In 1952, John Cage comÂposed his most conÂtroÂverÂsial piece, 4′33,″ a four-and-a-half minute reflecÂtion on the sound of silence. Now fast forÂward eight years. It’s FebÂruÂary, 1960, and we find the comÂposÂer teachÂing his famous ExperÂiÂmenÂtal ComÂpoÂsiÂtion coursÂes at The New School in NYC, and payÂing a visÂit to the CBS game show “I’ve Got a Secret.” The TV show offered Cage someÂthing of a teachÂable moment, a chance to introÂduce the broadÂer pubÂlic to his brand of avant-garde music. Cage’s piece is called Water Walk (1959), and it’s all perÂformed with unconÂvenÂtionÂal instruÂments, save a grand piano. A water pitchÂer, iron pipe, goose call, bathÂtub, rubÂber duckÂie, and five unplugged radios — they all make the music. And the audiÂence doesÂn’t quite know how to react, except with nerÂvous laughÂter. It wasÂn’t parÂticÂuÂlarÂly courÂteÂous. But, as one scholÂar has notÂed, it’s equalÂly remarkÂable that prime time TV gave ten minÂutes of uninÂterÂruptÂed airÂtime to avant-garde music. You take the good with the bad.
In 1976 a youthÂful fan named StuÂart sent John Lennon a six-page list of quesÂtions. The forÂmer BeaÂtÂle respondÂed with answers, along with a child-like drawÂing of a lamb standÂing on a cloud, sayÂing, “Hi StuÂart.”
StuÂart wantÂed to know a few things, like what sort of album Lennon was workÂing on. “Until it’s been on tape,” Lennon replied, “I nevÂer know what it will be.” He also wonÂdered if the famous musiÂcian was writÂing anyÂthing, like perÂhaps an autoÂbiÂogÂraÂphy. “Yes, I have been writÂing, but not an autoÂbiÂogÂraÂphy. I’ve noticed that peoÂple tend to DIE after writÂing their life stoÂry.”
The young fan includÂed a list of words and names, along with the quesÂtion: How would you charÂacÂterÂize the folÂlowÂing figÂures in one word?
John: “Great”
Paul: “ExtraÂorÂdiÂnary”
George: “Lost”
Ringo: “Friend”
Elvis: “Fat”
Yoko: “Love”
Howard Cosell: “Hum”
Lennon signed off with, “It was a pleaÂsure, hope ya dig it/John Lennon.”
“CivÂiÂlizaÂtion begins with disÂtilÂlaÂtion,” William FaulknÂer once said, and like many of the great writÂers of the 20th cenÂtuÂry — Ernest HemÂingÂway, F. Scott FitzgerÂald, James Joyce — the bard of Oxford, MisÂsisÂsipÂpi cerÂtainÂly had a fondÂness for alcoÂhol.
Unlike many of the othÂers, though, FaulknÂer liked to drink while he was writÂing. In 1937 his French transÂlaÂtor, MauÂrice Edgar CoinÂdreau, was tryÂing to deciÂpher one of FaulknÂer’s idioÂsynÂcratÂiÂcalÂly baroque senÂtences. He showed the pasÂsage to the writer, who puzÂzled over it for a moment and then broke out laughÂing. “I have absoluteÂly no idea of what I meant,” FaulknÂer told CoinÂdreau. “You see, I usuÂalÂly write at night. I always keep my whiskey withÂin reach; so many ideas that I can’t rememÂber in the mornÂing pop into my head.”
Every now and then FaulknÂer would embark on a drunkÂen binge. His pubÂlishÂer, BenÂnett Cerf, recalled:
The madÂdenÂing thing about Bill FaulknÂer was that he’d go off on one of those benÂders, which were someÂtimes delibÂerÂate, and when he came out of it, he’d come walkÂing into the office clear-eyed, ready for action, as though he hadÂn’t had a drink in six months. But durÂing those bouts he didÂn’t know what he was doing. He was helpÂless. His capacÂiÂty wasÂn’t very great; it didÂn’t take too much to send him off. OccaÂsionÂalÂly, at a good dinÂner, with the fine wines and brandy he loved, he would misÂcalÂcuÂlate. OthÂer times I think he preÂtendÂed to be drunk to avoid doing someÂthing he didÂn’t want to do.
