It's difficult to ignore how thoroughly this British documentary [presumably a complement to the book of the same name] is dominated by footage of rock/blues/pop guitarists -- even archival footage of Frank Zappa -- playing nearly identical blues-rock cliches on their Strats. Clapton is one of many in the film who accurately praise the guitar for its versatility, which makes the blues-rockin' bungholiolioling all the more irritating.
The Strat is the instrument of choice for a wide range of guitarists, like Richard Thompson:
and Albert Lee:
Thompson aside, it's almost crazymaking to imagine any grouping of the above trying to find a song they all know, much less sharing a stage to jam with each other -- "Hey, Eldon, do you know any Deep Purple or Hendrix?" -- but to watch CURVES, CONTOURS AND BODY HORNS, you would think that the guitar only produced sound in pentatonic scales.
Also RIP, Peter Falk and Gene Colan. The reports of jazz trumpeter/SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK voice Jack Sheldon's death, however, have been thankfully exaggerated.
I think I'm more charmed by how wacky U.S. celebrities act in these Japanese commercials than I am by how clearly confident they are that no one over here will ever ever ever see them. MACEO-SAN! WATASHI BURIJI NI TORU!!!
Cirque Du Soleil: Dralion was fine, about as world-beaty and fruity as you would expect, although the trampoline act was amazing and I was impressed by how convincing a job the ringer clown did. It's tragic how many people in the crowd were more focused on surreptitiously taking pictures and videos of the acts instead of watching them, then showing what they took to their seatmate(s) ... while the act was still going. It's pathetic. Taken Wednesday (after the second curtain call).
That Tom Selleck was the first choice to play Indiana Jones, makes the use of Harrison Ford's other signature role a just-right amount of ironic backspin. Even now, I would watch a HAN SOLO, P.I. series:
Side-by-side of the original title scene and the above video:
There was a lot of drinking on MAGNUM, as it turns out:
After the interview, I went back to the A La Cart pod on SE 50th to realize my recurring dream of being a mountain lion and downing and eating an elk. It was an elk burger from one of the carts, but it tasted exactly like elk do in my dreams. The only thing holding that cart back, aside from not having a name a feller recalls just a few hours after eating there, is that they need to play up the eat-an-actual-prey-animal anger and hire a runner to flee whil holding your meal so you can stalk him/her and eventually down your waiter and at your elk or rabbit or whatever you ordered.
I saw a kid playing on the blue board and his mom yelled at him to "get offa it, that's not what it's for!" I was too fuzzyminded to ask her what it was for before they were gone. Even after spiking my blood sugar with this Fred Meyer brownie (killing time before the lady returns from the great North some time soon, I hope), I still can't figure out what those boards are for. Someone here know?