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Monthly Archives: January 2010
No heart
A few grace notes aside — Bad Blake (Jeff Bridges) emptying an orange juice carton of his own urine; the scarily accurate fourth-rate bowling alley updated with an incongruously garish, modern bar; the way Robert Duvall handles a fishing pole; … Continue reading
Thanks.
I’m very flattered that GQ linked to my Roxy/Ferry conversation with Scott Woods. And, wow, that picture of Ferry…
2009: Best Films
Rather late, but I needed to catch up on a couple more films; in the case of Bright Star, I’m very glad I did. I’m not comfortable with the results, particularly the high showing for Inglorious Basterds, but my ambivalences … Continue reading
A man of letters: Louis Auchincloss R.I.P.
He was so compulsive a writer that after completing the Roosevelt book, he showed up unannounced at the offices of his publisher with a finished text for Calvin Coolidge, only to be told the president’s life had been assigned to … Continue reading
I tried and finally found a way (cont)
Scott Woods posts more updates to our Roxy-Ferry talk. In this installment: These Foolish Things, Another Time, Another Place, Stranded, Country Life, and Siren.
Housecleaning
The last round of Singles Jukebox stand-offs before we start a new year this week: Yeah Yeah Yeahs vs Dirty Projectors and Electrik Red vs DJ Quik and Kurupt.
Whew.
I’m so happy Fred Kaplan is listening to me, as I made this argument last week to a couple of students: the health care bill in its current reform reminds me a lot of the 1957 Civil Rights Act. To … Continue reading
Like the future was supposed to be: Vampire Weekend and the state of pop
A quick relisten, then I voted to reaffirm: Vampire Weekend’s eponymous debut “is as good as it’s supposed to be and not one note more.” Contra is what I expect from a damn good second album: it consolidates and clarifies. … Continue reading
I tried and finally found a way, Pt. II
Another edition of the Woods-Soto interview re Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry; this time we address These Foolish Things and Stranded.
News flash: corporations are people too
The consequences of a misreading of this case continue, evinced by today’s Supreme Court ruling. A couple of weeks ago I finished a superb history of the period, Jack Beatty’s Age of Betrayal. Pick up a copy. The Santa Clara … Continue reading
