deidrichenstein: (Default)
2012-07-26 11:58 pm
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age quod agis... huh.

This is so weird. I've had both vols of the AQA dvds for almost a week now and I've only watched them once. And I haven't fully watched the 3rd disks. O.o

Usually I'm incapable of doing anything but watching their dvds when I first get them till I know every second by heart and can daydream about them in detail when I'm stuck at a red light. If I'm honest it's because, on the whole, they just aren't... enjoyable like their other dvds are.


The narration makes no sense. It's narrated in horribly accented American-English, where as the actual important parts, the interview parts, are in unsubtitled Japanese. It makes no sense. After watching them again I genuinely don't like the narration. It's just tiresome.
The backstage footage is only okay. 1: because the guys are morose and extremely reticent, 2: because we see fuck all of them, but for random glimpses while they're walking somewhere or something. It doesn't exactly make for engaging repeat viewing. Soundcheck's are notoriously uninteresting, as is concert set-up. We do not need to see as much as we do. Same problem; it get's very boring, very quickly.
They seem to be trying to build up suspense or something, by leaving us dangling in terms of Kyo's health, and Shinya's, to a lesser extent. I might just be a pathetic fangirl, but I don't like it at all. It does nothing but make me feel incredibly sad while watching it. I genuinely want them to be able to maintain health and some level of satisfaction in what they do, and there really isn't much evidence of that here.
Boo just about ruins the second volume. He literally almost makes me hate it. I can barely watch the section in which we're following him. I sit there thinking "Well shit I really could be watching concert footage right now. Or just... anything else at all really". The amount of time spent with him is ridiculous. It's cunty. I paid for this dvd to see Dir en grey. Not Boo.
The pity VIP kid, also there almost ruining volume 2. I just... just can't. I honestly don't understand why this is on the dvd. It just happens out of the blue and feels so incredibly forced and unnatural that I just hate watching it. I do not know who's idea/decision it was, but I'd eat my own pant's if it was the band. More likely the US management, foisting yet more bullshit onto them. Jfc, it's known how much The End Records sucks, in terms of being a bunch of pushy, greedy little cunts. I hope their contract with them doesn't span on much longer 'cause they need to dump that shit and find a better US label, that 1: will show a bit more understanding and 2: not fucking ganch fan's wallets for brief VIP meetings the band are unhappy and unwilling to attend.
The dvd's just feel utterly incomplete for the lack of even one full inward scream. *shakes head*

Basically this documentary style just doesn't really suit them at all nowadays. The Macabre documentary is wonderful precisely for being fun. The band are active and engaged in backstage stuff, and appear approchable and friendly. It's not doing any good to make a documentary dvd in which the actual band looks grim, exhausted and utterly unwilling to show themselves offstage for more than a few seconds. The atmosphere is just no good. They'd have done so much better to just give us a full concert. IDC which, because the actual performance parts of the dvds are stunning.
deidrichenstein: (Default)
2012-07-25 12:05 am


作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

Here, it is blue )
deidrichenstein: (redhead)
2012-07-24 11:12 pm


作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

The distant echo )
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2012-07-24 10:29 pm

艶かしき安息、躊躇いに微笑み & THE PLEDGE


艶かしき安息、躊躇いに微笑み / namamekashiki ansoku, tamerai ni hohoemi
captivating repose, smiling hesitantly
作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

千切れてゆく赤 )

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

Why do I tremble? )
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2012-06-18 06:29 pm


I'll stop yelling now.

Okay so perhaps the last one was slightly on the fanatic side. The people making A Game of Thrones are not cunts, at all. I actually have a great deal of affection for most of them. However, there are issues in season two. There are so many issues. And 98% of them come from the clutzy way ideas and scenes are handled this time round. The first season had a few of these as well, however compared to this time round they might as well be non-existant. In fact, that's probably where this season also trips up, in that they did such a fucking unfathomably no-one-even-dared-hope-for blitzing ragingly awesome job with the first season the second was always going to have problems. Always. Because now shit startes to get really difficult. You've got a plot so rapidly expanding in all directions it's ridiculous, and a host of new characters to introduce and develop while also keeping our 'old' characters well-rounded-out for us all. In season one we also have the benefit of two central plot-lines, the who-dunnit in King's landing, and Dany kicking ass for the ladies in Essos, with the added bonus of Jon making the wall a bit sexier than before. This keeps things relatively simple.

