This week’s RR Revisited prompted me to do my Ancient Mariner bit and promote Living In Oblivion, my favourite film about dreams, yet again. Then I thought this could be a way to give Spillers some ideas about how to distract themselves for a couple of hours in a time of global insanity and crap summer TV….
So, if there’s sufficient interest, I’ll ask for your favourite films on whatever subject Shoey picks to re-visit. So far, mine are:
John Cusack in High Fidelity
Anxiety: Inland Empire
Summer: Vertical Ray of the Sun
(aka At the Height of Summer)
Separation: 127 Hours
The Sea: A Hijacking
Dreams: Living In Oblivion
What are yours?
The National’s Aaron and Bryce Dessner have – five years after its inception – released their 59-track, six-hour tribute to the music of the Grateful Dead, Day Of The Dead, to raise money for the HIV/AIDS charity Red Hot. Underpinned by The National, over 50 different artists and bands have recorded their versions of Dead originals, covers they made their own and even a couple of ‘inspired by’ tracks. The avowedly Dead-hating and -agnostic Observer/Guardian critics gave it 4 stars; from the other end of the telescope, as a Dead-lover, I think I agree. Continue reading
All I know is something like a bird within him sang
All I know he sang a little while and then flew on
That’s how Phil Lesh sings Bird Song these days, changing the song’s subject from Janis Joplin, as originally written by Robert Hunter, to Jerry Garcia, who died 20 years ago today, having just turned 53 years old.
Hunter wrote the lyrics soon after Joplin’s much more premature, heroin-related death and they are little more than an amazed reflection on a mercurial talent – a more articulate version of ‘Wow, man, she sure could sing!’ Their application to Garcia’s playing (and, to a lesser extent, singing) is entirely appropriate.
Look and listen:
A rainbow appears at the end of the first Fare Thee Well show’s first set. Was it real, fake or Jerry?
The music started again this weekend, not in some muddy Somerset field but in a soulless US football stadium in California.
A momentous musical event ignored completely by the UK media, I’m hungry for more information, impressions and feedback than I can glean from the web. Fintan!
I thought The Who managed to keep going fairly well for their 60-minute set; 75-year-old Phil Lesh kept going through 3.5 hours, almost non-stop. Reports seem to indicate that some of the music was pretty good too.
Last year I urged those of you with strong stomachs to see Joshua Oppenheimer’s superb but harrowing documentary, The Act Of Killing. I must now repeat that plea in respect of his companion-piece, The Look of Silence.
When they announced three Fare Thee Well shows in Chicago to celebrate the Grateful Dead’s 50th birthday, I wasn’t that interested. Why spend a fortune to see an ‘almost’ version of a band I love yet which faded long ago? The shenanigans around ticketing, reported on dead.net, confirmed my view.
But then they posted a sweet message announcing two more shows on Bay Area home turf and a lottery-style, fair-ish way of getting seats. Suddenly, I felt I was being invited to a party with 65,000 friends, so I committed to spending hundreds of dollars on tickets and a grand or so on flights and accommodation…..
I’ve just seen the last of the films nominated for the Best Picture Oscar (of those I intend seeing). My socks have not been explosively removed but there have been some aspects of all of them that left an impression. Those impressions are collected overleaf: