Don’t be scared everybody but is ‘doing the Hamptons’ every summer really what you want/ed? Sooty Dog had a great unreleased song about ya all. Still sooting through the archives;) oh, this video is compelling….
Plug for a great movie that fell between the ‘nasal passages’ never snorting its theatrical May 2020 release.
How is it Steve Carell is so watchable? So un-not-likable! Must be genetic. Are you sure Hollywood wasn’t always secretly trying to ‘clone’ you? [see if I wrote that in the NYT there’d be trouble…Bali Hi…..]
worried that great maestro Riccardo Muti (who I share with a birthday) fell over his 80th Birthday cake)! Is a July 28 Leo naturally accident prone? Cause I know I am! So weird, maestro. Wish I shared your conducting genes. But KITTY does! There lies a purrrrrr….
Last chance to catch Sarah DeLappe’s acclaimed first play The Wolves (from Lincoln Center Theater archives). Director Lila Neugebauer and the playwright allow these late teenage girls’ thoughts and words to dance. Not prattle. There are ideas galore here but never a message. Thus, I imagine, this experience was a slow-burn for folk over the days and weeks. Particularly if you are or were a parent of such. Agenda and agit-theater (and film) has never been my thing. There is much out there, and many seem to enjoy. The Wolves is theater, not movie, though I have no doubt Ms. DeLappe has it in her to write a great movie such is her eye and ear for the mundane.
My hope is that when Covid finally abates, theater companies and everyone else who’ve been ‘putting out there’ streaming on the internet, will not abandon that endeavor. Without Covid many many would never have seen the LCT archive productions, and without which, I truly believe our lives would have been poorer.
KITTY’s ‘feline existentialism, opine 1’- if only paws could meet piano…,,,
Moo Mooversen was right all along. The zero-power sewage plant inspired by cows.
Images show decline of California's 'life source'
You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Carnegie Hall continues its weekly free streams with the Symphonieorchester des Bayerischen Rundfunks in Buenos Aires at the Teatro Colón. Not sure if there is or was a Unitel DVD of this concert but there is a Munich recording. Conductor Mariss Jansons died late 2019. It’s a must see for many reasons. Filmed in an opera house generally agreed to be on par with the world’s greatest houses. Shostakovich’s Symphony 5 that must resonate so much with an Argentine audience and the country’s history. Must watch/listen to the Munich recording of the same year 2014 and see if there really was an ‘upping of their game’ playing in this theater and to this audience. Some of the greatest orchestration of the centuries. And, dare I say, but some of the most sublime woodwind orchestration you will ever hear. Janssons beckons each player of this section to stand for applause. Normally, one would hear maybe a tiny extra pulse. Hear at the Colón it is palpable the overwhelming appreciation and rapture every member of this orchestra brought them.
The music in my heart I bore. Long after it was heard no more.
Fascinating discussion about the Taliban. Draw your own conclusions.
So many thoughts, so many paragraphs unspoken. War so easily whittles away our moral compass until the load no longer bears in our hearth. Didn’t novelist Graham Greene already write about this? Easy to believe we are above Harry Lime in The Third Man looking down from the Ferris wheel in Vienna after the war.
Look down there. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stop moving — forever? If I offered you twenty thousand for every dot that stops, would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money or would you calculate how many dots you could afford to spare?
The Guardian’s obituary for Greene-
If Greene’s key characters had been animals one cannot help feeling that they would have been compassionately put down: if they had been machines they would have been beyond servicing and irrevocably destined for the scrapyard. Machine-like, in the moral sense, they sometimes tended to look foredoomed victims of that ‘terrible aboriginal calamity’.
Every dead civilian or soldier both sides now still has a name. Loved ones. Every stray dog. Emotions. Once loved. Injured could mean maimed for life. Never prospect of full employment. When Nietzsche wrote of being on the mountain top it wasn’t anything to do with superiority. Of world domination. Simply difference. The courage to believe for whatever reasons I am no longer ‘normal’. This is my path, however much of an ant I am.
The first recipient of President Biden’s infrastructure renewal programme. One cent goes a long, long, way.
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