THE SIGNAL from David Katznelson
"The dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”― T.E. Lawrence,
Leaving Ohio back to Aspen, picking up my dog Emma at the kennel, my friend Mike at his hotel, and driving back to San Anselmo. Who knows, maybe we will even find a patch of free-from-smoke landscape to get some good camping in. Looking forward to it either way…hitting the highway with an old friend, digging into some raw Library Of Congress recordings of John Lomax’s trip to Alabama in the 30s….starting work on a possible new big music project…
Encyclopaedic Perspective on Genre in WOODLANDS DARK & DAYS BEWITCHED: A HISTORY OF FOLK HORROR
This looks like a must-see…I just need to figure out how to watch it. Based on the review, it will add tons of movies to my must-watch list.
Wynonie Harris: “I Want To Love You Baby”
I love the Spontaneous Lunacy website…with their amazing posts about a past musical history that deserves a more in-depth look. They relate stories about the songs and musicians that I have never read before…and with a great style of the pen. This is their most recent post about one of my fav rhythm and blues singers, Wynonie Harris.
Marie Tharp: Mapping the Ocean Floor
Tharp “played a major role in one of cartography’s greatest achievements, mapping the sea floor for the first time in history, documenting a vast mountain range in the Atlantic Ocean.” Like the women of NASA immortalized in the film Hidden Creatures, Tharp, behind the scenes, did the near impossible with her work, including proving the concept of continental drift.
Finding the Bones of Ambrose Bierce (or Not)
Just when I thought no one would ever dig into the mystery of the disappearance of Ambrose Bierce, writer Geoffrey Grey comes up with a theory…
The Cure Bassist Simon Gallup Announces Departure From Band
It only took Simon 40 years to tire of betrayal. Seriously, though….after such a long long legacy in one of the most beloved bands of all time he leaves in fury. Well, there you go.
Era of Giant Lizards
By: Ted Hughes
The stick insect sitting at his stillness
In the little lamp of his belly is an umbrella man
Lost among glittering traffic, and a white head quiet at a problem.
A toad is stone-motion, mould-pride, loam-song—
The jewel in this head is the wisdom of this.
One I heard three notes of a nightingale in a dark wood.
The moon sailed. A pond shone. A fence waited.
A cry that momentarily threatened the earth
Gulped back into a bird the size of an oak-leaf.
