PlayÂing in ToronÂto last week, Paul Simon did someÂthing, well, aweÂsome. A fan asks him to play “DunÂcan,” his 1972 clasÂsic, and lets him know that she learned to play guiÂtar to that song. So Simon agrees. And, even betÂter, he invites her on stage to take over guiÂtar and vocals. NerÂvous, almost hyperÂvenÂtiÂlatÂing, she hesÂiÂtantÂly gets going, as does the crowd. From there, a big feelÂin’ groovy moment unfolds, and it just gets betÂter as it goes along. Kudos to NPR’s All Songs ConÂsidÂered for makÂing this great find …
Just last month, Bob Dylan played his first conÂcert in ChiÂna at the Worker’s GymÂnaÂsiÂum in BeiÂjing. It wasÂn’t exactÂly a big show. RoughÂly 2,000 peoÂple attendÂed, but it became a big affair at home when NYTimes columÂnist MauÂreen Dowd wrote a causÂtic op-ed, accusÂing Dylan of playÂing a cenÂsored set stripped of his revÂoÂluÂtionÂary anthems. In short, she declared, Dylan went to ChiÂna and sold out his 60s soul:
IconÂic songs of revÂoÂluÂtion like “The Times They Are a‑Changin,’ ” and “Blowin’ in the Wind” wouldn’t have been an approÂpriÂate soundÂtrack for the 2,000 ChiÂnese appaÂratchiks in the audiÂence takÂing a relaxÂing break from represÂsion.
Spooked by the surge of democÂraÂcy sweepÂing the MidÂdle East, ChiÂna is conÂductÂing the harshÂest crackÂdown on artists, lawyers, writÂers and disÂsiÂdents in a decade. It is cenÂsorÂing (or “harÂmoÂnizÂing,” as it euphemÂizes) the InterÂnet and disÂpatchÂing the secret police to arrest willy-nilÂly, includÂing Ai WeiÂwei, the famous artist and archiÂtect of the Bird’s Nest, Beijing’s Olympic staÂdiÂum.
Dylan said nothÂing about Weiwei’s detenÂtion, didn’t offer a reprise of “HurÂriÂcane,” his song about “the man the authorÂiÂties came to blame for someÂthing that he nevÂer done.” He sang his cenÂsored set, took his pile of ComÂmuÂnist cash and left.
Now, in a note to fans, Dylan took the rare step of respondÂing to these (and othÂer) accuÂsaÂtions in a short letÂter pubÂlished yesÂterÂday. He writes:
As far as cenÂsorÂship goes, the ChiÂnese govÂernÂment had asked for the names of the songs that I would be playÂing. There’s no logÂiÂcal answer to that, so we sent them the set lists from the preÂviÂous 3 months. If there were any songs, versÂes or lines cenÂsored, nobody ever told me about it and we played all the songs that we intendÂed to play.
I’m guessÂing this response will only partÂly satÂisÂfy Dowd. PerÂhaps Dylan didÂn’t change his set to please the appaÂratchiks. But did he miss an opporÂtuÂniÂty to make the right stateÂment? Just maybe. But no matÂter, we’re putting this behind us and getÂting ready for Dylan’s 70th birthÂday on May 24. We still love him, warts and all…
There is no exact date for this silent home movie shot at the ReseÂda, CA home of Stan LauÂrel’s daughÂter, Lois. But the year must have been 1956, because, durÂing that year, OlivÂer Hardy, the othÂer memÂber of the great comÂic duo, lost more than 150 pounds, resultÂing in a comÂplete change of his outÂward appearÂance. Hardy had a mild heart attack in 1954 and startÂed lookÂing after his health. But letÂters by Stan LauÂrel indiÂcate that OlivÂer was also sufÂferÂing from canÂcer. In SepÂtemÂber 1956 — probÂaÂbly not long after this movie was made — OlivÂer sufÂfered a major stroke, which left him unable to speak and conÂfined to bed for sevÂerÂal months. Then, at the beginÂning of August 1957, he had two more strokes and slipped into a coma from which he nevÂer recovÂered. He died on August 7 that year.
ExactÂly one week after OlivÂer’s death, Stan gave a rare radio interÂview and recountÂed the moment when he and OlivÂer met for the first time. The full, one-hour interÂview can be enjoyed here. Stan died on 23 FebÂruÂary 1965 after sufÂferÂing a heart attack of his own. He was buried at ForÂest Park MemoÂrÂiÂal Park in BurÂbank. Footage from the funerÂal shows celebriÂties such as Dick Van Dyke, Buster Keaton and George ChanÂdler in attenÂdance. Stan’s friend Dick Van Dyke delivÂered this movÂing euloÂgy.
