Posted: July 29th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Personalities, Ruminations | 1 Comment »
Instant Karma’s gonna get you/ Gonna knock you right on the head/ Instant Karma’s gonna get you/ Gonna look you right in the face/ Instant Karma’s gonna get you/ Gonna knock you off your feet
Okay, let me see if I can get a sense of what this might be like.
The guy is looking forward to his summer vacation, away from filling cavities, bonding teeth, root canals and Minnesota’s nettlesome summertime mosquito epidemic.
Going to slip off to an exotic part of the globe, feed his favorite hobby by spending his hard earned cash on his not so secret passion, after which he’ll have photographic proof of his joy, a shot of him smiling with bow and arrows, and a new adornment for the wall his den.
And there’d be the stories he could craft for his pals, life in the wild, the invigoration of the hunt, how his prowess again hit the mark as it had done so many times before.
So, Dr. Palmer, tell us all about your safari in Zimbabwe.
Dr. Palmer . . . you who . . . yo, Walt . . . where ya be?
We stopped by your office. But it’s closed. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: July 28th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
Native Louisvillian Kimberly Levin has deftly crafted a marvelous first film, which was essentially financed and shot in Kentucky.
On the surface it is the oft told tale of a beleaguered farm family, facing the woes of today’s agribusiness.
But this movie, starring a marvelous Joanne Kelly, is much more.
It contemplates what happens when good, moral people are faced with a choice of compromising their ethics in order to take care of their own.
For a more lucid discussion of the movie, absent the usual shtick, listen below:
Posted: July 27th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Music | No Comments »
For those of consumed with the minutiae of rock & roll, its history and anecdotal trivialities, last Saturday was the anniversary of the furthest thing from the latter. (How’s that for a convoluted sentence, aspiring to literariness.)
On July 25, 1965, at the Newport Folk Festival, then aspiring icon Bob Dylan went electrical, plugging in, along with dudes from the Butterfield Blues Band.
A considerable amount of mythos about the moment has blossomed through the decades. So much so that there’s actually a book out now, which portends to cover the whole weekend in detail.
Was Dylan booed? How pissed was Pete Seeger?
It turns out that the facts from that day matter not.
Rock & Roll was changed forever. And, to be honest, for the good.
James and I actually talked about during not one but two interludes last Saturday morning on FPK 91.9.
If you missed it, fear not. It’s all podcasted below.
Posted: July 24th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
Ian McKellan is Sherlock Holmes.
Retired . . . essentially. Full in his dotage. Living in the country, tending to his bees.
But, concerned with the outcome of his last case, from years before, one which he cannot seem to remember the details of.
This Sherlock Holmes adventure is far more respectful of Conan Doyle’s original that most these days.
There are several plots going on here.
The question is how does this ideation of the legendary sleuth’s oeuvre stand up?
For that, please listen below:
Posted: July 21st, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | 1 Comment »
There is certainly no hotter commodity in comedy these days than Amy Schumer. Her cable TV success “Inside Amy Schumer” — What a double entendre that is — has rocketed this very funny woman into our consciousness.
“Trainwreck” is her first major flick. She wrote it and stars on the screen, along with cinematic love interest, Bill Hader. Tilda Swinton also appears, in a funny role unlike any she’s ever played. It’s directed by The comedy director of our time, Judd Apatow.
Ms. Schumer’s character, whose first name happens to be Amy, is relationship averse, but loves one night stands. Then she meets Hader. Changes ensue.
The movie is filled with plenty zingers and one-liners, some substance, and lots o’ laughs. It gets derailed a bit, during the second half, but remains, all in all, a funny summertime pleasure.
For more details, listen up:
Posted: July 20th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Ruminations | No Comments »
There’s lots of stuff going on around the globe and throughout the country.
Events and trends that affect us all in our daily lives now, and shall dictate what the future brings.
But . . . what do we all seem to be talking about?
That’s right — Blame it on Al Gore — the weather.
And how seasons seem to be shifting away from what we’ve come to believe is normal. Not that it has anything to do with global warming, or any Commie Socialist Far Left fiction like that.
So, during my Saturday morning interlude on FPK 91.9, I tried to give it some perspective.
With the usual dose of pithy attitude.
You can hear it here:
Posted: July 19th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Music | No Comments »
As sure as I am of my own musical taste, I’ve long since, reluctantly but eventually, accepted that Sly Stone got it right.
Different strokes for different folks.
