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From Jane:I was in film school when I first came across Quentin Tarantino. My male friends were raving about “Reservoir Dogs” but I didn’t share their interest in this new director. He felt too Peckinpah, too gratuitously violent. Not that some of my favorite films, from Ingmar Bergman’s “Cries and Whispers” to Nagisa Ōshima’s “In the Realm of the Senses,” weren’t violent, mind you. And then I saw Tony Scott’s “True Romance.” It was smart. It was funny. Who the hell wrote this? I was suddenly hooked on Tarantino.
It’s hard to pick a favorite scene from his movies, but I love that (almost) every Tarantino film starts with characters walking or driving (even on a stagecoach) into calamity. I adore his supposed foot fetish and obviously love how he uses music, especially how he recycles long-forgotten soundtrack pieces.
With this in mind, and for my part, I’ve chosen a good deal of soundtrack music from 60s and 70s films for this playlist, but I also add tracks that, to me, just feel Tarantinian.
Oh, and I do have a favorite scene. It’s from “Kill Bill: Volume 1,” with Gogo Yubari (Chiaki Kuriyama). Too bad she had to fight the Bride and not the groom. He was such an asshole.
From Chris:From an early age – I recall nagging the fuck out of my parents to watch the latest B grade splatter…I can’t remember what the appeal was at 12 years of age – but I’m pleased to say – I still have a healthy diet of zombies, gratuitous violence, and anything from the bizarre to the extreme.Throw in some full frontal nudity and we have the man himself – Quentin Tarantino.He’s brought a new norm to the big screen, pushing the boundaries of directing and writing – bringing instant cult classics to lougerooms of the safe and boring LOLTo cut to the chase, it’s his musical score that brings us here today. The long lost classics that get one last hoorah, the quirky to the sublime – and that happy little ditty that juxta’s the hell out of losing limb – so saddle up, snort, toke or drink your favourite poison for playlist to raise your favourite vice, for the love of Tarantino.
When my mother wasn’t walking around the house belting out early 60s’ girl-band lyrics, she was collecting compilation albums, specifically from K-Tel. She may not have had the most refined taste, but she enjoyed variety, or at least that’s what I recall. I poured over them all, preferring some sounds to others. And when I found the perfect song, I’d play it over and over until ready to perform my latest theatrical dance incarnation.
With my family all gathered on floral grey sofas in our basement apartment, I’d set the vinyl on the turntable of a brown fibreboard stereo and not-so-carefully lower the needle. It would pop, screech, and crackle before any music spilled from the weaved-wheat speakers. My toes would press, lift, and sweep through the blue-green shag carpet, my arms would flail, and the music would bass and treble through my soul.
I’m no longer that 6-year-old doing private-audience interpretive dance routines, but my passion remains just as intense. I have no special superpowers as a curator — just my love of sounds and lyrics that transport, transform, move, and make your body groove.
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