In this superb time lapse video, Dominic Boudreault presents five urban cities — MonÂtreÂal, QueÂbec City, ChicaÂgo, ToronÂto, and New York City — and what he calls the “the dualÂiÂty between city and nature.”
Most fasÂciÂnatÂing is the high vanÂtage point from which much of the footage was shot: watch the colÂorÂful lights adornÂing the Empire State BuildÂing, and just a minute latÂer, cars shootÂing down the freeÂway next to Lake MichiÂgan in snowy ChicaÂgo. The City LimÂits was shot in late 2010, earÂly 2011.
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.
For a cerÂtain kind of perÂson (that means you, Dan C.), a straight hour of Rolling Stones guiÂtarist KeiÂth Richards expoundÂing on the rock n’ roll life is about as close to heavÂen as one can get withÂout magÂiÂcalÂly transÂformÂing into Richards’ favorite guiÂtar. Here is the 66-year old legÂend being interÂviewed at the New York PubÂlic Library, folÂlowÂing the pubÂliÂcaÂtion of his critÂiÂcalÂly-acclaimed memÂoir Life, which no less severe a judge than Michiko KakuÂtani called “elecÂtriÂfyÂing.”
In the interÂview (see the remainÂing parts here,here and here) Richards comes off as witÂty, articÂuÂlate, and espeÂcialÂly eloÂquent when speakÂing about his pasÂsion for AmerÂiÂcan blues, but one of the most charmÂing earÂly moments comes thanks to his interÂlocuÂtor, AnthoÂny DeCurÂtis. DeCurÂtis is someÂthing of a rock star in his own field, but he fights a losÂing batÂtle with his natÂurÂal fanÂdom for the first 15 minÂutes of the conÂverÂsaÂtion, then finalÂly starts to implode at about the 22:2o mark. His mini-meltÂdown is immeÂdiÂateÂly folÂlowed by Richards’ hilarÂiÂous riff on the Stones’ earÂly BeaÂtÂles-envy, and it all just gets betÂter from there, culÂmiÂnatÂing in the expectÂed wild applause at the end of the hour.
A footÂnote: Richards’ colÂlabÂoÂraÂtor on Life is the respectÂed British jourÂnalÂist named James Fox. Fox spent five years workÂing with the guiÂtarist, or rather, chasÂing him from conÂtiÂnent to conÂtiÂnent, recordÂing hunÂdreds of hours of their conÂverÂsaÂtions, and then shapÂing those hours into a book that is not mereÂly coherÂent or interÂestÂing but genÂuineÂly litÂerÂary. He deserves a round of applause as well.
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly
There will be a day — maybe it’s already here; maybe it was always here — when the KinÂdle will look incredÂiÂbly retro. Mike Matas, once a designÂer of user interÂfaces at Apple and now co-founder of Push Pop Press, may make that day of visuÂal reckÂonÂing come soonÂer rather than latÂer. The demo above (which is easÂiÂly worth a thouÂsand words) lets you peer into the near future.. Text, images, audio, video and interÂacÂtive graphÂics — they’ll come togethÂer in a seamÂless readÂing expeÂriÂence, makÂing the traÂdiÂtionÂal ebook look entireÂly one dimenÂsionÂal. You can downÂload the book on disÂplay, Al Gore’s “Our Choice,” on iTunes here.
Robert JohnÂson, the legÂendary bluesÂman, would have turned 100 this week. That’s well beyond the age he actuÂalÂly lived to – a very young 27. DurÂing his short life (1911–1938), JohnÂson recordÂed 29 indiÂvidÂual songs. But they could not have been more influÂenÂtial. Songs like Cross Road Blues, Sweet Home ChicaÂgo, and Kind HeartÂed Woman Blues (all found in this newÂly-released CenÂtenÂniÂal ColÂlecÂtion) had a remarkÂable influÂence on musiÂcians growÂing up genÂerÂaÂtions latÂer. KeiÂth Richards, Eric ClapÂton, Robert Plant – they all acknowlÂedge a deep debt to JohnÂson.
SpeakÂing of debts, you can’t talk about Robert JohnÂson withÂout talkÂing about the famous devÂil legÂend. The legÂend holds that JohnÂson made a FausÂtÂian barÂgain with the devÂil, sellÂing his soul in exchange for boundÂless musiÂcal talÂent. It’s a great tale, and it all gets brought back to life in “DevÂilÂish Detail,” a new aniÂmatÂed film (above) feaÂturÂing illusÂtraÂtions by ChristoÂpher DarÂling. You can view it in a largÂer forÂmat on Nowness.com…
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The 64th AnnuÂal Cannes Film FesÂtiÂval opens tonight, and the cineastÂes among you have probÂaÂbly already bookÂmarked the film site MUBI, where you can find all things Cannes (and all things interÂnaÂtionÂal cinÂeÂma, for that matÂter) at the site’s blog: the MUBI DaiÂly.
