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Captain Beefheart's rules for guitarists: "Wait until the moon is out, then go outside, eat a multi-grained bread and play your guitar to a bush. If the bush doesn't shake, eat another piece of bread."
"'If you define the black hole as some place where you can lose objects, then there is no such thing because the black hole evaporates before anything is seen to fall in,' said [Case Western Reserve University physicist] Vachaspati."
"Seen the extra-long trailer for Ratatouille?" I asked Paul DiComo.
"Meh. No movie about a rat has ever been a hit."
"What about Steamboat Willie?"
"Mickey Mouse is not a rat. There's a difference."
"Sure, that's what they say now, but he sure wasn't cute in that movie."
"Still, a rat is a different critter entirely. And a rat cooking in the kitchen of a fancy restaurant—don't even get me started on all the ways that's wrong."
Paulie D is right—there's so much for Ratatouille to overcome, but the nine-minute preview is exciting, character-driven…
If Keith Jarrett weren’t such a magnificent pianist, it would be intolerable to watch him in concert. His screechy humming and moaning, his lizard leering and preening—in three decades of seeing him play, I’ve never managed, despite some effort, to find the charm in his theatrics. And yet, he usually has me from his first chord—so warm, rich, and intriguingly edgy—especially the past few years, as he’s tightened his rhapsodic tendencies while enriching his lyrical core.
And so it went at his Standards Trio concert tonight at Carnegie Hall—which lasted more than two hours, including three…
I don't know about you, but I can't resist an essay that begins: "San Francisco is a city without graves. In 1900, the board of supervisors passed an ordinance prohibiting burials within the city limits. In 1912, the board announced its further intention to eliminate the city’s previously existing cemeteries, and in 1914 removal notices were sent to all burial sites, declaring them 'a public nuisance and a menace and detriment to the health and welfare of city dwellers.'"
Joseph Bottum kept me thinking all the way through.
Huckleberry is the only cat we've ever owned who can be both crazed and stationary. It's a gift.
I was expecting to hear from so many more of you. But no matter: The band will grow in time.
The name of the band is Swarm.
It came to Jon Iverson quickly, quietly, and obviously. Plus: He had just finished reading a story about bees.
It has only been a week, and I'm already having nightmares.
My dream begins with me sitting comfortably in my dirty but loved listening chair. Behind me is an empty fireplace. In front of me, two 10 foot tall loudspeakers materialize. I pace towards them slowly and cautiously. My hand sweeps against their rich dark mahogany finish.
I face my record collection. My hand pulls out Return to Forever's "Where Have I Known You Before." While not in a state of Rapid Eye Movement, I am often befuddled and amused by Corea's praise of L. Ron Hubbard on the record's backside. This…
And Dramatic Chipmunk is the proof.
Last week, I was talking to David Wilson and he was making this point exactly. He quoted multiple Oscar winning film-scorer Shawn Murphy, who said that film shows you narrative, but that music tells you how to feel about it.