Wine and brandy were not FaulknÂer’s favorite spirÂits. He loved whiskey. His favorite cockÂtail was the mint julep. FaulknÂer would make one by mixÂing whiskey–preferably bourbon–with one teaÂspoon of sugÂar, a sprig or two of crushed mint, and ice. He liked to drink his mint julep in a frosty metÂal cup. (See image above.) The word “julep” first appeared in the late 14th cenÂtuÂry to describe a syrupy drink used to wash down medÂiÂcine. FaulknÂer believed in the medÂiÂcÂiÂnal effiÂcaÂcy of alcoÂhol. LilÂlian Ross once visÂitÂed the author when he was ailÂing, and quotÂed him as sayÂing, “Isn’t anyÂthin’ Ah got whiskey won’t cure.”
On a cold winÂter night, FaulknÂer’s medÂiÂcine of choice was the hot todÂdy. His niece, Dean FaulknÂer Wells, described the recipe and ritÂuÂal for hot todÂdies favored by her uncle (whom she called “PapÂpy”) in The Great AmerÂiÂcan WritÂers’ CookÂbook, quotÂed last week by Maud NewÂton:
PapÂpy alone decidÂed when a Hot TodÂdy was needÂed, and he adminÂisÂtered it to his patient with the best bedÂside manÂner of a counÂtry docÂtor.
He preÂpared it in the kitchen in the folÂlowÂing way: Take one heavy glass tumÂbler. Fill approxÂiÂmateÂly half full with HeavÂen Hill bourÂbon (the Jack Daniel’s was reserved for PapÂpy’s ailÂments). Add one tableÂspoon of sugÂar. Squeeze 1/2 lemon and drop into glass. Stir until sugÂar disÂsolves. Fill glass with boilÂing water. Serve with potholdÂer to proÂtect patienÂt’s hands from the hot glass.
PapÂpy always made a small cerÂeÂmoÂny out of servÂing his Hot TodÂdy, bringÂing it upstairs on a silÂver tray and admonÂishÂing his patient to drink it quickÂly, before it cooled off. It nevÂer failed.
In this video creÂatÂed by the Guardian, writer and award-winÂning docÂuÂmenÂtary filmÂmakÂer Errol MorÂris talks about the nature of truth, art, and proÂpaÂganÂda in phoÂtogÂraÂphy. He draws examÂples from the phoÂtographs of Abu Ghraib and the Crimean War, both citÂed in his book BelievÂing is SeeÂing, and he asks the viewÂer to conÂsidÂer a most funÂdaÂmenÂtal quesÂtion: how does a phoÂtoÂgraph relate to the physÂiÂcal world? Unlike a verÂbal or writÂten stateÂment, a phoÂtoÂgraph canÂnot be true or false. It simÂply is.
Then comes anothÂer arguÂment worth conÂsidÂerÂing — the idea that all phoÂtographs are posed. By way of examÂple, MorÂris cites an instance where a phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer (in this case Roger FenÂton) omits an eleÂphant standÂing outÂside the frame. And it leads MorÂris to sugÂgest that we shouldÂn’t take phoÂtos at face valÂue. Rather we should do our due diliÂgence to find out whether there isn’t always a metaphorÂiÂcal eleÂphant loomÂing beyond the frame. As MorÂris states, a phoÂtoÂgraph deconÂtexÂtuÂalÂizes everyÂthing. It reveals to us a two dimenÂsionÂal realÂiÂty that’s “been torn out of the fabÂric of the world.”
This video is part of the Guardian’s “ComÂment is Free” series, in which the world’s top thinkers, newsÂmakÂers, and peoÂple with stoÂries to tell are interÂviewed. For more medÂiÂtaÂtions on phoÂtogÂraÂphy, give some time to Errol MorÂris’ speech at the HarÂvard BookÂstore. Find the tranÂscript here.
