Many of you have commented on my apparent obsession with Sun Ra. I am not obsessed, I simply think he is one of the greatest musicians of all time in terms of vision, imagination, scope etc. ‘Well, by what other criterion are you going to judge an artist?’, you may ask. How about grunting and squealing? In that realm there is no contender to the throne occupied by JB. Although Iggy does a good primal scream. Funk rhythm? The Meters take some beating. Orchestration? Mr Ellington. Vocals? Sinatra. And so on...
Having recently watched the film, ‘Adaptation’, I was going to write about it, but have not been able to, properly. Whatever ‘proper’ writing is. Well, Charlie Kaufman writes himself into a film about adapting a real book. He’s played by Nicholas Cage, who also plays his twin brother. One’s idealistic, the other, naive and ambitious. It’s about brotherly love, evolution, obsession and writing. The scene where Cage attends a writing seminar is especially good. But it’s full of good scenes. A great film...
Spent the morning looking for a novel that might be interesting but sticking to my rule of not reading anything thicker than a centimetre (give or take a millimetre) I found nothing. I am so disillusioned with fiction that I might have to fall back on re-reading Graham Greene. This would be no bad thing, but would feel like a feeble retreat from the challenge of discovering something new....
Meanwhile...this is worth a look...a smash hit from that Pop-Art duo Varese and Le Corbusier...
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