rustbelter

Missed gram ees, but assume Beck gave C. Johnson a shout out.

There's something about pairing an avant-gardist, if you will, a player on the edge, with straight-ahead backers that is just so. Archie Shepp's Round Midnight is another. Yes, yes.

He tends to look a little sunken in his suit. His voice is a thin tenor and not hypnotic or stirring per se. But onstage, taking questions and pacing like something caged, his body seems to dilate and his voice takes on a resonance, and unlike the Shrub he is bodyguardless and the stage wide open and the questions unscreened and he answers them well, and the best Town Meetings’ crowds’ eyes brighten, and unlike Gore’s dead bird’s eyes or the Shrub’s smug glare McCain’s own eyes are wide and candid and full of a very attractive inspiring light that’s either devotion to causes beyond him or a demagogue’s love of the crowd’s love or an insatiable hunger to become the most powerful white male on earth. Or all three.

I'd listen to headphoned white men if they all sounded like this.

Je suis Teju.

Good film about film.

He was working. Those who've heard the music, while cautioning that it's all unfinished, generally rave about it. Apparently, D'Angelo had been playing a lot of guitar, lending tunes a distinctly rock edge. "the best way to describe it would be a Parliament/Funkadelic meets the Beatles meets Prince," says Elevado...

Childhood hobbies unearthed. 

Probably not. This comes from middle America but, mind you, from one of its more urbane, mapped-blue parts. Still, nice to escape the bubble.