What, no Angels and Insects? No Blade Runner? No Giant? Okay, I'm wrong about Giant—I've always over-rated it because it was almost exclusively made up of boring parts, so I got to make out with my girlfriend in the movie theater for nearly three hours. Now that was a visceral cinematic experience.
Site hero Fred von Lohmann weighs in. Read it all for the long of it; the short of it: "YouTube's 10-minute clip limit and tiny video window cater to clip culture, not pirates."
I should have just slept here. It certainly would have been easier. And, of course, it would have saved me the commute. However, the thought of enormous roaches warming up against my thighs throughout the air conditioned evening kept me from crashing on JA's couch.
What a score! Here's a promotional short for Irving Mills' Master and Variety labels that shows us Ellington in the studio. Amazingly, the process of record manufacture hasn't changed substantially since 1937.
Ward asked, "Did you return the Arcam Solo already? Have you tried any gear yet that you would actually consider going out and buying in the next month or two, were it not for the parade of review gear?"