The Art House in Heaven is having one wonderful retrospective with surprise guests, though. And one part of the 1960s is really over, as if the late 1970s and the mega-marketing, synchronous pre-packaged delivery of
“We discovered that it was OK to have a little high-brow as long you have a lot of low-brow. That’s entertainment value. The one thing you want to avoid is the middle brow, because the whole world is frigging middle brow at the moment.” – Jon Langford
Before Neko Case was a New Pornographer she was an old-time power-popper. The things You Tube teaches you.
This song popped up on the mixed tape I was playing into work today. She was really good once, you know.
How can I beat the title of the song with something I might come up with? Plus this will be the only time this blog will have video of a guy with two instruments in his mouth at once.
To think Simon Jeffes of Penguin Cafe Orchestra also did the Sex Pistols strings (think Sid's "My Way").
OK, the Residents are usually weird even to me.
Well, we're waiting now more than in 1981, methinks.
Brian Eno is one of the few folks in music who deserves the devalued term genius, and bringing along David Byrne for the ride only helps.
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The joys of Music for 18 Musicians are hard to describe--like watching light play across the ocean. If you're patient, you will be transformed. Here's only 5 of the full 56 minutes. I never realized how much concentration goes into this music until I watched these folks do it live.
I never quite got Philip Glass until I saw Twyla Tharp's troupe dance to it and now his music is all beautiful movement to me.
Birdsongs of the Mesozoic--especially when Roger Miller was part of the group--did some incredible chamber rock, and this video weirds their oddness up a tad.
To some this might be weird, to me it's a pop song. I even saw Nash the Slash a good 25 years ago in the old 930 Club in DC.
Guy Maddin is a mad genius, and so this short seems to make a good transition from movie week to avant garde week. BTW, the music here is "Time, forward!" by Georgy Vasilevich Sviridov.
"Ball of Fire" is one delightful film and also contains this gem with Gene Krupa. Be sure to stick it out to the end.
Hope you enjoy this clever parody of more bands than you'd care to think about it. It's the opening scene from the short "Being in Sync." For more details, see the link at right.
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I felt remiss, posting from "The Band Wagon" and leaving out Cyd Charisse and the best legs of all-time. So here she is from "It's Always Fair Weather" doing a number probably based on Jane Russell's much more campy one with the US Olympic team in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" from two years prior. (Alas, no one has posted that clip on YouTube.)
One more reason to dump that AFI top 100 films list--it's never bothered to include the sublime "The Band Wagon." Here's some silly from that sublime.
An amazing sequence from "Hellzapoppin'." One of the dancers in this clip, Frankie Manning, is still dancing. I'm tired just watching it.
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Hal Hartley's own soundtracks (which he writes as Ned Rifle) are great, but he also knows how to use others' music really well. And if you don't know what other film he's based this moment from "Simple Men" on, you'll find out tomorrow.
I couldn't very well do a week of pure pop titles and leave Nick Lowe out, now could I. This one should be a standard.
Great song that manages to reference my favorite passage in "Madame Bovary" and William Randolph Hearst in three-and-a-half-minutes. Hooray Handsome Family!
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That Dog's "Retreat from the Sun" is a power-pop joy and this cut is maybe the 4th best song on the disc. Plus I figured I owed you something better to look at after Crocus Behemoth yesterday.
I’ll say it again: the Mitchell Commission needs to be disbanded, because it can’t do anything positive for the game of baseball. All it does is keep alive a story that should have been ended by the implementation of professional sports’ most stringent drug-testing and punishment policy.I think Sheehan doesn't just give enough credit to the owners' (and remember, the commish was an owner and serves at their pleasure) distrust of their employees, who, after all, make a very lucrative living playing a game. On some level all of the steroid scandal is merely a battlefield upon which owners express their condescension towards their charges.