Now we have no 'central' plot. The figurative shit hits the fan and it's flying everywhere. Now we have Robb and Cat in The Riverlands, Renly and co. in The Reach, Tywin and Arya at Harrenhal, Stannis and Mel and Davos, Wildlings, and Theon at the Iron Islands; with Winterfell, Kings Landing and Essos still to contend with. That is a lot of data to stuff into 10 episodes. And it shows; episode two is rushed and jarring, scenes sit next to each other with little going on between them, episode three is probably the low point of the whole series for me, thus far. And in general, the strength of this season lies in the actors performances, and their ability to create truly stirring, gut-wrenching moments that are let down by the fact they don't rise above the whole. However, I do still find much of this season encouraging, despite some massive problems and most importantly, TRULY unnecessary divergences from the book.

I always expected divergences from the book, in fact I was astounded by just how few season one contained. They've basically gone from lifting fantastic scenes straight out of the book into these beautiful things we can finally hear and see to just... making shit up. And it's this 'made up shit', shit that serves no purpose in enriching or pushing forward the plot (resulting in very little actually HAPPENING this season), that's the big problem. I have no issue with them using creative licence, altering and omitting and amalgamating secondary characters, showing us things that happened offscreen in the books, or even just telling the story in a different way. One would in fact expect that, given the huge difference in medium and the fact they are not constrained by the POV format of the books. But when it comes down to it, what they've chosen to do in TO MANY cases, is just stupid. O.o

NO.1 is, without a doubt, Robb. I was sensing, and feeling somewhat worried about, the HERO!ROBB vibes I was getting in the last couple eps of season one, which were then confirmed when it was announced that much of what goes on with Robb is actually going to happen onscreen. At first, I was totally willing to run with it, after all Richard Madden is hot, charismatic and makes a zesty Robb for sure, so I can understand their hesitation in letting all that go to waste. However, onscreen!Robb has amounted to nothing but how he's actually really just rather stupid after all. Something that was understandable if exasperating in the books, while also being somewhat endearing and even poignant to some, is now infuriating. It is in fact understandable and reasonable that in the midst of war and injury, grief and betrayal, the circumstances in the book in which Robb betrayed his pledge to Frey, that he took comfort in Jeyne Westerling. That, because he's Ned Stark's son, he remedies the 'blight' on this girls' honour by marrying her immediately, in a moment of insanity, without thinking, panic, HE MADE A BLOODY MISTAKE. What we get now onscreen is this random chick not-Jeyne from VOLANTIS (Volantis! Fucking Volantis! What in the motherfucking hell were they thinking when they thought LOL VOLANTIS?) who pisses us all off from the get go by argumentating the morality and ethical fibre at Robb about going to war 'n shit.
Their GREAT LOVE then appears to spurt like a fountain out of a few more meaningful conversations about love and life and responsibility carried out in scenic glades and strategy tents, accumulating in a hot fuck on the tent floor. Which while being extremely pleasing to the senses :P IS INFURIATING. They then cap all this off with Robb TELLING CAT his intentions, after obvious deliberation, that he's just going to piss all over the oath he made to Frey because he 'feels like it'. THAT IS FUCKING RETARDED. It completely alters him as a character. Robb is naive and terribly honourable, like Ned, HE'S NOT FUCKING STUPID.
That isn't to say however, that all their material sucks. It doesn't, much of it is very enjoyable to watch, but when looked at in the grand scheme of things it makes me want to fucking break stuff. It's just annoying 'made up shit'.

