Richard Thompson has a new album out.
But here’s my question about this generally under appreciated rock & roll superstar. How come he’s not playing the Belvedere at a real Louisville music festival? Instead the city gets a bunch of wannabes who think that dressing up and singing like John Lennon is craft? Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve got a couple of issues with a film I’ve just seen titled Gray Matters. Those issues are but peripherally related to the movie itself.
Few of you have seen the film. It’s playing first run at a second run house, Village 8. Which is one of the issues I want to address.
Few of you have seen the film, because it’s been pretty universally dismissed by the community of critics who have weighed in. Which is the other issue I wish to address. Read the rest of this entry »
Under ideal circumstances, audiences suspend all other realities when entering the movie house. Actors, regardless of their public personas or previous portrayals, become the characters on the screen right then. They are of the moment.
Sigh. It cannot always be so. Read the rest of this entry »
America was a more civil place in April ‘94 when Richard Nixon died. Broadband and blogging were still pipe dreams. So there wasn’t the instant media cacophony that greets every slightly newsworthy events these days. Read the rest of this entry »
New Orleans needs help.
There’s a small Starbucks in Canal Place, a tony shopping mall at the edge of the French Quarter. Last year during April’s JazzFest, the first after Katrina hit, the coffee shop had not reopened. Now it has.
Over the counter, hovering above a sizeable early morning line of turista in need of caffeine, is a sign that reads: “Now Hiring!!! Baristas. Flexible Hours. AM & PM. 401K. Stock Options. Health Insurance. Tuition Reimburse.” Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s what I did — immediately — as soon as I read the blurb that Jeff Ruby kicked O J Simpson out of his restaurant Derby weekend. I sent Ruby an email. Read the rest of this entry »
Before his gig in New Orleans last week, I’d heard Van Morrison in person for only three sets. None compared to the transcendence of this most recent JazzFest gig. In fact, few sets by anybody else at anytime in my half century listening career approached the exquisite performance. Read the rest of this entry »
Everybody’s got a horror story to tell. About an attempt for support for something or another on their computer, that is. It is one of modern life’s inevitables. Read the rest of this entry »
