What I am Watching
I dont want to dissuade anybody from seeing Lucky, a narrative tribute to character actor Harry Dean Stanton, because I am glad I saw it, although it isnt much of a movie. A few good scenes are scattered among its diffuse ramblings, but the ideas it presents are only given superficial weight, and the tale is one told by a mute. Still, as Bergman once stated, cinema is an exploration of the landscape of the human face…and what a face we have here.. But exploring the decay of human flesh drooping from the bones of a 90 year old actor is almost ghouishly invasive.
Movies, escpecially horror movies, have become so amateurish that strong production values are sometimes all that it takes to make us believe we are watching a good movie. Veronica has such prodution vals, but nothing else. The story is trite, there are no scares, unless the act of flipping a mattress to find black stains on its reverse side a terrifying experience.
Todd Haynes newest is a true disaster. There is nothing good about it. The story is dull and poorly told. The child actors are insufferable. Even the most weighted-down bottoms will overcome their owners complacency and rise to wisk them out of theatres showing this bomb.
What I am Listening To
John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman
After repeated listens to the last five Bob Dylan albums, all comprised of tunes from the great american songbook or more specifically, the hit parade, it becomes clear that, unless you have a voice as rich and mellifluos as Johnny Hartman\s. you should thik twce about singinng those songs professionally. Dylan, who has been struggling with suc material for decades, has finally found a way to perform them somewhat effectively, but put Johny hartmans versio of My One and Only love after listening to Dylan sing it, and you will find it difficult to defend the old croakers insistence upon adding such difficcult material to his repertoire. Coltrane was chided for his relatively weak tone on this album, which he brushed off by claiming he had lost his mothpiece and was having difficulties with the new one..but I like the lighter tone he employs, and it contrasts nicely with Hartmans strong baritone.
What I Am Reading\
The 30,000 Dollar Bequest by Mark Twain
I dont think a funnier or truer satire of projected value investments has been written before or since this hilarious novella by Mark Twain, in which a couple make imaginary investments with an expected windfall that nets them millions of imaginary dollars and ruins their lives.
New from the Bill White Music Archive Album #44
these recordings span the years 1973-2017, and were recorded in seattle, boston, los angeles, and peru. yet i think there is some kind of unity here…for the fourth and final volume of the notorious k-mart tapes. perhaps because the first two songs are the only remnants of a truly weird experimental period and the last three are from one of the last nights of music at seattles rainbow tavern, once the citys premier music showcase and in 2006 way past its heyday and on the verge of a hideous transformation into shiny college meatrack.
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