Second great annoyance of this season is: Stannis and Mel. I think Stannis is, thus far, the only real miscasting. And I can't stand Stannis. I really can't. I think he's a self-righteous, rigid, fanatical twat with the leadership skills of a foot. But the fact is that Stephan Dillane is not Stannis. He just isn't. There is nothing Stannisy about him at all. Renly also suffered from this, but he improves a great deal this season. I came to like him almost as much as I do in the books. But anyway back to Stannis and Mel. Mel isn't miscast but there is something about Carice so far that just doesn't sit right with me, from the first time she drawled 'The night is dark and full of terrors' at Dragonstone, something just sounded wrong. It sounded almost robotic, artificial. Forced.
And then their relationship. Jfc. We all know they've slept together in the books, we all know okay, but Martin is actually capable of using this thing called subtlety that seems lost on the show's writers. So now we have this ridiculous scene in which Mel just has to get her tits out, whisper something about procuring Stannis ol'boy a 'son' and wham bam just like that let's fuck on the Westeros table. Jesus. Mabye it's just me but I always had the impression that it took a fair bit more coaxing than that, that he was conflicted and guilty about it (due to being Stannis and married an' all) and that Mel was fucking on top. SHE was the god damn initiator, not him. I doubt he'd be capable of showing that much lust if he was having his last fuck on this earth.
Salladhor Saan was annoying. Nothing to add there. :(

And OH Brienne. I can't believe they actually managed to make Gwendoline so unattractive. Good job. Brienne is a fucking feminist icon so there. ARGH the final episode... "Two quick deaths", and she slowly and painfully rams and twists her sword into that guy with that animalistic, hateful snarl on her face. GODDAMN that was incredible Gwendoline. I am pleased.

I don't really have anything to say about the Renly and Marg stuff. It's good. Renly is greatly improved and Marg... well she's interesting. They've decided to make her ambitious which is mysterious to me, since the mystery of her character and motivations are important in AFFC. One thing though, I was fucking outraged by the cry of "SLUT" that reverberated through the fandom at her appearance and scene with Renly. You're all filthy assholes, okay? You all suck, so fuck off. Her dress is low yes, you can see a great V of flesh between her small breasts that is very tantalising, and in my opinion, hot. You rock that dress girl. She then goes to her husband wanting to address the business of consummating their marriage, for what appear to be incredibly practical reasons like giving him an heir. HER FUCKING HUSBAND, get it? Sorry, but are women sluts now for wanting to have sex even with their husbands? Fuck off.

Then again: WHY SO MUCH IRRELEVANT PORN. It actually get's to the point in the first 3 episodes of being ridiculous. Ridiculous. There's tits and vag in every second scene, for no apparent reason at all. Now I like tits and vagina's lots and lots, but there needs to be this thing called SUBTLETY, I don't need to be slapped around the face with them okay. Theon's 'cabin fuck' is just disturbing. Tyrion's 'nameday gift' for Joffrey is terribly predictable. Littlefinger is no more a savvy businessman with investments in an array of different businesses, but the owner of these SPECIFIC brothels, that he micromanages so that the writers have a good excuse to add plenty of fellatio and penetration to these spicy scenes. That serve no purpose other than making Littlefinger an awful cunt. THANKFULLY ep4 onwards curtails this bullshit quite thoroughly.
this goes on for a long time )
deidrichenstein: (megara; you stupid fuck)
2012-06-11 12:22 pm

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Those fucking cunts.

I feel a long, long and involved rant coming on about the second season of A Game of Thrones. I knew it was all too good to be true.

What have they done.

deidrichenstein: (space pirate kyo)
2012-06-05 12:40 pm

In which deidrich completes Uroboros.

FUCK YEAH. There's just bits and bobs here, plus the versus Kyo includes in the hardcover booklet, which are fucking awesome.

english ver. )

dozing green (before construction ver.) )

Time for the verses!

I'm going to list them in the order they appear between the songs in the booklet. The three sets in the middle appear as one on each page (they aren't connected to each other), thus:

verses )

please note it's probable that I will reformat this at some future point because I'm a dork like that.

I can't be fucked rambling for now. >.>
deidrichenstein: (megara; you stupid fuck)
2012-06-05 12:30 pm


I almost forgot about this. I've never been a fan of the studio version. Live though, it kicks some serious buttock.

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

dead born )
deidrichenstein: (filthy)
2012-06-04 10:47 pm

凱歌、沈黙が眠る頃 / a paean, the time when silence sleeps

凱歌、沈黙が眠る頃 / gaika, chinmoku ga nemuru koro / a paean, for the time when silence sleeps

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

auschwitz goes mad )
deidrichenstein: (filthy)
2012-06-04 02:52 pm


This song may very well be the best song ever written. Ever. I keep waiting for something to come and dethrone it from 'most magnificent song of all time', but nothing thus far quite measures up.