Eugene Buchko is a blogÂger and phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer livÂing in Atlanta, GA. He mainÂtains a phoÂtoÂblog, EruÂdite ExpresÂsions, and writes about what he reads on his readÂing blog.
CoinÂcidÂing with the release of Blade RunÂner in 1982, David ScrogÂgy pubÂlished the Blade RunÂner SketchÂbook, a book with 100+ proÂducÂtion drawÂings and artÂwork for RidÂley ScotÂt’s clasÂsic sci-fi film. The sketchÂbook feaÂtures visuÂal work by Scott himÂself, artist MenÂtor HuebÂnÂer, and cosÂtume designÂer Charles Knode, but most notably a slew of drawÂings by artist, futurÂist, and illusÂtraÂtor Syd Mead.
As Comics Alliance notes, this sketchÂbook has been out of print for years and scant few paper copies remain availÂable for purÂchase. So digÂiÂtal verÂsions have filled the void online, and now comes this: a verÂsion that lets you revÂel in the Blade RunÂner artÂwork in full-screen mode. Enter the sketchÂbook by clickÂing the image above or below. (The book itself is hostÂed at Isuu.com). Once you get there, click the images and they’ll fill your screen.
Enjoy, and while you’re at it, don’t miss some relatÂed items:
Let’s do the time warp today and revisÂit the Not-S0-GoldÂen Age of AmerÂiÂcan TeleÂviÂsion. The year was 1978. Star Wars fever still gripped AmerÂiÂca, and the VariÂety Show TV forÂmat wouldÂn’t say die. So, proÂducÂing The Star Wars HolÂiÂday SpeÂcial was a no-brainÂer. The two-hour show takes you inside the domesÂtic world of ChewÂbacÂca and his famÂiÂly — his father Itchy, his wife MalÂla, and his son Lumpy — and feaÂtures guest appearÂances by JefÂferÂson StarÂship, HarÂvey KorÂman and Bea Arthur, plus a litÂtle stock footage of Alec GuinÂness. As for the proÂducÂtion qualÂiÂty and speÂcial effects? They’re all textÂbook kitsch.
You’ve heard enough to know that this wasÂn’t the finest hour for the Star Wars franÂchise. One critÂic called it the “the worst two hours of teleÂviÂsion ever.” And, when he’s willÂing to acknowlÂedge the exisÂtence of the TV speÂcial, George Lucas readÂiÂly admits that turnÂing Star Wars into a variÂety show “wasÂn’t the smartest thing to do.” But because the show only aired once in its entireÂty, the holÂiÂday speÂcial has gained someÂthing of a cult staÂtus and cirÂcuÂlates “underÂground” on the web. VanÂiÂty Fair has more on this misÂadÂvenÂture in teleÂviÂsion proÂgramÂming here. H/T goes to DanÂgerÂous Minds.
Like the chilÂdren in his books, MauÂrice Sendak, at age 83, is doing the best he can to navÂiÂgate a frightÂenÂing and bewilÂderÂing world. “We all have to find our way,” Sendak says in this revealÂing litÂtle film from the Tate museÂums. “If I could find my way through picÂture-makÂing and book illusÂtraÂtion, or whatÂevÂer you want to call it, I’d be okay.”
In books like In the Night Kitchen, Where the Wild Things Are and OutÂside, Over There, Sendak has explored the wonders–and terrors–of childÂhood. “No one,” wrote Dave Eggers recentÂly in VanÂiÂty Fair, “has been more uncomÂproÂmisÂing, more idioÂsynÂcratÂic, and more in touch with the unhinged and chiaroscuro subÂconÂscious of a child.”
Sendak’s own childÂhood in BrookÂlyn, New York, was a time of emoÂtionÂal trauÂma. His parÂents were PolÂish immiÂgrants who had trouÂble adjustÂing to life in AmerÂiÂca. On the day of Sendak’s barÂmitzÂvah, his father learned that his entire famÂiÂly had been killed in the HoloÂcaust. He rememÂbered the sadÂness of lookÂing through famÂiÂly scrapÂbooks. “The shock of thinkÂing I would nevÂer know them was terÂriÂble,” Sendak told the Guardian earÂliÂer this year. “Who were they?”
