Monday, May 2, 2016

MARISOL R.I.P.

I can't find the photo of Marisol and her art that I cut out of a magazine in 1962 and had inside my locker door in the military barracks I was in at the time. She was one of my personal icons then, and later in the 1970s I got to meet her at a party in Manhattan and was pretty tongue tied but eventually managed a minimal conversation. She seemed as enigmatic to me then as her image in magazines had always seemed. She fell out of favor in the art world for awhile but was always an original to me.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

NEW FAVORITE QUOTE

[story of my life when I was a young autodidact,
and people were constantly correcting my pronunciation 
some out of love, some out of a sense of superiority
I still mispronounce some just for fun]

Saturday, April 30, 2016

DANIEL BERRIGAN R.I.P.

Wanna know what Jesus would have done if he were alive in the 20th century? What Father Daniel Berrigan did in his activism for social justice and an end to war. He lived a long, full, compassionate life of service, an example to us all.

Friday, April 29, 2016

MILES AHEAD

First of all I'm pissed that the name of one of Miles Davis's innovative albums (and tunes) will now always be associated with this movie. Not that Don Cheadle doesn't do a good job of portraying Miles Davis, he does his usual brilliant job, especially in the scenes of Miles in later years.

But as the sole director Cheadle should have fired himself as co-screenwriter, and fired his co-screenwriter Steven Baigelman (who was hired I guess because he wrote GET ON UP, which should have been a clue not to hire him in my book).

The story attempts to distill the essence of Miles's musical genius and his multi-faceted personality and extraordinary life into a totally invented story (with only a few quick scenes based on actual events) of a mostly irascible Miles (which no denying he could be) and an imaginary friend (complimented by a group of imaginary adversaries) in a melodramatic macguffin chase that even Hitchocok could not have made watchable.

There's of course some great music, and a couple of great scenes, and the gorgeous Emayatzy Corinealdi as Miles' first wife Frances Taylor (who we all had a crush on, or at least I did, after her lovely visage appeared on the cover of Miles' LP SOME DAY MY PRINCE WILL COME and even more attractively on the cover of a later LP: E.S. P.) who okayed this flick.

Which may explain why his last wife, Cicely Tyson is not portrayed at all, but is replaced by Ewan McGregor playing some nonexistent Brit journalist who somehow becomes Miles' equal for no apparent reason except, as Cheadle explains, the financial backers wouldn't put up the money without a white co-star.

What a missed opportunity. Cheadle kills it as the older Miles, but he could have just adapted Quincy Troupe's great bio of Miles without any fabrications and had a truly insightful masterpiece instead of this incredibly confused attempt to capture Miles's uniqueness with a bad seventies movie plot.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

INTERNATIONAL JAZZ DAY

That little loving cup on the piano is for "best comedy act" (for singing "Gimme That Wine" among other comic tunes) after I lost the trophy for best jazz act, in 1964, on Fairchild Air Force base outside Spokane, Washington (and after the photographer asked me to remove my shades).