I think I just figured out Joe Jonas.
Serial shows are a pain in the ass. You lose audience when you preempt them. You lose audience when you move them. And then if you cancel then, people mail you boxes of nuts.
We celebrated my brothers’s birthdays last night at one of those restaurants with butcher paper and crayons on the table.
I don’t know how this blog has lasted this long without me gushing about this song. It’s the first song in The Last Waltz (film), but it’s not on The Last Waltz (album), and it’s actually the last song they did; the last song The Band ever did, really, when you think about it.
This version is from the shows that became their live album, Rock of Ages, and it’s brilliant. (It’s the version on my iPod, and that’s always weird, finally seeing the visual to go with the audio you know so well.)
The Last Waltz version is shorter (and Robbie’s really regretting bronzing his guitar), but The Last Waltz version might be my favourite performance because you get Rick at the beginning, wishing the Americans a happy Thanksgiving, and Robbie at the end, wishing everyone a goodnight, goodbye.
There’s some players who can play ten thousand notes a second and that, but, you know, it doesn’t mean anything.
Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues.
I feel like I should thank Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová for suffering through what must have been cold and wet shoot, because this video is beautiful.
101 Brother’s Keeper, September 16 1984
It seems like it should be superficial to care this much about how a TV show looks, but it’s not. My favourite things on actual TV right now are White Collar (old world fashion and New York City), Gossip Girl (new world fashion and New York City), and The Big Bang Theory (we’ve talked about this before). You have to build a seamless world for your characters to live in, and it doesn’t have to be real for me, it has to be real for them.
So I don’t know what this blog is yet, beyond me loving the crap out of Miami Vice’s worldbuilding and a maybe unhealthy obsession with telephones from the 1980s. That’s what you have to look forward to. After a quick reminder that there are also kickass chicks on this show–that would be Gina in the sequins, Trudy in the polka dots. It’s not all about Crockett and Tubbs; it’s about their world.
(Definitely Miami, by the way, is the name of the episode starring Ted Nugent. Feel free to play along with the game I’m calling Spot the Rock Star.)
PS. I revived this blog at Miami, Definitely.
Mimic by Jeff Wall, 1982
This is one of two photos used on Wikipedia to illustrate the Vancouver School of art. It’s defined there as post-conceptual photography.
It’s so comforting knowing I don’t have to go very far at all to explain what I’m doing with photography.