This earÂly sense of the preÂcarÂiÂousÂness of life carÂried over into his work. As the playÂwright Tony KushÂnÂer wrote of Sendak in 2003:
MauÂrice, among the best of the best, shocks deeply, touchÂing on the morÂtal, the insupÂportÂably sad or unjust, even on the carÂnal, on the priÂmal rather than the mereÂly primÂiÂtive. He pitchÂes chilÂdren, includÂing aged chilÂdren, out of the familÂiar and into mysÂtery, and then into underÂstandÂing, wisÂdom even. He pitchÂes chilÂdren through fanÂtaÂsy into human adultÂhood, that rare, hard-won and, let’s face it, tragÂic conÂdiÂtion.
Orson Welles. A brilÂliant direcÂtor. A talÂentÂed actor. And not a bad narÂraÂtor of aniÂmatÂed films. We know one thing. The whole is often greater than the sum of the parts. So, today, we’re servÂing up three aniÂmatÂed films narÂratÂed by Welles, plus some clasÂsic radio broadÂcasts.
We start with an aniÂmatÂed verÂsion of Plato’s Cave AlleÂgoÂry from 1973. The alleÂgoÂry is the most well known part of The RepubÂlic (DownÂload – KinÂdle), and Welles reads the famous lines delivÂered by Socrates. PerÂfect castÂing. This is hardÂly the first aniÂmaÂtion of the cave alleÂgoÂry. ParÂtialÂly ExamÂined Life has a roundup of 20 aniÂmaÂtions, but we’re always parÂtial to this brilÂliant verÂsion done with clayÂmaÂtion.
In 1962, Orson Welles directÂed The TriÂal, a film based on Franz Kafka’s last and arguably best-known novÂel. The film begins ausÂpiÂciousÂly with Welles narÂratÂing an aniÂmatÂed verÂsion of “Before the Law,” a paraÂble from The TriÂal. And then the draÂmatÂic film unfolds. LatÂer in his life, Welles told the BBC, “Say what you will, but The TriÂal is the best film I have ever made. I have nevÂer been so hapÂpy as when I made that film.”
The backÂstoÂry behind this short aniÂmatÂed film, FreeÂdom RivÂer, deserves a litÂtle menÂtion. AccordÂing to Joseph CavelÂla, a writer for the film:
For sevÂerÂal years, BosusÂtow ProÂducÂtions had asked Orson Welles, then livÂing in Paris, to narÂrate one of their films. He nevÂer respondÂed. When I finÂished the FreeÂdom RivÂer script, we sent it to him togethÂer with a portable reel to reel tape recorder and a sizÂable check and crossed our finÂgers. He was either desÂperÂate for monÂey or (I would rather believe) someÂthing in it touched him because two weeks latÂer we got the reel back with the narÂraÂtion word for word and we were on our way.
Filmed 40 years ago, FreeÂdom RivÂer offers some strong comÂmenÂtary on AmerÂiÂca, some of which will still resÂonate today.
FinalÂly, if you can’t get enough of OrsonÂ’s voice, don’t miss The MerÂcury TheÂatre on the Air, Welles’ radio proÂgram that brought theÂatriÂcal proÂducÂtions to the AmerÂiÂcan airÂwaves from 1938 to 1941. You can still find the broadÂcasts online, includÂing the legÂendary War of the Worlds proÂgram from 1938 (lisÂten), and draÂmaÂtized verÂsions of DickÂens’ A ChristÂmas CarÂol (lisÂten) and Around the World in 80 Days (click the first item in playlist).
The short films menÂtioned above appear in our colÂlecÂtion of Free Movies Online, where you will also find some longer films by Welles.
