Time to get a little less obvo. The Runaways! In Japan! "California Paradise." Footage rules. They're shiny.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
California: Part Three of Many
I had to. Mamas and the Papas killin it at Monterey Pop. I promise double pinky swear that I will not post Hotel California.
California: Part Dos of Many
Phil Ochs! Phil Ochs! "Tape from California"
And some dude's cute project for his niece's "flat stanley."
And some dude's cute project for his niece's "flat stanley."
California: Part One of Many
California soundtrackin!
First, the High Priestess of Canadian sunshine singin about comin' home:
I listened to this on the plane, crying my eyes out, as me and my kitty left our home in Massachusetts for our new state. I have also spent many a summer drive singing along to this, oftentimes with my BFF Elaine Kahn. Someday we'll figure out how to harmonize on it. Joni is really jamming on that dulcimer. What a badass.
First, the High Priestess of Canadian sunshine singin about comin' home:
I listened to this on the plane, crying my eyes out, as me and my kitty left our home in Massachusetts for our new state. I have also spent many a summer drive singing along to this, oftentimes with my BFF Elaine Kahn. Someday we'll figure out how to harmonize on it. Joni is really jamming on that dulcimer. What a badass.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Can Solves Cosmic Mysteries
Ala Hawkings and the Fermi Paradox I would like to posit that the fact that me and a bunch of aliens are not in this audience proves that time travel will never be possible, and extraterrestrial societies with good taste in music do not exist.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Pat Garrett and his Sharps Rifle
Today (July 14th) is the 128th anniversary of Billy the Kid's fateful fall.
Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (Pekinpah, 1973) is one of my favorite movies ever. It features Kris Kristofferson at the apogee of his beauty, and wearing the nicest jeans ever. Coburn is spot on, Slim Pickins steals a scene, Bob Dylan is rewind-worthy weird as the cowboy "Alias", and the whole thing is beautifully shot in Pekinpah's signature style. Add to that a fucking killer Dylan soundtrack and you've got yourself... well, a movie that may have been made for me.
Here is an illustrative scene of the awesomeness. Banish GNR from your head.
I just wikipedia'd the soundtrack, and found the following story which I must quote in full:
"Sam says, 'Who's Bob Dylan?,'" recalls Coburn. "'Oh yeah, the kids used to listen to his stuff. I was kinda thinkin' of that guy Roger whatsisname, King of the Road guy, to do it.' And we all said, 'What!! You gotta see Dylan,'...He said, 'Okay, bring Dylan down.'...So the night we were over at Sam's house and we were all drinking tequila and carrying on and halfway through dinner, Sam says, 'Okay, kid, let's see what you got. You bring your guitar with you?' They went in this little alcove. Sam had a rocking chair. Bobby sat down on a stool in front of this rocking chair. There was just the two of them in there...And Bobby played [his songs]. And Sam came out with his handkerchief in his eye: 'Goddamn kid! Who the hell is he? Who is that kid? Sign him up!'"
Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (Pekinpah, 1973) is one of my favorite movies ever. It features Kris Kristofferson at the apogee of his beauty, and wearing the nicest jeans ever. Coburn is spot on, Slim Pickins steals a scene, Bob Dylan is rewind-worthy weird as the cowboy "Alias", and the whole thing is beautifully shot in Pekinpah's signature style. Add to that a fucking killer Dylan soundtrack and you've got yourself... well, a movie that may have been made for me.
Here is an illustrative scene of the awesomeness. Banish GNR from your head.
I just wikipedia'd the soundtrack, and found the following story which I must quote in full:
"Sam says, 'Who's Bob Dylan?,'" recalls Coburn. "'Oh yeah, the kids used to listen to his stuff. I was kinda thinkin' of that guy Roger whatsisname, King of the Road guy, to do it.' And we all said, 'What!! You gotta see Dylan,'...He said, 'Okay, bring Dylan down.'...So the night we were over at Sam's house and we were all drinking tequila and carrying on and halfway through dinner, Sam says, 'Okay, kid, let's see what you got. You bring your guitar with you?' They went in this little alcove. Sam had a rocking chair. Bobby sat down on a stool in front of this rocking chair. There was just the two of them in there...And Bobby played [his songs]. And Sam came out with his handkerchief in his eye: 'Goddamn kid! Who the hell is he? Who is that kid? Sign him up!'"
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