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

this is the truth )
deidrichenstein: (Default)
2012-05-27 09:51 pm


作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

third time's the charm )
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2012-05-27 03:06 pm


Okay, here it is!

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

deep inside the red darkness )
deidrichenstein: (a knot)
2012-05-21 02:02 pm

我、闇とて・・・ / even in darkness, I...

hhoooo boy it's been a long month. But, on the upper hand, I read The Virgin Suicides and The Volcano Lover, both of which were fucking brilliant and beautiful, and now I'm reading Oscar Wilde which is a very nice and welcome change to what I've been reading lately. And now I come bearing ware, yami tote... one of the most beautiful things I will ever know. Hopefully I'll have Inconvenient Ideal up tonight, which will only leave Vinushka, Gaika and Stuck Man, and the verses I said I'd post. Yay, almost done! So, onto the translation;

我、闇とて・・・ / ware, yami tote... / even in darkness, I...

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

who am I? )
deidrichenstein: (gansokuya)
2012-04-22 06:49 pm

1996; Silk by Alessandro Baricco (2 chapters)

Translated from the italian by Guido Waldman



Although his father had pictured for him a brilliant future in the army, Hervé Joncour had ended up earning his crust in an unusual career which, by a singular piece of irony, was no unconnected with an charming side that bestowed on it a vaguely feminine intonation.
Hervé Joncour bought and sold silkworms for a living.
The year was 1861. Flaubert was writing Salammbô, electric light remained hypothetical, and Abraham Lincoln, beyond the Ocean, was fighting a war of which he was not to see the finish.
Hervé Joncour was thrity-two.
Her bought and sold.


France, sea-voyages, the smell of mulberries at Lavilledieu, steam-trains, Hélène's voice. Hervé Joncour continued the narrative of his life as he had never done in his life before. The girl continued to gaze at him with such a fierce concentration that he felt obliged to charge each word with exceptional meaning. The room seemed to have sliped back into an immutable quiescence when in absolute silence she unexpectedly thrust a hand out from her dress and slid it onto the mat before her. Hervé Joncour noticed this pale blur impinging on the edge of his field of vision; he saw it slide over Hara Kei's tea cup only to continue bizarrely on it's path until it unhesitantly grasped the other cup, which could only be the one from which he had drunk; her hand picked it up lightly and bore it off. Hara Kei had not for a moment taken his expressionless eyes of Hervé Joncour's lips.
The girl gently raised her head.
For the first time she took her eyes off Hervé Joncour and transferred them to the cup.
Slowly she turned the cup until her lips were at the precise point where he had drunk.
She closed her eyes and took a sip of tea.
She moved the cup from her lips.
She slipped it back to the place from which she had taken it.
She withdrew her hand within her dress.
She rested her head once more in Hara Kei's lap.
Her eyes remained open, fixed on those of Hervé Joncour.

France, 1861. When an epidemic threatens to wipe out the silk trade in France, Hervé Joncour, a young silk breeder, has to travel overland to distant Japan, out of bounds to foreigners, to smuggle out healthy silkworms. In the course of his secret negotiations with the local baron, Joncour's attention is arrested by the man's concubine, a girl who does not have oriental eyes. Although they are unable to exchange so much as a single word, love blossoms between them, a love that is conveyed in a number of recondite messages. How their secret affair develops is told in this remarkable love story.
deidrichenstein: (Default)
2012-04-22 06:28 pm


作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

The fate )
deidrichenstein: (filthy)
2012-04-22 06:18 pm


作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

I question the void )
deidrichenstein: (京)
2012-04-22 02:00 pm
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I haven't slept in over 30 hours.

I feel so fucking weird right now. I'm tired but not sleepy, my body is aching but it's not painful, everything, especially lights, are unfocused and grainy and when I turn quickly my vision becomes slightly clouded over for a moment. Then it clears when I squint a little. My body feels very heavy, heavier than it should feel.

It's clouded over as the day has worn on, and I wish it had stayed clear today. Usually bright sunlit days feel oppressive to me and I spend much of the time wishing it would all go grey. Today it's the opposite and I feel just as dreary as the day looks. Everything is dull, I want it to be vibrant.