Last year, Richard VezÂiÂna creÂatÂed a popÂuÂlar video tribÂute to StanÂley Kubrick (A StanÂley Kubrick Odyssey). Now he returns with David Lynch in Four MoveÂments. AccomÂpaÂnied by musiÂcal pieces from AngeÂlo BadalaÂmenÂti & David Lynch, each moveÂment revolves around a disÂtincÂtive theme or visuÂal trend in Lynch’s works. Here’s how the 20 minute video unfolds:
First MoveÂment: MelanÂcholy and SadÂness — QuesÂtions In A World Of Blue
SecÂond MoveÂment: Action, VioÂlence, and Sex — The Pink Room
Third MoveÂment: Dreams and NightÂmares — Into The Night
Fourth MoveÂment: Love and Hope — MysÂterÂies of Love
ShopÂpers on Grafton Street in Dublin were treatÂed to a rare street perÂforÂmance on ChristÂmas Eve by some of IreÂland’s most illusÂtriÂous pop musiÂcians. U2 frontÂman Bono, oscar-winÂning singer/songwriter Glen Hansard, Liam O’ MaonÂlai of HotÂhouse FlowÂers, Mundy, and Declan O’Rourke gathÂered on the famous shopÂping street to spread holÂiÂday cheer and raise monÂey for the homeÂless.
It was the third straight year of ChristÂmas Eve buskÂing for Bono and Hansard. A large group of fans showed up in anticÂiÂpaÂtion, havÂing been tipped off the day before by Hansard. “BuskÂing with some friends tomorÂrow on Grafton St.,” he wrote on TwitÂter. “Come and throw a coin in the box for Simon ComÂmuÂniÂty and the Peter McVerÂry trust.” The crowd grew so big that the police moved the perÂforÂmance to the gate of St. Stephen’s Green, at the end of the street.
The group perÂformed a rousÂing, sing-along verÂsion of the Mic ChristoÂpher song “HeyÂday” (above), and some holÂiÂday favorites, includÂing the 1960s hit “ChristÂmas (Baby Please Come Home),” which can be seen on YouTube here and here.
When Steve Jobs became the majorÂiÂty investor in Pixar in JanÂuÂary 1986, the comÂpaÂny looked nothÂing like it does today. Back then, Pixar was mainÂly a techÂnolÂoÂgy play. It sold expenÂsive Image ComÂputÂers to govÂernÂment agenÂcies and medÂical instiÂtuÂtions along with renÂderÂing softÂware. That stratÂeÂgy didÂn’t pay off parÂticÂuÂlarÂly well. The comÂpaÂny hemÂorÂrhaged cash; layÂoffs ensued; and things were genÂerÂalÂly lookÂing bleak for the young comÂpaÂny.
Pixar’s forÂtunes changed, howÂevÂer, when it tapped into the talÂents of a young aniÂmaÂtor named John LasÂseter. DurÂing Pixar’s earÂly days, Steve Jobs and co-founder Ed CatÂmull asked LasÂseter to develÂop a short aniÂmatÂed film to help show off the capaÂbilÂiÂties of Pixar’s hardÂware and softÂware. He came up with Luxo Jr. (above), which turned two lovÂable lamps into movie stars. The short film won first prize at SIGGRAPH, the annuÂal comÂputÂer graphÂics conÂferÂence held in 1986. LatÂer Luxo Jr. was nomÂiÂnatÂed for an AcadÂeÂmy Award.
In 1988, Pixar was still hangÂing on by a thread. But Jobs conÂtinÂued to nurÂture LasÂseter’s work and directÂed preÂcious resources towards anothÂer short film. When givÂing LasÂseter funds ($300,000), Jobs said to the aniÂmaÂtor, “All I ask of you, John, is to make it great.” And that he did. The result, Tin Toy (above), won the ’88 AcadÂeÂmy Award for aniÂmatÂed short film, the first comÂputÂer-genÂerÂatÂed film to win the award.
Tin Toy caught DisÂney’s attenÂtion, and they began to purÂsue LasÂseter. But LasÂseter stayed loyÂal to Pixar, and before too long, Pixar and DisÂney decidÂed to partÂner on the proÂducÂtion of Toy StoÂry, which netÂted a profÂit of $330 milÂlion. Pixar dumped its hardware/software busiÂness and focused on makÂing aniÂmatÂed films from then on, before DisÂney evenÂtuÂalÂly purÂchased Pixar for $7.4 bilÂlion in 2006.
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