Ben Watt, half of Everything But the Girl (and still a collaborator with his wife, Tracey Thorn, EBTG's singer), recently released a solo album ... no less than 31 years after his first. You can buy it from his own label, Buzzin' Fly.
Perchance to dream, or chip in some money to a good theatre group: Perchance Theatre, which launched in Cupids a few years ago as the New World Theatre project, is celebrating its fifth birthday, and is raising sustaining funds through a Kickstarter campaign. I was happy to make a small donation. We haven't been out yet this year, although I'd like to take in Henry V before the summer is out. (Here's the schedule.)
Among the gifts that Robin Williams had in his acting toolbox were his smiles. There were several of them, from the goofy to the wholehearted. I often noticed a sweet or gentle smile, barely there, or one like the smile above, a crease with upturned lips, often possessed of a secret. As always, Robin Williams' eyes were more revealing, and told a story that was much more complex. It was long ago obvious (in part because of his battles with drug addiction) that his eyes told stories that went far beyond laughter.
Robin Williams took his own life on Monday. He was a big part of my world when I was growing up I played Reality ... What a Concept as much as any other album I had at the time. Mork was one thing, but his stand-up was electrifying. Then came movies, and unexpected choices like The World According to Garp, which proved not just his wish to do more than tell jokes but his talent, waiting to be untapped.
If you look closely at the cover of Rick Wakeman's Six Wives of Henry VIII, which was photographed at the Madame Tussaud's in London, you can see a wax figure of Richard Nixon in the far background, his head just above a couple of the wives.
For its promos of the fourth season of Game of Thrones, HBO wisely used a comic take of Peter Dinklage and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau hamming it up as Tyrion walked to the dock for one of the episodes of his trial for regicide; the full sequence is at the end of this blooper reel.
Earlier today, I found myself silently singing "Whoa-ah, whoah" ... and not sure where that came from. The subconscious served it up: it's Cath, a single by the Bluebells, from no less than (coughs) 30 years ago.
This is an obviously lip-synced performance from UK television. (Whoa-ah, whoah.)
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.