In probably the best news I’ve
heard in roughly two-and-a-half years David Bowie is going to be releasing a
new album on January 8, 2016! This just happens to also be the same day
as his 69th birthday. Coincidence?! My hopes for this release are
exceedingly high as I immensely enjoyed 2013’s The Next Day. Honestly, at this point in his career he has
absolutely nothing left to prove but I’m glad he still seems metaphorically
hungry and is willing to put out music that is both challenging and showing
artistic growth. I’ve only heard the snippet released of the title track
but it made me squeal with girlish glee. I plan to hitchhike on over to
Ye Olde Conglomerate to purchase the compact disc and vinyl copy the day it
drops though at 12:00 AM on January 8, 2016 I will also purchase and promptly
download the digital copy. Such is the nature of wisdom. I wonder
if he is feeling a bit of competition from Scott Walker’s recent albums.
I’m probably full of malarkey for even suggesting such a thing however. I
truly am a worthless individual. But man, did I love Bish Bosch. They don’t need to compete though. Whatever
they do in life in great! That’s what I always tell my children to
provide them with proper parental encouragement. Blackstar! I love that title and the accompanying photo that
was uploaded on his Facebook. Is this a new persona? Some overarching
theme to the work as a whole? Just a word he liked? Maybe all of
the above! I swear if he ever does another concert that I will be there
no matter where it is and no matter what the cost. I will do
anything…kill anyone….
I’m listening to John Coltrane’s 1965 jazz classic A Love Supreme. It reminds me very much of the days I spent in Chicago playing the upright (or double if you prefer) bass in various quartets in little jazz clubs all up and down the mean dirty streets. I can still remember the taste of cold beer and stale peanuts after we would finish our third set for the night, my hands raw and blood drying on the strings. I always left it all out there on the stage, never holding anything back. Damn, I jammed with some great players back in the day. There are few sounds as sweeter in this life as that of a good upright (or double if you prefer) bass. And boy howdy but Jimmy Garrison’s solos in A Love Supreme, particularly at the end of Pursuance are divine. If you don’t believe me then buy the album and begin a torrid love affair with this eminently rewarding genre.
Memories of those times also warm my heart when I think of Camila. She was a classic Mexican vedette who often worked nights at Bleek’s (which we would play every Thursday or so), earning raucous and adoring applause with her singing and dancing. Being a bassist, I have always appreciated a fat bottom end and the memory of her mammoth rump and thunderous thighs crammed into fishnet hosiery on those nights is still enough to put steam in my heart. Her hair was black as night and matched the leather high heels which always adorned her perfect feet which had the best arches I’d ever seen. She had a deep appreciation for music and frequently complimented my chops on the ol’ four-string. An easy contender for highlight of my life was when – after a few too many shots of El Jimador Silver Tequila – we both ended up at her flat on the East side where she demanded I lay on the floor so she could slip off her heels and use my face as a footrest. Her wondrously aromatic nylon encased feet were heaven. It was also the first time I realized how deeply sensuous is the crook of a woman’s knee.
Supergirl premieres tonight promptly at 8:30 on the Columbia Broadcasting System! It seems like it will be great family entertainment which is why I am going to watch it alone. I can legitimately say I am excited to view this program, being a fan of funnybooks and superheroes and all. The Superman mythology is one of my all-time favorites and I’m pleased as punch to delve into it once more. It is my solemn vow to stay with this show for as long as it lasts whether it’s cancelled after tonight’s episode or goes strong for another 75 years it has earned a fan for life. I plan to watch this premiere while eating beef bourguignon with ketchup. I will bequeath five dollars American legal tender to anyone who can tell me the significance of that particular dish coupled with this show. Don’t be shy! Anyone at all! But yeah, I’m super pumped! I’m ready! I just want some good old-fashioned fun superheroics!
I think I’ll go the cinema tomorrow, just stumble in for a light and breezy matinee. Then I’ll do some reading and then I think I’ll tune in for the baseball game, perhaps drinking a whiskey but likely not. Baseball is such a lovely sport, boxing too. Jazz, books, hosiery, baseball and the Good News. Is there really anything else one needs? I’ve been considering other sports to watch during the off-season. I’m thinking either basketball or hockey.
Criterion’s blu ray release of Mulholland Drive hits the streets tomorrow. I plan on purchasing 9 copies. It’s not exaggeration when I say this is my favorite movie of all time though it may be an untrue statement (so could it actually be an exaggeration as well then?). I frequently go back and forth with myself – often with a well-oiled gun in hand, alternately aimed at my temple or with the barrel in my mouth – over whether my true favorite is in fact Batman Returns. I believe Batman Returns is the feature film I watch the most, the flick I would take with me on a deserted island if I had to pick one and the last piece of cinema I would choose to see before my long delayed and much deserved death. Still, being an ultra-just-by-a-hair close second favorite is certainly nothing to sneeze, cough or vomit at and David Lynch should be proud he crafted something that I love so much in the surreal, haunting and beautiful masterpiece Mulholland Drive. For years I’ve anticipated watching it in the glorious quality of blu and that will be my evening tomorrow post movie theatre, reading and baseball (and the wrestling match featuring Sadika la Ultraviolenta I purchased today, swoon!).
I really do love it but I don’t understand it. Now, am I talking about jazz or Mulholland Drive? Or am I somehow radically talking about both?! Ah, that is indeed the question my friends.
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