EditÂed by Daniel KasÂman, the MUBI DaiÂly feaÂtures stelÂlar writÂers, includÂing Glenn KenÂny, Ignatiy VishÂnÂevetÂsky, and the wonÂderÂful David HudÂson, whom you may recÂogÂnize from his days at Greencine and IFC. You’ll find review round-ups, comÂmenÂtary, interÂviews, updates, trailÂers for many films at Cannes, and finalÂly, quirky entries like this one: ConÂtribÂuÂtor AdriÂan CurÂry’s comÂmenÂtary on a L’ExÂpresscolÂlecÂtion of 64 year’s worth of offiÂcial Cannes FesÂtiÂval posters. CurÂry highÂlights the best and worst of the lot (along with a speÂcial wince d’or for 1995’s pasÂtel nightÂmare of a seascape, to which designÂer Ryszard Horowitz may as well have added rainÂbows and uniÂcorns).
The site is defÂiÂniteÂly worth keepÂing tabs on, espeÂcialÂly this week, when they’ll be offerÂing a virÂtuÂal tickÂet to the south of France, minus the lines, mobs, and high likeÂliÂhood of lapÂtop theft.
A last note: you can find sevÂerÂal prize-winÂning films from the Cannes Film FesÂtiÂval (includÂing two by Andrei Tarkovksy) in our colÂlecÂtion of Free Movies Online.
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly
In one of his very best earÂly essays, David Lynch Keeps His Head (1996), the late novÂelÂist and essayÂist David FosÂter WalÂlace did his best to pinÂpoint exactÂly what it is that makes Lynch such an odd and wonÂderÂful direcÂtor. The artiÂcle is pure pleaÂsure (and a reminder of just how fresh and origÂiÂnal WalÂlace was, and how rarely his imiÂtaÂtors ever do him jusÂtice). One line in parÂticÂuÂlar stands out — the writer’s now-famous comÂparÂiÂson between Lynch and TaranÂtiÂno: “Quentin TaranÂtiÂno,” wrote WalÂlace, “is interÂestÂed in watchÂing someÂone’s ear get cut off. David Lynch is interÂestÂed in the ear.”
We’re not quite sure what that line has to do with the direcÂtor’s latÂest proÂducÂtion (a comÂmerÂcial adverÂtisÂing his new cofÂfee line and starÂring a sevÂered BarÂbie head) except that we couldÂn’t stop thinkÂing of either the quote or the essay as we watched it — appalled, disÂmayed, perÂplexed, and, as always with the films of Mr. Lynch, comÂpleteÂly incaÂpable of lookÂing away.
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly
Love and longÂing, hope and fear — these threads run throughÂout all litÂerÂaÂture, whether we’re talkÂing about the great ancient epics, or conÂtemÂpoÂrary novÂels writÂten in the East or the West. That’s the main premise of InviÂtaÂtion to World LitÂerÂaÂture, a mulÂtiÂmeÂdia proÂgram orgaÂnized by David DamÂrosch (HarÂvard UniÂverÂsiÂty), and made with the backÂing of WGBH and AnnenÂberg Media.
The proÂgram feaÂtures 13 half-hour videos, which move from The Epic of GilÂgamesh (cirÂca 2500 BCE) through GarÂcĂa Márquez’s One HunÂdred Years of SoliÂtude(1967). And, colÂlecÂtiveÂly, these videos highÂlight over 100+ writÂers, scholÂars, artists, and perÂformÂers with a perÂsonÂal conÂnecÂtion to world litÂerÂaÂture. Philip Glass, Francine Prose, Harold Ramis, Robert ThurÂman, Kwame AnthoÂny AppiÂah — they all make an appearÂance.
If you’ve ever had doubts about the impact of videogame aesÂthetÂics on conÂtemÂpoÂrary cinÂeÂma — not just action movies, but video and indeÂpenÂdent film as well — this romanÂtic short from Spy Films might well disÂpel them. The plot is basic: A man and a woman lock eyes in the street, and dream of what might have been, while sweet notes fill the air. But direcÂtor and cinÂeÂmatogÂraÂphÂer Arev Manoukian updates the familÂiar stoÂry with a comÂpelling visuÂal style which seems inspired by equal parts Matrix trilÂoÂgy and PlayStaÂtion 3. For more inforÂmaÂtion about the speÂcial effects, there’s a “makÂing of” video for your viewÂing.
Francophones/francophiles of more ludÂdite tenÂdenÂcies might find themÂselves immeÂdiÂateÂly rushÂing to play Georges Brassens’ ode to ephemerÂal street romance, “Les PasÂsantes.” We strongÂly encourÂage you to do so, preferÂably at sunÂset, while sipÂping a hot cup of longÂing-infused tea.
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly.
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