Monday, March 31, 2008

If you can't smoke it, drink it, spend it or love it... forget it.

Two more reasons why I love American Films from the 70s




Payday is based on the life of Waylon Jennings, the unrelenting story of Rip Torn as Maury Dann, an outlaw singer who goes on a two day bender of pills and booze on the road between Alabama and Nashville only to find his fate is inextricably tied to his white Cadillac.








Straight Time follows the plight of Max Dembo, a paroled ex-con released from San Quentin who tries to go straight only to find that the only life that suits him is one of a criminal.





I often wonder what it is that draws me to these American made films of the early 70's. There is something about the way the dialog sounds, the rich yellow-brownish tint of the film stock, the long dissolves, sun flares, long stationary camera technique. There is the willingness to end a film on a nebulous, or even down note, as these two movie do. Finally, there is a naturalness to the acting and direction that is seldom found in current films. Or perhaps its just the fact that Gary Busey or Harry Dean Stanton may be in the films.

This year offered a few films that shared a small glimmer of the magic- No Country for Old Men and The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (not coincidentally the same cinematographer for both films: Roger Deacon). However the most recent film I have seen that truly captures the flavor is Forty Shades of Blue, Ira Sach's 2005 movie about a Memphis Producer also played by (a much older) Rip Torn.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Dreamer

I was lucky enough to receive a vinyl copy of Dennis Wilson's masterpiece Pacific Ocean Blue last October. Thankfully it has been reissued so more people can share in all of its blissed out glory. I have been re-reading a book called The Real Beach Boy, by John Stebbins, an odd man who MC T and I had the pleasure of listening to one stony evening in San Francisco many years ago. Stebbin's mission (aside from heinous non-fiction prose) is to prove to the world how important (and bad ass) Dennis Wilson is. Its sorta funny to make it your mission to be the spokesperson for a womanizing OJ-and-vodka-out-of-the-jug drinker like Dennis, but after getting into some of his deeper cuts on POB and in the Beach Boys, its hard not to preach about the man and his music. This is one of his finer moments as a songwriter.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Winter


Spider and I

Sit watching the sky

On our world without sound.

We knit a web

to catch one tiny fly

For our world without sound.

We sleep in the mornings,

We dream of a ship that sails away,

A thousand miles away.

-Brian Peter George St. Jean le Baptiste de la Salle Eno-
-Photo by Emily Renee Gorton-

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Rainbow Travelers

Hiss Golden Messenger was once again active in the last week of February. The recording gods were with us as we embarked on record number 2. MC Taylor went deep this time, telling a story somewhere between a sci-fi head trip and a voo-doo nightmare. Below are some photos of the Rainbow Travelers attempting to channel some of the maJik of the demos.

This, my friends, is echo magic. On the left.



The ghost of Marcus Garvey is looking down on me



Big Chief Jolly


Rhythm Section in full control


You have to plug it in to make the echo magical


JR approves, squintingly




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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Flatiron

(from the lens of my phone)
I found myself agape, admiring a skyscraper — the prow of the Flatiron Building, to be particular, ploughing up through the traffic of Broadway and Fifth Avenue in the late-afternoon light. – H.G. Wells (1906)




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