweep me up, and I think, THIS TIME, this time it'll be different! And then it ends with Spike putting on that fucking coat again.
I think it works for the vid. It *should* make the vid-watcher sit up in their chair and protest "No, it can't end like that!" and feel angry and grim and sad. Because the clips that might have fixed this vid *aren't in the source*, and that realization-- the slow realization, once you've seen it, that there wasn't any other way it *could* end, that the vid has to end the way the show did-- with the same *focus*-- is harsh. And powerful.
A vid about these particular characters and issues that wasn't bleak... would be constructed reality, not critique. *wry grin*
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