soundtrack to dusk over the east river ce soir. by kl
clips
the last clean shirt
directed in 1964 by alfred leslie featuring the landscape and encompassing surroundings of new york city, the last clean shirt is a beautiful short film. broken finnish overrode by the quaint subtitles penned by no other than frank o’hara. the moma featured this film back in 2009, honoring leslie and o’hara as well, who used to be employed there in his heyday. this film transcends many barriers, most of which you can read about here. it irks me a bit that leslie does not give o’hara credit; perhaps a lapsed jealousy but nevertheless, this is worth a watch. i threw in the eliot shout-out for good measure. by sv
since we are on the topic…
mechanisms and apparitions
it’s been a wallace stevens couple of weeks for me. one of the most relevant and significant poets of the last several hundred years, there is truly no one like him. although ‘the man with the blue guitar‘ is one of my favorites, his solid voice reading ‘so-and-so reclining on her couch‘ is sublime. the projections, traces of plato, traces of modigliani perhaps? beautiful. by sv
i say fever
this reminds me of the children’s book the eleventh hour, an obsession of mine many moons ago. well, that intertwined with some monty python gags and a murderous rampage. the song isn’t so bad either. stefan nadelman, a job very well done. by sv
Highway star: The doors, Holger Czukay’s Can, Steve McQueen and everything, all in one
can: above the german art rock band with holger czukay from the 1970’sthe doors in studio with jim morrisondeep purple with original lead singer ian gillan
thanx for the ian gillan post nk. here’s the crazy thing, this track from deep purple, which i had totally forgotten about, performed on german TV, with altered lyrics to include “, mickey mouse, steve mcqueen and everything”, had light bulbs suddenly popping over my head. highway star is such a cross-over with bits from the doors (amazing organ riffs, not to mention the uncanny resemblance of ian gillan to jim morrison), and bits from the can’s signature jam sessions (despite less experimental and more musical here) plus the added madness of richie blackmore’s guitar solo at the end. its quite fantastic. by dd