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Not a whine, I promise. - words first
some sense later
wrayb
wrayb
Not a whine, I promise.
But can't help but note that when I saw that my computer has been on for about 8 hours and recalled that I turned it one when I got home and it was just half past noon. Just saying.

And it has been a productive Saturday so far. Laundry done. Weekend soba lunch with lots and lots and lots of shredded ginger into the dipping sauce. This afternoon some grocery shopping, detritus of life sorting.

For tomorrow a film featuring life and music of James Booker, New Orleanian extraordinaire. If only I can keep the wolves of work at bay until Monday.

"Showing in New York on Sunday and Monday."

general info here... "click" and here... "click2"


Yeah, keep in touch. (private joke).
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al_zorra From: al_zorra Date: July 27th, 2013 06:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
I think we're going to that on Monday!

I'm sorry you're so damned busy.

Love, C.
From: wrayb Date: July 31st, 2013 04:01 am (UTC) (Link)

booker on the big screen

Did you guys make it to the theater? I'm so damned close to the material it is hard for me to guess how wider audience might react. So far seems mostly true believers lining up.

regards,
al_zorra From: al_zorra Date: July 31st, 2013 02:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: booker on the big screen

We saw it Monday afternoon. It is very good, as film-making, a documentary with so little archival film to work with, but particularly because she stayed with her subject, making it clear this man who suffered so many demons is of interest because he was a very great musician, not because he suffered from demons. The Connick illustrations of what Booker did drove that home. We felt that Lily had put no more and no less emphasis on Booker's gay aspects than was right. Evidently there were sources she couldn't utilize because they objected to the homosexuality being in the film at all.

What did you think?

By now I've spent a lot of time with great piano players, more than one of them 'professors,' from the Valdez father and son, to Mac, thanks to Ned. He's been blessed with friendships with some of the best. But most of all this film kept me thinking about a great composer and pianist, Julius Eastman, who Ned met in that failure to continue on with academia at the U of Buffalo, and with whom the friendship continued here in NYC. Julius too was a gay black man in that same era, deeply steeped in the White European classical music traditions, shooting dope, etc. He died too, probably one of the earlier victims of AIDS. Ned was devastated.

As you say, the film seems to be speaking to the converted -- it was a good house for a Monday afternoon. Most of us claimed a prior knowledge of Booker. But these were also film heads, who spoke of the filmic aspects of it during the Q&A.

We had to leave before then though, because there was a screening of another film at the Cervantes Institute to which we were invited, from the makers of Chico and Rita, ironically.

Love, C.
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