It goes something like this: "By making these changes, we think the Daily Blank will be a better paper. It will be leaner, more efficient, and will focus more on what our local readers say they need." In other words, they are going to lay off or buy out some of their best people to meet profit margins. The Big Lie is that this will make for a better paper.
Think for a moment of how many journalists' expectations of what a good career should look like have crashed into a wall of diminishing resources and technological change.
"A good storyteller," argues [screenwriting coach Robert] McKee, "describes what it's like to deal with these opposing forces, calling on the protagonist to dig deeper, work with scarce resources, make difficult decisions, take action despite risks, and ultimately discover the truth."
Now think of all the inciting incidents that have shaken the stability of the news business: layoffs, buyouts, cutbacks, declining circulation, loss of classified advertising, increase in the cost of paper, the sale and dismemberment of Knight Ridder, Murdoch lurking in the wings of The Wall Street Journal, the loss of prestige and threats to credibility, and on and on and on.
What do we do with all that bad news? If we followed McKee's advice, we'd start telling each other and the world outside stories of how good journalists did great work against all odds.It's not just an issue of focusing on the positive. But if employers could get over this sense that employees are just a necessary evil maybe we could all do more than just get along.
JOHN CARROLL: A typical newspaper makes a 20 percent operating margin. That's roughly double what the typical Fortune 500 company makes. People think of this as a poor, washed-up old business. It's not. It makes tons of money.
LOWELL BERGMAN: So what's the rationale behind that? I don't understand. I mean, why do you have to cut costs when you're making hundreds of millions of dollars?
JOHN CARROLL: Because you have to make more every year than you made the last year in order to keep the shareholders happy. And so even if you made barrels full of money one year, you've got to make more than that the next year.And McCaw doesn't even have shareholders.
David Thomas is one wonderfully weird guy. Alas, that's Eric Drew Feldman and not Allan Ravenstine on synthesizer.
Anything that doesn't fit into the political appointees' ideological, theological or political agenda is ignored, marginalized or simply buried. The problem with this approach is that in public health, as in a democracy, there is nothing worse than ignoring science, or marginalizing the voice of science for reasons driven by changing political winds. The job of surgeon general is to be the doctor of the nation, not the doctor of a political party.Seems Carmona claims the Bush White House muzzled him. Now if BushCo can't keep former Green Beret and SWAT team members on its side, who is left supporting them?
The Shout Out Louds will be down in LA next week midweek and I am old. Makes me want to shout out loud.
I'll get to that review, I promise, but in the meantime you can watch some of the performance yourselves. Our seats were much better, but you have to love the video of a video moments on this clip.
Gorgeous version of one of my favorite John Cale songs that will set up a review of the Decemberists with the LA Phil (strings!) at the Hollywood Bowl (practically Hollywood and Vine!!)I'm going to post at some point tonight.
Thought we might need to get a bit spiritual heading into the weekend. Some holy spirit guitar never hurts.
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Friday is the 70th birthday of Ned Beatty, who broke into film when Crazy Mountain Man broke into his bottom. Sure enough, his career could only go up from there, no doubt making him squeal with joy. I bet you can imagine how that sounds. Rarely the lead, Beatty has been the sound bottom of the bill for many fine films ("Nashville") and some I'm sure he wished he left behind ("1941"). But somehow that first appearance in "Deliverance" has colored all his films--like a bad Burt Reynolds toupee, it's hard to stop thinking about it. Except for his magnificent turn as Arthur Jensen in "Network," when he gets to be god, who is a salesman of course (we are made in his image, after all).
Barry Adamson looks as cool as he plays--what a terrifically broad, elastic bass sound. As for Howard DeVoto, I'll never forget one live show years ago in DC when he said something odd, an audience member shouted out, "You're joking, Howard," and he instantly sneered, "I never joke."
TBogg has us covered with X/Doe/Alvin and "Fourth of July" and perhaps the even more apt "See How We Are," so let's celebrate the 4th by climbing the torso of Liberty!
How young they were!
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