This email arrive in my inbox yesterday. It’s almost Shakespearean in its prose.
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Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2006 22:39:00 -0500
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Beautiful, huh? And I noticed some really great potential band and album names in there.
- Cosmetic Distractions “Confuse or Hoist”
- Diagonal Cognac
- FYI Catnap
- Eagle-eyed Flipside “Twilight as Frequency”
- The Cocoa Improbability “Orchestral Season Ticket”
- Chasm Marble
- The Thumbnail Hours
- Hunger Grass
- Matchmaking Fisherman
- Nausea and Tightwad “Parable of a Stain”
- Footsie “A Fulfilled Kindred Moralist”
- Frostbite Retina
Feel free to take one for yourself. I’m sure the folks who sent the email won’t mind.
Fat Albert: Okay. If you got a quarter in one pocket and forty cents in the other, what do you have?
Dumb Donald: Somebody else’s pants!
If you wanna have a good time with Fat Albert and all the gang, learning from each other while we do our thing, head on over to Sacks 10 for reader’s illustrations of the Cosby Kids.
Best to do it now, though, before Litigation Cosby gets a whiff of what’s going on over there.
Filmmaker Magazine has selected its 20 Essential Movie Soundtracks – seminal scores that tell a story. The list runs the gamut from Hitchcockian suspense (Vertigo) to French New Wave (Contempt) to scifi noir (Blade Runner) to visceral junkie movie (Requiem for a Dream).
I agree with many of these choices, but off the top of my head, missing from my list are Peter Gabriel’s The Passion, Ennio Morricone’s The Mission, Gyorgy Ligetti’s 2001: A Space Odyssey (with the help of Johann and Richard Strauss), and Patrick Doyle’s Henry V.
What’s missing from yours?
I just stumbled across this incredible photoset on Flickr.
James J. Kriegsmann, Sr. was a gifted theatrical photographer who photographed big stars and, as this photoset shows, not-so-big stars.
My mission is to post some mp3s of at least one of these artists in the next year, so keep your eyes open when you got flea markets, swap meets, garage sales, and used record stores.
I consider myself a spiritual person, but I view spirituality as a personal matter. What I believe is between me and my god. Which brings me to today’s topic.
What happens when an artist decides that his or her spirituality is something that they can no longer keep inside? Not that they weren’t living their life in harmony with their god before, but now they have to tell everyone about it wherever they go. They talk about it, sing about it, write about it, act about it, and paint about it. Whatever they do is no longer just about how well they do it but about how their god deserves all of the credit for what they do.
Some people would call this evangelism. It’s spreading the glory of god in hope that someone else will drink the Kool-Aid. But even if you were only surrounded by people who believed exactly what you did (in which case, your shouts of praise would be pretty redundant), you are walking a fine line between glorifying your god and annoying the living hell out of anyone within earshot.