I’ve always held to the radical belief that writers should be able to write, painters to paint, and singers to sing. Now I’ve had the fortune of marrying a woman who can do all three things, and let me tell you, even for the talented, it’s damned hard to be discovered. Being remembered seems impossible.…
As a photographer and editor, I’ve recently become distressed by those few photographers who insist on taking photographs that don’t conform to common photographic practice. That is to say, these frondeurs ignore 180 years of tradition and insist on taking shots that are unique, having little or no banality to speak of. I don’t understand…
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I did always say that when I retired I would focus more on being an artist. Keeping true to my word, that’s what I now spend most of my time doing, when I’m not travelling and taking pictures. The kind of art, or rather how I’ve…
Hi. My name is Bill, and I am a reformed Stephen King fan. Hi, Bill. It’s been 18 years since I was a fan. In truth, I was a King fan during the tail end of my horror-fan phase, which lasted from age six through age approximately 30, when my change from being mostly…
I’m not going to tell you about Angel Haze. Instead, I will let her speak for herself. Down is a direction, not a destination. Don’t live there. If you don’t know Haze, here is one of her big hits, performed with Sia. Now, fuck that. Here’s Haze. Out.
As I was writing to my wife, telling her about the existence of Polish director Zbigniew Rybczyński’s musical live-action piece, “The Orchestra,” bemoaning the fact that I’ve not found a video copy more than 360 pixels, here I found one that puports to be 720p. It’s not, of course, merely the 360p video artificially enlarged…
For your animation pleasure, here are segments from the 1977 Italian animated film, Allegro Non Troppo (Not so Fast!) a parody of Dismally’s Fantasia. Er, I meant Disney’s. Ravel’s Boléro sequence Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune (Debussy) Valse Triste Slovanské tance č. 7, op. 46 Epilog
Some things you can’t teach. If I have to tell you what they are, then you’ll never understand the rest of this post. Instead of trying, learning, and scrugglin’, scrugglin’, scrugglin’, you just have to be. Decide to be and be. No one teaches Hall of Famers to stand above the crowd. Rather, if anything,…
Call me a sentimental old git, but I am of the opinion that when a man dies, people should remember basic things about him, like, his age. I’m astounded that my random survey of 20 news agencies found that 90% of those reporting Stephen Furst’s death got his age wrong. This might seem like a…
I was going to stop at one, but I thought you needed to meet my man B.B. King, if you haven’t already. Though he was famous for the Blues, he should have famous for the light he gave off. Blue light ain’t always for the basement, y’all hear me?