My head is a dull mush. I can't concentrate on anything, and I had planned to do a number of things today. I can't be fucked. I'm sitting at my desk staring at this screen, at the window, at the tree outside, at my bed, at the woman's face on the magazine I'm using as a mouse pad and there is just nothing there. I can't think. This makes me tense and jittering and very ill-contented. It makes me bored and there is nothing I fucking hate more than being bored. Hopefully it's just fucking burn out and will be better by tomorrow. But I can't sleep now... I have to continue till nightfall. It's only 2PM. I need more coffee. I need a lot more coffee.

I visited my grandparents this morning as I usually do on a Sunday. I've moved recently and I don't have a fridge or a washing machine so they do my washing for me once or twice a week. I've never before been in such enjoyable, regular contact with anyone. No matter how shitty I might feel before hand, even on the way there, when I there and with them I'm joyful. I suppose I'm grateful. I've never had any kind of support in my life, genuine, loving, all encompassing support that makes me feel so much gratitude and affection for them I almost feel ashamed.

Ah well, I'm going to get a coffee and listen to Buck-Tick all afternoon and try to work on more of Uroboros. I've decided I'm going to complete that album fully before posting others, although I have done work on them. I'll post the verses throughout the hardcover book in the deluxe edition as well, because I've never seen them anywhere, as well as english versions and any rambling or annotations I might have because I like the idea of it being ~complete~ and thorough :P
And the documents on my computer are in a disgusting horrendous mess and there is shit everywhere and I'm too lazy to go and clean everything up. So I'll have it all neatly stored here. :P


Misshitsu is just indescribable and it's been my favourite B-T song since forfuckingever. I just found this video and jesus fuck me sideways I'm just watching it over and over and over. The mic cam is amazing, I've never seen a performance shot like that before. SAKURAI YOUR EYES ;-;
... I need that fucking DVD.
deidrichenstein: (Default)
2012-04-20 09:44 am


作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

understand death by dying )
deidrichenstein: (Default)
2012-04-20 09:29 am

慟哭と去りぬ / gone with a lamentation

慟哭と去りぬ / dōkoku to sarinu / gone with a lamentation*

作曲: Dir en grey
translation by deidrich

colourless and transparent )
deidrichenstein: (京 > amilania)
2012-04-16 08:43 pm

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Even now when I listen to Dum Spiro Spero as a whole... I still can't handle it. O.o and it's been what... seven months now since it came out. I've listened to it over a hundred times, I've listened to at least a couple of songs every day since it came out. I know it like the back of my hand but it still leaves me gutted.

I still completely loose my shit if I sit and listen to it from start to finish with my eyes closed and with no distractions. I come out of it weak and drained and red-eyed, and incapable of speaking or of listening to so much as a simple piano tune even if I wanted to. I always need the silence afterwards. I don't know what exactly does it, but I feel, sort of, that the order of the songs have a sort of domino effect on me. By the time Diabolos rolls around I'm a muddled wreck, and it's always Diabolos that buries me. I strongly doubt it would do so in such a way were it not immediately preceded by Lotus. I don't know how, but those two songs have become intrinsically linked in my head and my body, both musically and thematically, but I can't really explain how... it's a sensation in my bones, that's the only way I could describe it right now.

Diabolos actually makes me feel... abjection. It makes me feel desolate and wretched. It makes me so sad I can hardly breathe through it's duration, is how I love that song. The moment it ends is the moment I'm buried. For that second before Akastuki begins I'm devastated that it's over.
Then shortly after comes Vanitas which just... I mean, it's Vanitas. Every single time, the moment I hear Kyo say 'kimi yo sayonara', I cry. And I cry and cry. And I keep crying right through Ruten no tou. And when it's over I sit where ever I am, exhausted, and let everything settle into it's proper place, so I can function again.

I don't know if it might be considered stupid to have that sort of bond with something like a band, or an album, well I say fuck that consideration. Dir en grey's music, for me, and I'm sure for a lot of others as well, is a cleansing experience. THIS album for me especially is. It's deep. It's one of the deepest pieces of music I've ever heard, and as such it illicit's an equally deep response.