"Being in a garret doesn’t do you any good unless you’re some sort of a Keats. ... As for me, I’d like to have money. And I’d like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that’s too adorable, I’d rather have money." - Dorothy Parker
Chris Montez was just one of many people to cover Call Me, a staple of Sixties pop charts; it was written for Petula Clark, and I imagine most lounge acts or piano combos of the period could play it on demand. The Chris Montez version was the handiwork of Herb Alpert.
"The life of a creator is not the only life nor perhaps the most interesting which a man leads. There is a time for play and a time for work, a time for creation and a time for lying fallow." - Henry Miller
Fall colours are still weeks away, but the air has been cooler the last while.
Enough of a mental leap to Autumn Leaves, the jazz standard. Here's Miles Davis from 1964, with a lineup for the ages: Herbie Hancock on piano, Ron Carter on bass, Tony Williams on drums and Wayne Shorter on tenor sax.
Ever have a regret? Chris Richardson has one: a valedictory address at university that turned out to be an embarrassment, not a proud memory. It sparked an exploration into the theme of regret, and into a documentary of the same name. (You may remember Chris' last film, Where's My Goat?)
Kyle Lambert, a Manchester-based visual artist, creates some wildly inspired things, including Toy Shining, which takes Toy Story characters and inserts them into Stanley Kubrick's imaging of the The Shining. Click here to see more.
Alta Moda was a bit of a thing in Canadian music in the latter part of the Eighties, although I'm not sure if much more than Julian (if that) gets airplay these days. Molly Johnson is still going strong; in addition to her career as a jazz singer (maybe chanteuse is more important), she's the voice of CBC Radio 2's morning show on the weekend.
I love this video. All of our cats had morning routines; one of our favourites was endearing because his wake-up ritual extended to sitting by our heads and purring. If the noise didn't work, he would occasionally extend a paw to the head. The cat in this video, though, is more like another of ours, who would gladly do what it took to get some breakfast on the go.
Mosa’ab Elshamy is only 23, but he has captured some of the most captivating images of the horrors of the last few weeks in Cairo. Click the video below to see his interview from last night's NBC Nightly News; click here for a profile on Time.
Every now and again, I pick up one of those compilation albums that Starbucks puts on the market. Yesterday morning, we bought Twist & Shout, which pulls together a bunch of tunes from the early and mid-Sixties. We listened to it through twice in the car as we moved through the day. There are some staples of the era of the Watusi and the Frug, including the Isley Brothers' pre-Beatles crack at the title track, Shakin' All Over by Johnny Kidd and the Pirates and naturally Wilson Pickett's Land of 1,000 Dances.
The first tune is Let Her Dance by the Bobby Fuller Four; it took me a little while to recall that the song was used so well for the ending of the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
I have not regularly used a typewriter for many years, although I used a Selectric for a good while (I don't think that makes me very much like Hunter S. Thompson) and had a portable like Cormac McCarthy's.
Star Wars fans know that what ended up in the 1977 movie wasn't quite where George Lucas started when he was banging out ideas. The Skywalker family was originally Starkiller, and the title itself had a "the" stuck at the beginning. Lucas fleshed out the ideas quite a bit before he had a shooting script and a budget from Fox, but decades later, his 1974 rough draft has inspired something interesting: a series of comic books that will start publishing next month.
Some years ago, I appeared on Crosstalk with Anne Budgell and pretty much the whole hour was taken up with the subject of ... baby names. We talked about names that have come in and out of vogue, and callers (this is where it got most interested) told stories about where their names came from.
This chart from Daily Infographic illustrates a key point: once-popular names, like John, have effectively disappeared. It reminds me of the Yogi Berra line about no one going to a restaurant anymore, because it was too popular; similarly, no one names their kid John anymore because it's too common!
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.