So I was all in and set free from the exigencies of the time by The Word’s mesmerizing Saturday afternoon set. But I did kinda notice through the corners of my eyes — when they were open and focused — that others in the gathering weren’t as enchanted as I, and were taking their leave to one or the other of the three stages, or one or more of the 382 bars at the Fest site.
After the set, I checked in with a pal, who said, “I left after four songs. I was bored.”
So be it. So it is. There’s no accounting for taste.
Besides, several friends who grabbed the set on my recommendation gave me a hearty thumbs up upon decompression after Messrs. Randolph, Medeski, Chew, Dickinson and Dickinson had hijacked the Good Ship Forecastle and taken us for a sacred soaring fantastical hour’s ride worthy of Duane, Dickey & the Dead, Peter Pan, the Blue Angels, the monks who centuries ago invented the musical scale centered on Middle C, and the Right Reverend Makesyafeelgood. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: July 16th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Ruminations | No Comments »
I’m a sucker for the Los Angeles of the first half of the 20th century, the early days, when it was wild and wooly, mysterious and full with movie mythos.
The L.A. of gumshoes and Gilda, Grauman’s Chinese Theater, blonde babes, the Bradbury Building and private dick Jake Giddes, always a step behind of the murder/ water diversion/ incest scandal he’s chasing through the orange groves along Mullholland Drive eventually to Chinatown.
The Los Angeles of “The Day of the Locust,” “The Long Goodbye,” Laurel & Hardy, “Sunset Blvd,” La Brea Tar Pits, Griffith Observatory and the denouement of sullen Jim Stark, Judy and Plato.
The L.A. of crooked cops, double breasted new urban cowboys, getaway cars with suicide doors, deco buildings, “Get Shorty,” dreamy dames, double dealing, John Huston, Barbara Stanwyck and Rodeo Drive.
The Los Angeles of the movies. The L.A. of Hollywoodland. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: July 14th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Ruminations | No Comments »
I guess it’s better to advise what my radio essay from last Saturday on FPK 91.9 is not.
It is not about how mobile devices — you know what I’m talking about — are the downfall of Western Civilization as we have come to know and appreciate it. Though that is The Truth.
It is not about how a gaggle of teenagers can now be walking along Bardstown Road on Friday night, ostensibly looking for adventure, though none are talking with each other, because all are on their phones, texting with somebody who is: 1) strolling along right beside them, or 2) somebody who is right across the street.
But my exposition does touch on the subject of how human interaction is evolving (devolving?) in our digital age. And I express my admiration for a public figure who finally stood up for some old fashioned, but still applicable values.
Posted: July 12th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
Amy Winehouse was an extraordinary singer, a chanteuse of the highest order, one, who had she lived, would have stood with the giants of her genre.
But, in 2011, still in her 20s, she fell prey to drugs, alcohol, bulimia and the rigors of fame.
This film documents her life story. On display are her youth, her evolution, her rise to fame and acclaim, her brilliant talents as singer and songwriter, along with her downfall.
This documentary is a bracing look at the whole affair, giving the audience pause to consider who, including Winehouse herself, bears responsibility for her sad demise.
For more, listen up:
Posted: July 6th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Music, Ruminations | 2 Comments »
(Correction: The original text has been corrected, to indicate the confusion over the site of Jerry Garica’s death.)
Like their undisputed leader and centerpiece Jerry Garcia — hereinafter Jerry, no last name necessary — the Grateful Dead are now just that.
So there, I’ve used my pithy, if not really accurate, lede and I can proceed with the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth of my experiences with and observations of the band.
Such as they are.
As best as I remember.
Truth: The Grateful Dead as a live performing band passed away with the death of Jerry on August 9, 1995.
Unlike the Allman Brothers Band, who survived, even flourished, after the deaths of original members Duane Allman and Berry Oakley; or The Who, who trudge on without Keith Moon and John Entwhistle, the Dead could never be the same in concert without Jerry.
But the spirit force, including that of Jerry, certainly has survived, blossomed even.
So too, the music they created. About every note the band ever played in concert has been recorded. And is available. On radio. On tape. On disc. On CD. Online. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: July 6th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Ruminations | No Comments »
In a world full of turmoil, we need every mode of serenity inducement we can find.
Uh, not so fast on that last one. Seems our days of finding our calm center by popping wrapping plastic full of plastic bubbles could be over.
Listen up for all the sordid details.