“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Monday, February 7, 2011

House Translates Sex Comedy Translates Psychedelia



In “Bike (Sid Sings Syd),” the Ealing comedy star of the Carry On films Sid James is sampled so that he performs the climactic “Bike” from The Pink Floyd's The Piper at the Gates of Dawn. The combination of brawny extraverted masculinity and fey whimsical introverted psychosis, made even more whimsical by a strong dose of MDMA clear capulse era house music is well, wow.

That earthy laugh of Sid James—I can't help thinking that Syd could have used more of that in his life. Syd's father died when he was in his teens. Somehow the remake peels the paranoid tripper off the ceiling and gives him back his mojo. It's a beautiful, even moving, dialectical image: two sixties icons superimposed.

Graham observes that for an object to be real you should be able to parody it. “Bike,” you are a real object.

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