Wear Your Love Like Heaven
After listening to an NPR interview with the man, I've been listening to a lot of Donavan lately. Two things occur to me when I listen to Mr. Leitch: Are all those Belle and Sebastian fans aware of the obvious similarities (I like the band, by the way)? Also, "Atlantis." Not D's best song, but just about his hippiedippiest, and it reminds me so much of my young hippie days. Other things occur to me also, as well, such as the Bert Jansch influence and wondering if D influenced Nick Drake. I guess they all listened to the same English and Celtic folk music...
For those that wonder about my "progress" in the alphabetical listening project. I'm currently on an Earl Hines two-fer that covers sessions from the mid-sixties. These days I find myself less attracted to the far out , energy jazz stuff and more intrigued by melodic versions of the music, such as Mr. Hines's output. I guess I'm just getting old...
Which brings up this thought from the novel I'm currently reading: Zadie Smith's "On Beauty." It's as if E.M. Forster wrote a multicultural campus novel of manners. Such wisdom and wry insight from a twenty nine year-old. I don't know why I resisted reading her first two books. Jealousy? Probably.
My bus reading has been alternating between P.G. Wodehouse's Wooster and Jeeves books and crime novels. I recently finished Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye in a cool 1964 paperback edition that fell apart as I read it. It's hard for me not to filter that novel through the lense of Robert Altman's 1973 adaption starring Elliot Gould. I love that movie (so much that I own it). It's definitely in my top ten.
Speaking of favorite movies I own, last night I watched the second half of "Prince of the City." I could watch that thing at any point. I love the way that Treat Williams uses his body in that film. As the investigation of police corruption gets deeper and deeper, he slumps down so far, he practically crawls.
After that I had to watch Jesus' Son. Check out the way that Billy Crudup uses his body in that film, his beaten, bent at the waist pigeon-toed walk, how he half-gazes at the camera (suggesting his half consciousness?).
Netflix has recently brought me the first seasons of "Barney Miller" and "NYPD Blue," a double-barrelled dose of televised New York cops.
For those that wonder about my "progress" in the alphabetical listening project. I'm currently on an Earl Hines two-fer that covers sessions from the mid-sixties. These days I find myself less attracted to the far out , energy jazz stuff and more intrigued by melodic versions of the music, such as Mr. Hines's output. I guess I'm just getting old...
Which brings up this thought from the novel I'm currently reading: Zadie Smith's "On Beauty." It's as if E.M. Forster wrote a multicultural campus novel of manners. Such wisdom and wry insight from a twenty nine year-old. I don't know why I resisted reading her first two books. Jealousy? Probably.
My bus reading has been alternating between P.G. Wodehouse's Wooster and Jeeves books and crime novels. I recently finished Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye in a cool 1964 paperback edition that fell apart as I read it. It's hard for me not to filter that novel through the lense of Robert Altman's 1973 adaption starring Elliot Gould. I love that movie (so much that I own it). It's definitely in my top ten.
Speaking of favorite movies I own, last night I watched the second half of "Prince of the City." I could watch that thing at any point. I love the way that Treat Williams uses his body in that film. As the investigation of police corruption gets deeper and deeper, he slumps down so far, he practically crawls.
After that I had to watch Jesus' Son. Check out the way that Billy Crudup uses his body in that film, his beaten, bent at the waist pigeon-toed walk, how he half-gazes at the camera (suggesting his half consciousness?).
Netflix has recently brought me the first seasons of "Barney Miller" and "NYPD Blue," a double-barrelled dose of televised New York cops.
posted by ken at 11:47 AM
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