Showing posts with label Philip K. Dick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philip K. Dick. Show all posts

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Blade Runner soundtrack bootlegs





There's a mind-bogging number of versions of the original Blade Runner soundtrack by Vangelis out there. One of the main reasons for that is that there was no official release of the OST until 1993. But that one also included some tracks not in the movie, which didn't go down so well with purist fans. Then in 2007, the 25-anniversary Trilogy edition, with more tracks from the movie on the second disc and some crappy re-interpretations on the third, was released.

In the meantime there were so many different fan-made editions that it's hard to keep track of them--the earliest one a bootleg from the year of release (1982). Some of these soundtracks cut the tracks from the film only, some combined the 1993 OST with cuts from the film, etc. etc. Actually some of them aren't bad, if you find them online, I would recommend to check out the Esper Edition and Private Edition-- these are quite good and hold up to the official releases.

Vangelis Rarities Page

Friday, May 1, 2009

Ubik, 1969


Ubik by Philip K. Dick. Published in 1969. Another Dick classic, twisting and turning until you don't know where your head is at. The idea of time regressing was picked up by Stephen King to great effect in his short story Langoliers, but Dick's mind-warping and despairing scenario makes you sympathize with the unlucky Joe Chip a great deal more.

Friends, this is clean-up time and we're discounting all our silent, electric Ubiks by this much money. Yes, we're throwing away the blue-book. And remember: every Ubik on our lot has been used only as directed.

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At three-thirty A.M. on the night of June 5, 1992, the top telepath in the Sol System fell off the map in the offices of Runciter Associates in New York City. That started vid-phones ringing. The Runciter organization had lost track of too many of Hollis" psis during the last two months; this added disappearance wouldn"t do.

"Mr. Runciter? Sorry to bother you." The technician in charge of the night shift at the map room coughed nervously as the massive, sloppy head of Glen Runciter swam up to fill the vidscreen. "We got this news from one of our inertials. Let me look." He fiddled with a disarranged stack of tapes from the recorder which monitored incoming messages. "Our Miss Dorn reported it; as you may recall she had followed him to Green River, Utah, where-"

Sleepily, Runciter grated, "Who? I can't keep in mind at all times which inertials are following what teep or precog." With his hand he smoothed down his ruffled gray mass of wirelike hair. "Skip the rest and tell me which of Hollis' people is missing now."

"S. Dole Melipone," the technician said.

"What? Melipone's gone? You kid me."


Read Philip K. Dick's Ubik

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Scanner Darkly, 1977


A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick, 1977. The most realistic and most gripping of all of Dick's work. An embedded undercover narcotics officer is increasingly taken in by the drug he has to use in order to maintain his cover, and becomes schizophrenic to the point of total identity loss. It's really a heartbraking tale and mostly auto-biographic.

Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. The doctor told him there were no bugs in his hair. After he had taken a shower for eight hours, standing under hot water hour after hour suffering the pain of the bugs, he got out and dried himself, and he still had bugs in his hair; in fact, he had bugs all over him. A month later he had bugs in his lungs.

Having nothing else to do or think about, he began to work out theoretically the life cycle of the bugs, and, with the aid of the Britannica, try to determine specifically which bugs they were. They now filled his house. He read about many different kinds and finally noticed bugs outdoors, so he concluded they were aphids. After that decision came to his mind it never changed, no matter what other people told him . . . like "Aphids don't bite people."


Philip K. Dick: A Scanner Darkly